Dangerous Affair A Mafia Forbidden Romance

BLAIR

If I have to stick my hand out to wave

the gasoline attendant one more time, I might just get down, smack him on his head and show him never to mess with me ever again. I'm twenty years old on a run and I don't have much time for this nonsense waste of time. I honk impatiently until I see a frown crease his brows. I can't believe he's mad right now. I should be the mad one.

Finally, after what feels like centuries, he walks up to me, the gas pipe in his hand. Normally, I would come down and do it myself, but there are a lot of surveillance cameras around. Ones that I can be tracked with and that's the last thing I want.

I'm not a convict running from the law. Hell no! I've never done one wrong thing my entire life. I've always been a perfect little princess for my daddy, while he kept feeding me with stories of how one day, I'll be married to a powerful man and I'll leave happily ever after. Well, this is my happily ever after. Running away from him. Because all my life, I feel like I've been held down. In Bondage. In chains.

The gas man stares into my car, a curious look on his face. Granted, I look younger than the normal age limit for driving a car, especially through this part of town. St Petersburg, palmetto. It's also past ten at night.

"What you looking at dork-face?" I snare at him and he gasps in surprise at my harsh words. I'm not apologizing for that. Never in hell.

"How may I help you?" His voice is strained and suspicious.

"What do you think? Fill my tank and I'll be on my way"

"We're you headed, girl?" He asked me and my nose flare with anger. Girl? I'm fucking twenty and have never been treated as an adult all my life. I thought things would change when I became eighteen but it only got worst. Daddy only wanted to protect me, and that meant four bodyguards around me per day.

"First thing first. You have no right to ask me an absurd question like that. As it's none of your concern, two, I'm not a girl, I'm twenty..." Why did I just tell this man my age? "Also, don't I have the right to pump my car?"

"Y-Yes you do ma'am" he strutters and I smirk.

"Good. Now fill up my tank you fucker" I say and even I was shocked at my words. I've never spoken this violently before in my life. And I've never cursed out, except in my head.

The man hurried to do the task while I glance at the name tag on his weird station uniform of grey and white. "Speed it up, Troy," I say and he lets out a gruff sound.

When he's done pumping, I stare into the convenience store, my eyes flickering over two men that just got out, cigarettes in their hands, a wild look in their eyes. They had no shopping bag in their hand, and I couldn't understand why they would be smoking in a gas station, unless, they want to blow the place up.

I stare at Troy who's looking at me to tell me that he's done. "You need to leave here right now," I say with a panicked look and he eyes me warily.

"I'm on duty. And why would I leave?"

I stare back at those two men again, my eyes narrowing. They're no longer smiling, but have their eyes fixed on me. I lock eyes with one, and he popped a grin. Then my eyes trail down to his hand that had a crested tattoo of a spear. Russians! MAFIA'S!

"Get the fuck out of here now!" I yell at Troy but he turned away from me, an irritated look on his face. I huff, pulling out of the station. I pity for Troy if he doesn't get out of there, he doesn't sight those men on time. My heart is doing a pound and that's when I hear a BOOM!

My car slides to the side of the road, and I let out a squeal at the sudden intrusion. When I'm safe, away from the station, and parked by the road, I look behind me at the station, now erupted in flames. Did Troy get out? He was an annoying man to me, but I wouldn't wish any human on this earth death.

And those Russian men! Where were they? Did they get out? Why would they bomb an empty convenience store? And What were they even doing here in Florida?

...

My car is set on the road again, and I'm driving off into a lone road, it's like I'm going out of Florida because I can no longer spot any more buildings, skyscrapers, or resorts by the beach. Just a clean, slate road.

I've been driving for hours, not knowing where I'm going when my car bumped, driving into a rough edge. Shit did I hit something?

I'm in the middle of nowhere and afraid to step out of the confines of my car, but if I don't? I'll be stuck on this lonely road till morning, that is if I don't get kidnapped. So after so much thinking, I pushed my door opened and jumped out from my Jeep to check what I got hit.

It's an old, rusty iron and it looks like a railroad because there are lots of tracks. If this is railway lines, there must be a station nearby. But then again, they are old and haven't been used in years. Damn it!

My whole plan of running away from home was slowly coming to an abrupt end. I didn't even have a plan in the first place. If I did, I wouldn't be out here, in the middle of nowhere, stuck, broke, and alone. I shiver into the night air as it hit my skin. My skin suddenly felt damp and that's when I realized it was drizzling. Could this day get any worst!

From afar, I see a car flashlight coming my way and I consider hiding. It could be my father's men searching for me. Or it could be the police or a normal citizen that could help me. I stand by the side of the road, flashing my hand, hoping the car stops.

Slowly, it pulls to the side of the road and I sigh in relief. The doors opened and a young man came out. I couldn't see his face yet until he stepped in front of the light and I stop dead in my track.

Holy shit! He's handsome. Or am I dreaming this? He has the most perfect jaw- square. His eyes are grey and a small smile tugging his bottom lip. I also notice the way he looks super casual with dark jeans and a grey t-shirt that doesn't hold his body quite well, but it still looks good on him.

"How can I help you?" He asked and then pause, staring at my car. "It broke down?"

"Eh- not exactly. I kind of bumped into something. An old rail line"

His eyes size me, from my childish full bang to my brown boot"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here, this late and alone?" He asked, a small smile on his lips that makes my cheek warm instantly. Does he think I'm pretty?

I've been told that a lot, but it meant like something coming from this stranger.

"I um..." I scratched behind my neck.

"Runaway?" He asked and I stare at him.