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"Sei morto!" I heard a voice yell while I was leaning on my best friend’s car, smoking in the underground parking lot of a club.

Out of curiosity, I peeked up to see what was happening, and the smoke of the cigarette suddenly filled my lungs at the sight of what I saw, and I puffed.

A blonde man who had bruises all over him was on his knees, surrounded by men. Dangerous men. One of them was holding a gun to his head.

I was born into a world of crimes, and I witness things like that regularly. But I still haven’t gotten used to it.

"Who is that?" I heard a voice say, and it was followed by footsteps. I quickly started thinking of ways to run away; I didn’t want to get into trouble. If my dad knew I was out clubbing, I’d be in deep shit.

Before I could gather my thoughts, an image suddenly appeared before me, and I gasped.

He was breathtaking! He had dark brown, lustrous hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes. He had a strong jawline and was dressed in a tailored black suit that accentuated his physique. His presence exuded power, and in an instant, I knew that, without a doubt, he was a powerful mafia boss.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his Italian voice was rich and deep.

I laughed awkwardly and lifted my cigarette up for him to see. "Smoking. Obviously."

"What did you see?" He asked sternly.

"Nothing." I quickly said.

"I said, what did you see?" He asked again as he took intimidating steps towards me. But I wasn’t intimidated.

"I said nothing." I repeated.

"You must not mention this to anyone."

A small smile crept on my lips as I replied. "I know."

My father is a mafia don, and I know the rules. I wouldn’t be that stupid to mention what I saw to anyone.

He raised a questioning brow as he stared at me. I knew he was wondering why I wasn’t afraid of him. He had expected me to shriek and shiver at his presence. But men like him don’t scare me.

"Even if I mentioned it to anyone and the law enforcement got to know about it, you'd still find your way out." I continued when I didn’t get any response from him.

"I know." He nodded. "It’s going to be less trouble if they don’t find out. And I wouldn’t have to hunt your silly ass down."

"And do what?" I raised a brow. "Kill me?"

"That’s what’s frustrating." He pressed his lips together. "I don’t touch women."

I wasn’t surprised. Most mafia bosses have that rule. They don’t hurt women and children.

Suddenly, I had the curiosity to know what that man did that caused him to beat him to a pulp.

I knew it was none of my business, but before I could even stop myself, I quickly asked. "What did he do?"

He stared at me, amused. "You seem fearless."

A small smile touched my lips. "Maybe because I’ve seen this multiple times."

He squinted his eyes. "So you know who I am."

"I don’t know who you are, but I know what you are." I muttered.

"So, tell me." He inched closer to me. "What am I?"

I couldn’t explain why, but his close proximity caused me to start breathing heavily. "A mafia boss." I quickly said.

He nodded slightly. "I guess you’re from a mafia family also. Who is your dad? And why did he allow you to come to a place like this? without a body guard? Girls in our world are meant to be protected at all times."

Something about him amused me. He seemed hard and, at the same time, soft. He was a combination of both.

"My dad thinks I’m in bed, sleeping." I said, and I subconsciously licked my lips.

"You sneaked out." A small frown creased his forehead. "What if you get attacked?"

"No one’s after me." I blurted out.

He took another step closer and cocked his head. "What if I do? If I had pulled that trigger and if you had seen me—" he suddenly curved his big palm around my throat and pinned me to the car, causing me to let out a sharp gasp. "You know, I could have gunned you down also."

"My dad would have hunted you down." Was what I managed to say.

"He wouldn’t have known that his daughter was out here getting killed."

Damn, he was killing me. His hand on me was causing heat to lick every sensitive part of my body, and I hated it. He was a stranger, and I wasn’t supposed to feel that way for him. The more I stared at him, the more his lips called for me, and the more I wanted to get a taste of it. Before I could even stop myself, I stepped on tiptoe and sought his lips.

"What’s happening here?" I suddenly heard my best friend say, and I quickly went back on my feet. She saved me.

He released his grip on my throat and turned to look at her. "And you are?"

"She’s my friend." I quickly said. "We came here together."