Sinful Desires Taming The Cold Mafia Lord

GIULIA

I kept peeking behind me as I dashed down the busy streets of Madrid. Most of the pedestrians gave me curious looks as I weaved through them. My heart was thumping violently in my chest. I was sweating, but that was the least of my problems.

I knew there was no way those monsters could have tracked me from the States to Spain, but I couldn't help my intrusive thoughts.

I securely gripped my purse, clutching it to myself to discourage pickpockets. The minute I left the airport, I went to a Bureau de Change to get my currency changed from Dollar to Euro. I only had 700 Euros with me, and I hoped to use it sparingly.

I intended to find a motel that wouldn't cost more than £3. If that was possible. I didn't mind living in a rat-infested place until I got a job, which didn't sound like something that would have happened anytime soon.

“Sorry!” I apologized to a man I crashed into when I turned to look over my shoulders. It was getting late, and I had found no cheap motel. I had only seen one for £9. Too bad none of them wanted to give me any discount.

“Watch where you are going, chap!” he growled at me. Luckily, he didn't communicate in Spanish like the one I knocked into an hour ago.

“Oh, you can speak English?” I beamed at him, trying to strike up a conversation.

The man's eyes took me in. He started from my red hair, down my 5 foot 6 inches body before he fastened his grey eyes on my honey-brown ones. “Mind where you are going!” he snapped angrily before he turned and hurried down the road.

“Huh?” I flipped my hair back. He should be thrilled someone beautiful tried to chat with him!

I turned and proceeded down the street. I steered clear of alleys. No matter where you are, the States, Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia or bloody Antarctica, you need to be vigilant of the dark.

Striding down the streets, I kept pondering what to do. Should I return to that £9 motel? But that would cause a dent in my pocket!

There was no freaking way in hell I would do that!

My tummy rumbled the moment I walked past a bistro. I placed my right hand on my belly, glaring daggers at it.

With a frown, I traipsed over to a grocery store. I smiled at the security guy by the door, and he muttered words in Spanish that I didn't quite catch.

With a nod, I strode in. I didn't bother with a basket or trolley. Since I was trying to save some cash, I planned to just get two energy bars for the night and the following morning.

Tomorrow, I will start job hunting.

I knew it would be challenging to get a job with my high school degree, but it would be more challenging because of the language impediment. I couldn't speak shit when it came to Spanish. (Well, I could perfectly say "Hola")

I smiled at the few people in the aisle as I scurried over to the shelves that housed what I needed.

“Shit!” I planted both hands on my waist and glared hard at the bars that were beyond my reach.