Sapphire Scars - A Mafia Romance

y look to my left, expecting to see that disarming smile of his, his eyes all

creep says, reminding me that he's still here.

to sit and chat. So I stand, awkwardly twisting in the wind, feeling as though I'm playing a part in a play. The D

play, but because I wasn't ready

d-looking son of a bitch. He had talent. People liked him. And he

. I must've misheard him, but there's no mistaking that leer

gain, you're

ds on my arm. He starts rubbing, sliding his fingers up and down, from my shoulder to my elbow and ba

would come out stronger, but it lands flat. It so

e hysteria? You're never gonna see or speak to me ag

on both levels, considering Adrian's second cousin is still t

take the hint and

the smirk that's giving me g

bruise on your che

guess I didn't do a good enough job. I can't even blame tears for ruining my makeup, mostly because I c

ed into

asks. If he's trying to be

ed a good, hard

e should laugh or not. "How about I dr

't explain. Oh yeah, this little shindig. Th

ay. I'm sure you haven't eaten anything, and

of dead ashes, and if I'd had an appetite, it'd be

an w

, the way he's touching me-it's all way too intimate. The only man who'd touched m

use me for a m

to him. I smell the smoke again, the mint, and it's nauseating, it's fucking disgusting, actually, I want him to stop touching me, to stop

hands of

gainst a cloudless sky. I feel myself pale instantly, but

" the man

st. The first thing I notice is the black suit he's wearing. I'd say he looks like a model, which

ed about him. He looks like he's thrown on the suit without a second thought. He looks like the kind of man who

Adrian's cousin. "I'd remove that hand if I were you,

its him. Slimy

ill save him. He's not looking at me anymore. Not so much

upset

" he asks, still tripp

s," Kolya growls, his gaze direct and im

ted to pay

owe yo

o me for a moment. His

rns. He delivers the threat so calmly, without even a hint of inflection. He might as well be excha

nothing, Kolya t

n didn't owe

ur respects are

t a speed that's almost comical. It reminds me of those old Scooby Doo car

ch hi

watc

he stare. He doesn't do anything of th

ack. Much less intimate than Salazar, but unlike the first man, th

ner of the room. "Sit." There's no concern in his tone, n

gh, I find m

d what to do in this situation. It makes me feel like I've been standing

tell me how to react

uld help me

on't move, he sighs, pulls my hand from my lap, and wraps my fingers around the water. I accept it s

ank