The Runaway Mafia Queen

Chapter 4 Hot Coffee

Word Count: 790 | Released on: 23/02/2020

pulled my attention

although it were eight p. m., and the darkness of night had covered the residen

f I had made any mistake but th

shop that he ran after retiring from his position as a police

me in my whole life that I was

as about twelve years old then. I remembered running into

not even come to my parents' funeral. My mom always s

g years, but when I decided to leave my life behin

ed if I could come to stay with him for a couple of day

fter trying four times, it kept going to an engaged tone. I searched for

location. Without waiting, I started driving again an

walking towards the coffee shop that was right

t call it a

om outside, it looked no

te mistake of wrong parking. Although the gates of the coffee shop were

on the door s

re it looked lik

the Harley and push open t

ed ringing and my eyes went up to look a

when my body collided with somet

ass and an 'ooof'

and when I opened them, instead of a wall, m

muscular legs, and then a wide buckled waist to a white t- shirt covered roc

d down at me. His mouth c

his waist over the belt, which was over his hips. The white t- shirt that wa

get up?"

lin

down at me with a bit o

ed imme

d I got up from the floor a

ol of myself in front of him, I was not going to continue being

nd let me tell you, I had never heard anyone call a head tilt se

like that."

ease make m

the hell did

oking like melting

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“"Did you finish the process of your admission in this college?" He asked her in a low voice calmly. Her eyebrows got scrunched in confusion at his bizarre question out of the blue. She even forgot that his arms were around her and she was being kept captured. "Yes?" She hesitantly said after a few seconds. "You chose Economy Major?" He lifted up one of his hand and pushed the tendril that was falling on her forehead, behind her ear. She unconsciously shivered at his touch and replied in a soft tone, "Yes." "What about Hector?" He asked casually and shifted her more closer to himself. The continuous questions were just an excuse to keep her in his arms for a longer amount of time. "You don't know what Hector has chosen?" Her eyes widened in surprise, "You both live in the same house. Are you both brothers or what?" As soon as the words slipped out of her lips, she slapped her hand on her mouth, surprised at her own audacity with the way she had talked to him. "I am sorry." She immediately panicked, fearing his anger, "It just slipped out of my mouth." He bent his head down and tapped his nose with hers playfully. She scrunched up her nose cutely and immediately a pink blush covered her face. Had she even realized that it had been almost an whole hour but she had not moved away from his touch, had not tried to run away from him? Only he knew how much he had craved to have her like this in his arms. It was not lust that he felt towards her. It was just pure longing, and need. Like the need for a last breath or a deep thirst for water.”