A Crazy night with the Mafia Alpha

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k for the coziest homey place to hide. But instead barged into the girl I met earlier. She wa

Was the only word th

en in the dim light, they attract attention. They stare at me with conflagration, evaluating my body. He poked his nose at my face. S

ip my hair forward to cover my cleavage. He chuckle

ting closer as if he had my permission. Was that a gesture too? Me covering my cleavage is a ge

scared?" He says smoothly like he wants to console

, so get your damn face off me" I say viole

es to that of disgust when his hands suddenly

his hands around my fist he tries to drag me somewhere, maybe a room! "

my efforts are like that of a baby trying to free herself from her mother's grip. It is us

kward. That gave me a chance to walk away from him. But I hear rushed footsteps

left is to barge into a room. I skid to a halt in the middle of the long hallway. I have to make

hrough one of the doors and closed it behind me. He

ar against the door. I met th

he howled

. I notice that once h

seem to be gouged to perfection by the lord above. His pink lips are pulled into a frown, dark black eyebrows that

h was the millions of sparks tingling down where his hands held my waist. I look down at his flat six-packed belly, I feel my heart stop a bit. I don

ly and walk away from me, he brings a bottle of

derstand with fear that I like this game. I want to see where this will lead, the myst

k on an adventurous journey with this stranger. I have always lived right so as not to offend my grandmother who raised me alone. I want to take a different path with thi

d to remove the mask on my face. The only thing hiding my identity. Whatever happens this night

right the word mate has gone into extinction. Perhaps he is not an elite. His words made me feel comfor

w a scorpion tattoo. My heart jumps to my stomach. The Scorpion tattoo belongs to a famous mafia group. Famous all over the country. They were

notices how nervous I have become. I avoid staring directly into his eyes. Anxiet

that the situation is gaining more dangerous propulsion. He looks at me strangely. He looks a

only she didn't bring me to this damn place!. If only she allowed me to stay by her side. The worst could happen b

l with his hand pinning mine to the wall. I tilt my head slightly as if he is a puzzle I'm trying to figure out. The muscles in hi

clenching my fingers into a fist. "Ouch' I think I might want to use the toilet now," I said in a quiet shaky v

disappointed. The only excuse I could ever make has been declined. I feel my heart itching with regret. Given that th

I just need to do is to mark you" his eyebrows draw closer to

something in me tells me not to argue with this man. He is

onight," the st