The Mafias Twisted Obsession

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and when the doors slid open, a cool draft washed over me. As the elevator ascended, soft piano music hummed i

en in dark suits standing like statues, their sunglasses adding to the intimidation factor. One o

out, keeping my voice b

lowed the sound and found him seated at the

a lean chest. His black pants fit perfectly, tailored to his frame. His hair, damp from a recen

. "Are you going to stand there all nigh

lowed.

His Rolex caught the ligh

I kept my cool, setting the

his nose, irritation flashing across his featu

rs," he muttered.

te blouse, black pencil skirt-professional but slightly rumpled. My dark hair was pulled into a bun, though a few lo

ment and headed back inside. He

he re

l fabric against my skin. He watched me, studying every movement. Th

e involved in the mafia, but he seemed too young for that. Too polished. He looked more like a politician's son or a billionaire heir-nothing as sinister as guns and k

tting his fork down.

e an intruder. Why had he even requested m

nded the call and looked back at me. I quickly averted my gaze, heat creeping up my c

unsure how

hing about him made me stay-curiosity, maybe? He was a con

his hands-strong, lean, and veined. His jaw tightened slightly as

Embarrassed, I snapped my head away, but it was too late

le. I quickly stood, taking it from him and drying it with a napkin. My p

darling. Give it here," he sai

d. I poured the champagne into his glass, but his gaze remained

in his tone changed, but

thing else, s

d shifted, though I wasn't sure why. Still, I was

*

really run down and I didn't know why she always suggested coming here. Maybe it was the type music that blas

ect stranger from the hotel bossing me around, telling me to sit, and fetch his food and

she keeps feeding me lots of drinks to talk until I felt my

owed eyeliner. With a smile, I step out of the bathroom again and just as I maneuvered around a

ed on me, his eyes trailing down my bare thighs

blocked my path. "What's your rus

skey. I took a step back

air. "Come on, don't be like tha

d clamped onto the man's shoulder, yanking

omer's size. He muttered something and stumbled off.I turned to thank my rescuer a

?" His voice was

my chest." I tried to wipe i

ristine white han

t, dabbing at my dress.

Not in a creepy way. Just... watching. Like

ou," I w

d slightly. "N

ed, my he

way. "Let me wash it first," I said with a nerv

about, darling. And don't w

h from my grip, his touch lingering for just

erchief?" I asked, attemp

twitched.

oned one," I muse

me traditions ar

at me-like he saw everything, like he knew things I hadn't even s

throat, "Are you

ike him would be in this old run

want to admit it, but he was definitely growing on me, and I wasn't sure i

step back. "Enjoy your night."And just like that, he turne