Beauty and the Mafia Beast

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epfather lay dying in the ER has to be my worst sin. But let me back up

al smell, the beeping machines, the constant reminder of mortality. I promised myself I'd never set a foot here again after fina

finally convince her that I care about h

l dick, always making Claire's life miserable with his controlling ways and

e lounge. I glance around, trying to distract myself from the morbid thought

terest in a dark romance movie-leaning against the far wall. His eyes are the same colour as mine-blue, but they

ould be Death itself, but Gods if he isn't sexy. And if I'm the next soul he wishes to reap, I'll gladly let him

outh, knowing full well he can't hear me from across the room. But he gets th

nd up, meeting his gaze head-on. As he gets closer, I see the dark pits of his eyes widen, th

whisper, looking over his shoulder, se

ing. "Only when I see s

n, his breath hot on my ear. "And what

e you're here, aren't you? And y

aty sound that makes my s

dying his outfit. He's rich, is my quickest conclusion. "You her

seeing something else entirely even though his eyes are on

ng. Why is he distracted? Did I say something

rious about the mysterious strang

ntil our breaths mingle. "Maybe you

isions. The urge to feel those lips in me growing too strong.

rand of my pale blonde hair away from my face. The to

is. Maybe it isn't. Guess

all of my back, pulling me closer. "

cause I n

r, a low growl filling my se

room, the door locked behind us. His hands a

ody presses into mine, knocking the breath out of me but I don't com

is hands slip under my shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of my breasts. His mouth finds

I doing? Who the

uches me makes them all feel stupid. Rationality

each stroke. I feel every inch of him, his balls slapping against me with each

om. But I can't say I haven't fallen farther than this in an attempt to survive

ld. "You know, people like you always end up alone. No one care

at the hell did

thetic nobody, begging for attention. Look at you

fears. Anger surges through me, and before I can think, my hand connects with his cheek. The force o

ks like someone just got a reality check. You might want to ice

t stick around to find out his response. I storm out of the washroom,

nge. And satisfied. I may have just made the biggest

rget about the dirty encounter with the arrogant stranger. But then as I'm about to drive Claire to our sorry excuse of a dorm, he shows up again, if only for a brief flash. He ru

o my best to convince myself to forget him, and that it wasn't blood on his shirt, but

got him-unaware that the stranger would soon become a fa