A MAFIA LOVE STORY

The deal. 

Kalia. 

The music was loud, just as expected for a Friday night. Dim lights reflected off polished surfaces casting shadows that danced across the dance floor. 

Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and that's exactly why I was here. I heard done my research on the best night clubs in downtown New York and I got the best reviews for club Ice. 

It was perfect for the type of night I was looking for, secluded away from the city life and I knew no one here would ever recognize me. 

I took in my surroundings, looking for the best spot to go, when I spotted what seemed like a booth just a few metres from the bar area. 

The area was surrounded by men in black and for a moment I thought it might be my father. But what would he be possibly doing here. 

My father loved the boujee expensive things. And he would never be caught in Brooklyn. 

I walked closer and stood by the bar as I tried to see who it was that had such kind of security. 

The closer I got to the booth, it became as clear as day who those men worked for. 

"Jake" the wolf " Moretti, one of the biggest and most feared real estate mogul. 

His black suit was as dark as the night outside, his eyes cold especially under that chandelier, the blue eyes shown and looked some type of green. 

Everyone knew who he was or had heard of him. He was good at what he did and he was known for being ruthless and merciless. Both qualities I did not agree with. 

But my qualities did not matter in this instance, I needed his help and if sucking up to him will let him help me out then that's what I was going to do. 

I picked two of the tequila shots I had ordered and drank them before gathering the courage to walk up to his section. 

To the world I was Kalia Kiari. The daughter of a powerful real estate magnate, a girl who had been born and bred in nothing but privilege, but I was no spoiled princess. 

That's what most people didn't know. 

I walked with as much confidence as I could gather, my dress red in color, that clung to my curves, seemed to shimmer under the lights as my long black hair fell in waves over my shoulders. 

I had done my research well enough to know Jake loved brunettes and his favorite color was red, which is why I wore red and dyed my hair jet black. 

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Jake. 

I had noticed the beautiful brunette headed up to my section way before she even figured out who I was. 

I had heard of Kalia Kiari, the heiress with a reputation for doing things her way. She feared no one, including her father and I respected that. It wasn't often I met someone who wasn't afraid of me, someone who would walk into my space with her chin held up high and her eyes steady. 

Her courage was a turn on me. 

The rumors about her turning down every man who dared approached her also proceeded her, it was time to really test that theory for myself. 

Kalia stopped right in front of me, her gaze unwavering as she looked down at me. I didn't offer her a seat, but she took one anyway, right across from me. 

I like her, I whispered to myself as I leaned back to study her. 

"You have guts, Miss Kiari. Not many people would invite themselves into my space like this." I said with a smirk in my face, unable to hide my amusement. 

"I have heard heard the stories, Mr Moretti," she replied, her voice steady and poised, "But I am not here to play games, I am here to cut a deal.my interest was piqued. This was no socialite or ordinary woman. 

This was the heiress to my rival company, I nodded for her to continue. 

" My father has some business interests that overlap with yours," she said choosing her words carefully, "But I am not here to talk about my father. I am here to talk about what I want."

I tilted my head forward, slightly intrigued. 

"And what is it that you want Miss Kiari.?" 

"I want control. I. Want to run my father's empire, but I need someone who understands the darker side of this business to guide me." she leaned in forward and took my hand in his. "I need you Mr Moretti."

The club suddenly seemed to fade into the background as we locked eyes. I saw something in her, ambition, a hunger for power that mirrored my own. She was dangerous, not in the way all my enemies were, but in a way that made me curious. 

I saw potential in her, a potential that, if nurtured correctly, could benefit us both. 

"You are playing a dangerous game Miss Kiari." I finally managed to say as I took a sip of my whiskey. 

"I know," she said, her lips curving into a confident smile of her own. "I heard you like to play, that's why I came to you."

She knew the right words to say to me. It had been a long time since a woman made me hard just by her talk and charm, and this right here was the woman I wanted.

For a few seconds we sat in silence, accessing each other, the weight of the unspoken deal hanging in the air between us, she licked her pink lips and my dick twitched as I imagined them around it. 

"Alright Miss Kiari, let's see how far you are willing to go." I said leaning back forward, accessing her, undressing her with my eyes. 

Her eyes gleamed with a mix of determination and excitement. "Further than you might expect." she said, licking her lips again in that seductive way. 

This girl was trouble!.