Jessica's POV

Broken By The Billionaire Mafia

                 (chapter three)

             Jessica Martin's Pov

  I gulped a shot and thumped the glass to the table. 

   "One more!" 

  The bar attendant nodded and turned alcohol into a shot glass and handed it over as I swiftly gulped on the hot liquid till the last drop.

  I have been here for the past twenty minutes and no sign of Belle I tried reaching her but the line was unavailable she might be caught up in traffic and the network got the better of the situation all I have to do is wait but not without catering to the burns in my heart and that needed a little drink, or let's say a lot of drinks because I was ready to drink the entire bar.

    I wanted something to knock me off so I won't be in this pain, and sorrow somewhere far from cheating fiance's and traumas that have formed a shadow over my shoulder. It has been three years since the day I lost my twin brother and parents. 

 They were gunned down by assassins in our multi-billion mansion and there was no trace of the bloody culprits.

  A lone tear slid down my cheek. It was a Friday evening and Belle had been pressuring me to attend a party so I sneaked out with hopes I'd be back before my parents came back from their trip.

  The party went far into the night and I got drunk which wasn't advisable to drive so I spent the night at Belle's only for me to get back home and see my family lying in a pool of their blood.

    "Shit!" The image flashed through my mind's eyes and I gritted my teeth angrily. Standing on their graves the rainy morning they were buried dressed in all black with revenge etched on my face. I swore to bring my family's killer to book. They'll pay for everything they put me through.

  I lost a mother, father, and twin in one awful night.

   "One more!" I ordered and reached for my purse dropping a wad of dollar notes and watched the male attendant eyes lit up greedily as he grabbed the notes and tucked them into his pockets.

     He quickly pours me a shot and tries to hand it over when a hairy strong-arm obstructs and with just his presence had the bar attendant shaking in fear.

 His back was pressed towards me while he faced the attendant, the only thing I could make out was he was blonde and wore a black shirt and jeans and his long arms were covered in dark art tattoos.

  "Enough she has drank more than necessary."

     What! How dare he tell me what to do?

  "Hello, mister whoever you're better shove that into your black pants because I won't take such insolence." I bark. 

  The alcohol was doing things to me, making me bolder and growing balls.

    "Are you talking to me, Miss?" He turns to face me and oh my god! I slipped from the seat to the floor and quickly shut my eyes awaiting to crash when strong steady hands gripped my waist and slammed me to its masculine chest electricity jolts through me with our body pressed together.

 The man must be a lover of apple-scented products and his was mixed with cigar smoke because the scent whipped my nostril and unashamedly I buried my nose willing to get more of that addictive and pleasurable scent that made my skin tingle.

   "Are you okay?" His voice jolts me out of my daydream as my eyes flutter open to see it's the guy earlier who stopped me from drinking.

     "Did you save me?"

    "You aren't just a bad drunk but pretty dumb too." He pinched the side of my rib, and I bit my lower lip. Our proximity had me accessing his features. He had a strong broad shoulder, hard jawline, dark eyebrows, sea blue eyes, the bluest eyes I've ever seen, thin lips, shiny blonde hair, and a piercing ring at his lower lip.

  Pierced men was a total turn off for me but this made him sexier and yummy. 

  What would kissing him feel like? Does he taste real good like apples or cigars or a mix of both? I could smell fresh cigar smoke from him, not the displeasing type but a pleasing smell that had me feeling horny and turned on by him.

   "Stop staring peasant I won't fuck you." He smirks showing his sets of perfect white teeth. He wasn't just a handsome young man, he was a cocky asshole too aware of his male beauty.

   He turned me on at the same time and turned me the fuck off like I'm a goddamn switch. He was controlling my feelings and I hated to give anyone power over me.

    I pulled away from him and gave him some metres before turning to face the bar attendant. "I've paid for what I ordered, give me one last glass before I leave and you can keep the change." I slurred tiredly. 

 My eyes were blurry and I could barely stand on my feet but I was trying to keep up.

   "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't." He shakes his head negatively and faces the other customers pouring alcoholic beverages into their shots.

   "Why can't you?" I knew the reason but I wanted to hear him say it.

     "You can take your money elsewhere and get another drink but I'm not getting you a drink." He answered without casting me a glance and I grew petrified with him, the shot and the fucktard metres away from me.

   "Fuck you asshole! Your bar is trash anyway." I grabbed my keys from the table and stormed off but before I could get to the exit the stranger blocked my path and snaked his hands around my waist making goosebumps spread across my skin.

    What. The. Fuck.

    He leaned closer so his lips were just an inch to my earlobe. We were breathing in each other's air as our breathing turned labored and intense. His broad shoulder descended and ascended in rhythm and my eyes caught his hairy chest with a few of his shirt buttons left undone flexing his toned stomach.

  My nipples hardened in my bra, they turned rock hard and I was barely stopping myself from touching them to make the aches go away.

     Did he feel the same way I felt?

    "This is not the condition to drive. I can drive you home." He says seductively and for a minute I was dazed but shook it off.

  "Hahahaha... This isn't a movie or one of those stupid novels. Get your head out of your ass and get lost. I don't need your help and never will!" I snarled and fought his hands off and hurried to where my car was parked with wobbly legs.

    I've never drank this much since I lost my family and to be frank the alcohol was too strong to what my drinking ability could take.

  I felt a knot in my stomach ready to spill everything but I held them back in and slipped to the driver's seat. My hands unzipped my bag and brought out the keys with trembling hands and my vision worsened so I couldn't see anything, not the car's steering or the keys.

      I blanked out.