SinMiguel didn’t know if he had made the right or wrong choice to always keep tabs on his boss. His nervous fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the steering wheel as his eyes shifted between the warehouse to the dashboard clock.Did something happen? Not likely. It was David, after all. The devil himself wouldn’t have been able to stand much of a chance against the mafioso. Yet, Miguel didn’t feel right leaving the other on his own knowing he’d gone to go take care of business without telling anyone else.Thirty minutes feel like an eternity as minutes continue moving along in silence. The brunette adjusted the glasses on his face, a nervous habit as he strained his ears to listen through the static dark silence. The silence was supposed to be soothing. Wherever David was involved though… silence was a strong indication that death was taking place somewhere in the near vicinity. One didn’t need to spend more than two minutes around the dark mafia king to realize this. Death followed the
Miguel didn't anticipate that the mafia boss would still be hanging around when he reached the location Sinclair sent to him. He never hung around unless there was something else going on... Miguel felt his hands involuntarily tighten around the steering wheel as David turned to face him. His amber eyes reflected a hard-to-read emotion as the car's headlights reflected off them. Did someone tell him to expect his right-hand man to be coming? Sinclair surely wouldn't be that stupid. The right-hand man was quick to shut off the car to avoid blinding the other. It didn't however before he noticed the blood covering the other's clothes. Shit... How bad had it been this time? "You know, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were keeping tabs on me." Miguel hardly had a chance to step out of the car before the mafia boss tossed something at him. It was hard to see it in the dark but the right-hand man caught it without fail. The weight of it told him that his boss had already c
A kiss. One of the sweetest treasures in the world. Especially when both parties were into it.Something so simple and delicate could transport someone to a magical land. Whether it was electric sparks and wildfires or cotton candy and unicorns, it was always addictive and intoxicating. It doesn't have to be anyone special, just as long as they are into it and know how to use their lips. At least for Honey, that always was the case. Until a sandy-haired puppy came along. Long lashes fluttered open as amber orbs glanced up through hooded eyes. He was into it, wasn't he? The look of pure bliss and the scent of lust confirmed as much for her. As did the way Don devoured her mouth with his tongue. She could hardly breathe when she released her dark red abused lips, yet her mind was miles away even as he caught her gaze.So why wasn't it there? That pleasurable spark sent tingles down to the heels of her shoes. "What are you thinking so hard about right now?" The words spoken in an allu
Honey found herself taking steps two at the time as she made her way up the staircase that lead to the elegant penthouse that she called home. The late hour and darkness that made it hard to see beyond her nose didn't lessen the spring in her step. The spring had less to do with spending the last three hours with Don (not that the man wasn't a good time) but more to do with the sandy-haired stranger. The boy came back. Precisely as she had expected he would. One kiss was all it took, and she had already started to draw him in. Honey tossed her keys into the bowl by the door and kicked her shoes off inside the front door. She barely remembered to latch the deadbolt as she went to the kitchen. Her mind was too full of cotton candy kisses and soft green eyes to focus on much else. It had only been one short kiss, but she hadn't been able to get the taste out of her mouth.She pulled a shot glass from one of the cupboards and grabbed the bourbon from the liquor cabinet. 3 a.m. wasn't th
The afternoon sky spoke of a beautiful remainder of the day. The sun had finally pushed away the clouds in the last few hours before nightfall. The gentle breeze gliding through the trees whispered that spring would soon come. What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss.The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening. Emotionless eyes trailed after a swallowtail butterfly as it fluttered past the top-floor office window behind his subordinate's head. Butterflies had life so easy, didn't they? A pair of wings to take them wherever they wanted without a care in the world. They surely never had to l
Half past midnight and the usually packed bar, Deux Visages was more lifeless than a vampire left out in the sun for too long. The sparse signs of life came from the few people on the dance floor swaying listless or grinding against each other along to the music blaring through the club's louder speakers. Audience or no audience, the music continued faithfully until the club owner decided it was time to shut down for the night. uch like the music, the few people who stuck around were the do-nothing regulars who would instead come in every night to drain the beer pipes instead of finding something better to do with their time. The owner, Oswald, never minded so long as they didn't go about causing any trouble.Away from the dance floor and blaring music, an evidently grumpy but flashily dressed woman sat at the club's bar. Inaudible grumbles escaped the wowoman’s mouth as she adjusted her position on the far too-small bar stool. Her right hand came down with more force than necessary
Peace and mafia were too words one often wouldn’t find said in the same breath. David wished, however, that some mornings could be peaceful. The kind of peace that didn't require him to use his gun let alone leave his bed for peace to take place. One morning alone with him and his bed. No phone consistently vibrates from the million and one useless texts and calls. Again, what was the use of having so many men if they couldn’t do anything without him? Useless was what it was. The constant din of Bohemian Rhapsody from his phone as the caller refused to hang up grated on the mafioso’s nerves. Time for a new ringtone. T“Dirty deeds are done dirt cheap.” The don mumbled as he snatched the phone off the bedside table without lifting his head from his pillow—no need to look to know how to shut the blood device off. David knew from muscle memory after doing it a million other mornings already. Shutting the phone off didn't rescue David that morning from being pried out of bed far earlier
The warm dark liquid would've gone down David's throat smoother without all the papers littering his desk. The sight of it made him want to torch the room. So much white had no right to occupy his otherwise black abode. "Alfred, what exactly am I looking at?" The mafia boss refused to sit as he drained the coffee mug. He returned it to the butler without looking away from the desk. He refrained from gritting his teeth. "Your neglect, I believe, Don." Alfred set the mug down on the desk's edge before moving around the side."They have been piling up here for the last two weeks. Most of them need your signature." The butler indicated to the tallest, most precariously stacked pile of papers on the desk."The only papers that should be on my desk need my signature." David could sign papers in his sleep. Everyone knew why they had been left on his desk to build up."You have been spending too much time out, Don. You request everything of importance be sent here. The one place you've hard