Semua Bab Stuck Between Two Mafia Hot Lords: Bab 11 - Bab 20

As I worked on the very day I was supposed to go deliver the supposed “package “to the Danger Blaze mafia club, my eyes was trained on the overhead wall clock at the cafe and bar and boy the time flew so fast that each passing hour made my heart skip a hundred beats. Alex noticed my lack of concentration when I spilled beer on the table and he definitely wasn’t happy about it. “Keep whatever is bothering you out of my bar Claire and focus” I only apologized and he shook his head and left but not before I heard him mutter something along the lines of “I just hope she’s okay “underneath his breath. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t and that I was going crazy and that I was scared but I stuck to cleaning the spilled beer instead. The bar closes up at 9pm every night and a little past 10 on rush hour fridays. Today was Monday and so I closed up at exactly 9pm . I had just an hour to get myself ready to deliver the godforsaken package. ….he hates latecomersLuciano’s scribbled words on

The world seemed like it took a standstill and why wouldn't it? Even I was at a standstill, I could bet my eyes were wide open and I look like I have seen a ghost. But then again, why wouldn't I be stuck to a spot? When a man this gorgeous and breathtaking is standing awfully close to me and looking me directly in the eyes. He bright blue orbs pierced into my hazel ones and looked like they could see right through the ocean of honey colour and bright brown lights. I know it’s the man from outside who helped me get in because of the familiarity of that blue eyes. I saw it only for a moment but it was something I couldn’t forget for a lifetime to come. The cologne that wafted from his body into my nose too was a reminder of how fresh and intoxicating he smelt when I was caught in his hands a moment ago. But most importantly, I knew he was Don Dada because the name was boldly tattooed onto his exposed neck. It made me gulp at the fucking odds of meeting the man I was meant to delive

I blinked rapidly a couple of times, expecting for the image in front of me to disappear like a mirage and just like a figment of my imagination. Everything in me hoped that none of it were real and that I have started hallucinating and seeing things because of my inability to stop thinking about him.My eyes only stung as I kept blinking my eyes. The image of the person sitting on my chair, in the middle of my room, clad in a all black suit, isn't disappearing like a mirage and no I wasn’t hallucinating, it was as vivid as anything could ever be.My legs stood grounded to the spot by the door , unmoving and suddenly rigid. All of the bravery I summed up, ready to hit the intruder with a mop stick melted out of me as I processed the scene before me. Don Dada is in my room. In my house! My mind raced with a million things that I could possibly do. I contemplated running out of here and shutting the door but this is my house! There was no other place I could run to. Then I thought ag

Whenever Don is this close to me, close enough for noses to touch and for our breathing to mix freely, I lose my sense of reasoning. And I think he knows this too because even if we’ve only being in this kind of situation a few times, he’s always daring so close to me and I can’t decide on one reasonable thing to do whenever he does that. Just like right now. Both of us were cooped up in my tiny closet. I could hear every of the breath he let out and the ones he drew in. His blue eyes was the only thing I could see in the darkness of the closet and they had me trapped in them so much that I couldn’t look away. “What are you doing?” I asked with wild eyes.“You should leave already. Nick left three minutes ago”“Not until I get what I want”“What do you want?’“You”I squinted at him in the darkness. “Forget I asked”At this rate, I am going to conclude that Don is going crazy up there and I won’t sit with him and listen to him say things like that to me. I’ve only known this man

“What do you want?”I fired at Luciano.Just the sight of him makes my stomach turn. And the fact that it’s all his fault I had to go meet with Don and now he won’t leave me alone, annoys me. Yet he just shows up by the road where I and Nick stood waiting to call a cab, in a fancy car. It’s the first time I’ve seen him outside of my apartment after all these years. And it made me wonder what caused the sudden change of him appearing in a car and stopping by me at the side of the road.Beside me, I could feel the rage and anger that radiated off Nick’s body. Nick has only seen him a few times and he never ceases to get crazily mad at him each time. I can even say he hates his guts more than I do. But Luciano as expected wasn’t moved by both our glares that was pinned on him. His eyes was trained on me.“Hello to you , Claire”He said ignoring my question from earlier. I rolled my eyes at him. I didn’t know what it was that he wanted from me but deep down, I hope it doesn’t involve wan