The Craziest Of Them All

XVII

I sit slouched against the plush leather couch, in a very unladylike manner if I must tell you, but I can't give a damn right now. My stomach is stuffed to the brim from the delicious dinner. After the dinner of steak, mash and gravy, the maids brought in desert. Now there is one thing you need to know about me...when it comes to food I have no self-control. I stuffed my face with, not one, but two little lava chocolate cakes. My larger than life appetite had a few of the guys staring at me in awe and amazement but it also had Demon glaring at me with an expression of pure disgust. Once again...I couldn't give a damn about what the twat thought about me. To aggravate him further, I gave him a wide, toothy grin knowing full well that my teeth were covered with the sweet brown chocolate.

As I nurse my bump from my food baby, all I can think about is stripping out of this tight dress and sprawling myself across the big plush bed awaiting me upstairs. I can slowly feel myself slipping into a food coma, that warm sleep that calls out to you after eating gang food is what is whispering my name lustrously into my ear. If I close my eyes now, I know for a fact that I'm going to wake up in a week.

With heavy lidded eyes, I look around at the guys sitting around me. We have moved from the dining room and into the formal living room. The men are littered around the expensive looking couches and near the entry of the room, in a chair that closely resembles a throne, sits Mr. Reyes. With his regal posture he sure as hell could fool me into thinking he was royalty. Well he is a Mafia Lord so I guess that makes him royalty, right?

He sits upright in his tailored all black suit, his right leg resting over his left and a perfectly manicured hand gently tapping a rhythmic beat on his knee. I take the time to actually analyse his features.

Though aged, nothing is taken away from his handsomeness, I might even dare to say that the aging enhanced his beauty, gave him a certain ruggedness. My eyes travel from his strong jawline to his thin lips that are beautifully framed by the light stubble speckled across his chin. His straight nose is perfectly proportioned and resting above it are his dark eyes. From one glance into this man's eyes I can tell that this man has no limits, that he is capable of anything and that he has no conscious. He is definitely someone whose bad side I never want to see or experience. A subtle chill resonates through my body as Mr. Reyes' ruthlessness dawns on me. His thick eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he listens to the men's suggestions.

His cold eyes suddenly snap in my direction, his face is that of a hunter that just found his prey. It was as if he could feel my piercing gaze on him. My eyes widen is shock and quickly look away, the last thing I want is to be on this man's radar. I begin to focus on the conversation at hand.

"But how can we guarantee that The Ripper will be in attendance at this year's gala?" One of the men ask. He, like the rest, is wearing a crisp black suit that seems as if it was specially made for him. No guys, I am now convinced that you have to be model to be part of the mafia because I haven't come across even one ugly, or even average looing guys. All these men are mouth-watering with their strong jawlines and equally strong bodies.

"Everybody knows that the gala is the most opportune event to make business connections and deals." Alex answers the guy. I'm pretty sure that if Alex wasn't a part of a mass criminal organisation, he would be a teacher. He just has that vibe to him...or he'd be a tech billionaire. "So, if Ripper wishes to expand his organisation it is a given that he will be in attendance." Alex continues, he finishes off with pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Well if he'll be there, we know for a fact that for sure as the sun will rise that he'll have a lot of protection." Another guy chips in, a very handsome guy with shortly cropped hair and chiseled jawline. "We'll need to find a way to penetrate it."