Mila Babinski is the most deadly assassin the underground has seen in years... all the mobsters fear her... she even fears herself. Mila lost everyone she ever cared for at a young age and the time has now finally come to get her revenge. But when...
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My dickhead father has forced me into going to this business gala because he couldn't be bothered showing up himself. He told me to try and make new investments with other companies - but I couldn't give a shit about his chain of hotels that are only cover ups for his criminal activities.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I have my clubs to think about and Nico's is branching out all across the states - with one opening in Boston a couple of weeks ago. Business for me has never been better, that is why I entrusted Matteo to run the one in New York due to me focusing on getting the others sorted for opening.
I wouldn't be sat here in this uncomfortable suit if my mother didn't have to go as well. Ma runs most of the hotels because Giuseppe is too busy shooting bullets in people's skulls to manage over 50 hotels as well.
So here I am on my way to Mila's penthouse as anxiety begins to take control of my emotions. Ma said she would meet us there - she is way to excited too meet Mila. She has wanted me to find a girl and settle down for a while now but I was never interested nor had the time - that was until I first laid eyes on the most beautiful, captivating girl who was swinging gracefully around the shiny pole in my club.
From our first interaction, I was hooked. She is constantly on my mind.
I am fucked.
Although we haven't know each other long, I feel this strong pull towards her - to uncover her nightmares that she keeps hidden under the sassy front she puts up. I recognise the pain and torment that constantly churns in her mesmerising eyes, as I see it in myself whenever I look in the mirror.
We are two broken souls that have the choice to come together and help mend each other's pieces, or destroy one another until there is nothing but despair left.
Exiting the limo with a bunch of red roses in my hand, I walk towards the 5 story building and enter through the revolving doors. Chandeliers hang in the reception area as the polished, marble floor carries the sound of my footsteps all the way to the elevator.
This place must be expensive - mental note to check how much Matteo is paying my girls.
Trying to calm my nerves, I straighten my black tie in the elevator mirror before it stops at the third floor. Stepping out, I make my way to the only door that is located at the end of the brightly lit hallway. Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door.
After a few moments, Mila opens the door, "Hey."
Her beauty consumes me.
She is wearing a silk, spaghetti strap, deep red dress with a slit in the front, revealing her left leg but stops just midway up her plump thigh and it hugs her curves perfectly. Her ash blonde hair is slicked back into a low ponytail with a few baby hairs left out at the front, framing her face. Different tones of brown are blended around her icy blue eyes, causing them to shimmer in light above us. My attention is draw to her nibbling her soft round lips that that erupts a dangerous craving inside of me.
