"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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The girl looked me up and down like she was sizing me up. I noticed the way her narrowed eyes lingered on my breasts before falling to my hips. She pursed her lips together as jealousy raged in her copper gaze.
Just in a snap, she slapped a fake smile onto her face like an actress. The only people who could obtain such skill were either a politician or in the mafia. "Hello, I'm Cecilia, the governor's daughter!"
The governors daughter. Of course, a politician.
I found it strange that she felt the need to use those words in order to introduce herself. She was threatening me with her status-her power-her weapons all while maintaining a smile on her face.
"Hi, Gabriella Martinez," I introduced myself. Stepping toward her, I slipped out of Saint's hold and offered my hand. She didn't like that. There was a small twitch in her lips as she shook my hand with her firm grip.
Cecilia had cold hands that probably imitated her heart. Any woman who married Saint had to be just as heartless as he was.
"Gabriella Martinez," she mocked. "I have never heard of you."
Before I could respond, Saint grabbed me by my arm and tugged me back to his side. I had forgotten all about his rules; if anyone spoke to me, he wanted me to walk away.
"Saint, what are you doing here with her? Since when do you bring women to events? It's embarrassing to me," Cecilia said.
"I can bring whoever the fuck I want. I thought I told your father that if he didn't get you the hell away from me, I would kill him. Do you want to be the cause of your daddy's death? If not, then get the hell on," Saint spat.
She visibly flinched at his words.
A frown oozed onto my face as she spared one last glance between the two of us before walking away.
"Why would you treat your wife that way?" I spoke up, knowing I would probably pay for my reckless perceptions.
"She isn't my wife," was all he said.
He walked me toward an empty table. It was small and round, but big enough for about five people. There was a white table cloth on it with a gold vase and red roses placed in the center. Saint pulled out a white chair that had gold lining all around it. I thanked him after sinking down into the soft cushion.
"I'm going to speak with some people for a minute. Sit here, and don't move, am I understood?" he challenged. I obediently nodded my head, watching as he walked toward the back of the ball.
