𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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My father always told me that you could never let them know what your next move was and never, not for a single moment, let them have enough time to read you. You always needed fast thinking and that was a skill that required perfection if you were going to be a don in the mafia.
And sure, I had all those things, but that woman at the club was just as experienced as me. She never let them read her next move. She was quick and a fast thinker and strong as hell.
She couldn't have learned that on her own. She had to have had years of training to become that skilled. I've never seen a woman fight like she did. Trust me when I say I've seen women fight before, we have women train all the time, but none fought like she did.
She was fearless, even as she stood in front of the guy that had a gun pointed right at her head.
She actually had the nerve to look at him like she was bored and like she did that shit on a regular basis. And for some reason what I really wanted to do was knock that fucking gun out his goddamn hands, but I knew by the way she held herself that she had all the desire to end his life on her own and I wanted to see how that would go.
She held that power even when you looked into her soft and intriguing hazel eyes. She radiated this intensity that no other woman had. And fuck if it didn't do something to me.
When I first laid my eyes on her when we walked in, I swore she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. It was like every other girl that was in that club disappeared once you set your eyes on her.
Nobody could ever compare to the way she looked in her tight black dress that hugged her thick thighs and curvy waist. Her long dark brown hair was silky, flowing down her back effortlessly and her eyes sparkled under the currents of the club lights.
I wanted her right when I saw her and had the strongest desire to rip out every fucking pair of eyes of the people that were looking at her, even my asshole cousins.
I tapped my pen anxiously on my wooden desk, the only sound that filled my office as I leaned back in my black leather chair and grabbed my drink off my desk. I let the strong taste pervade in my mouth as I thought of our next move on the Russians to recover from, once again, another failed mission.
If only that fucking girl hadn't been there at the club, then we would've gotten the information we needed and would've been on our way to end Aldrik's fucking life and let his whole goddamn organization go to hell with him.
She may have been the most gorgeous woman I've laid eyes on, but she still ruined my plans and that attitude of hers just pissed me off.
My anger grew more knowing that we were so fucking close but now we were far from killing him.
He killed my father and he was really stupid if he thought I would let him live after the shit that he pulled. He was the reason why my mother was grieving right now and I was not going to let him cause any more pain for her.
