Julius Santo was a name that had every human's skin crawling. Most people know of him due to the lethal Mafia he leads, his silver eyes that have watched countless souls fade away, or the sinister scar that crosses his brow.
But for Hazel Alexis, Ju...
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ᴛʜɪʀᴅᴘᴏᴠ
𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘛𝘰 𝘈 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦
♛♛♛
Silver and hazel met.
With the lack of emotion in his eyes, the silver poured and glowed straight through hers. She gulped. Her nerves were unsettled with his most cold eyes staring straight through her.
Hazel looked away. The intense stare immediately sent unsettling sensations through her system. The girl kept strumming to her music—low enough for her to be aware of her surroundings.
Hazel kept herself occupied by scrolling through her phone. She didn't have any social media accounts and relied solely on Twitter to keep up with celebrity news.
She went into her photo album app instead of playing games. She selected the first photo after scrolling to the very top.
"How'd the deal go tonight?" One of the men asked.
Hazel glanced up at the males and immediately recognised the silver-eyed man who had joined them.
Because he had his back to her, she couldn't see his features, to which she so desperately wanted to see.
The young woman's mind wandered in all directions as to how gorgeous he must be—basing it on the single glance she had at his lips and eyes.
Her attention was drawn to his hair, which was a dark brown that bordered on black due to the darkness. And from the back perspective, she could tell he was muscular—very muscular.
The question stated only a moment ago was then answered, by him.
"They bought it."
An awfully attractive voice had spoken, a deep octave slightly etched with a terrifyingly powerful dominance to it—something that made Hazel's spine crawl with goosebumps.
The blonde-haired man with a cigar laughed, almost sinisterly.
"Of course they would, no one can say no to the Devil,"
Hazel frowned at the term he had used. Devil?
It was odd per se. Never has she heard someone call another the Devil. It would've rather been offensive, wouldn't it?
With the cigarette between his lips and his hands in his pockets, the captivating man didn't reply. He seemed detached on something else or maybe just he didn't care.
The other men chuckled, the laughs deep and in harmony with each other. Hazel ignored them blandly, returning her focus to the device.
She scrolled through the pictures, making sure to take in each photo with her eyes and heart. Each photo was from when she was a lot younger—well, last year to be exact. At the beginning of the previous year, where everything was happily normal for her.
