Mafia || Carlos Sainz

Chapter 1:The night before

Smut warning !
Please ignore if it's bad it's my first time getting better also I use google translate so please tell me if I got any words wrong <3
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amor-love
querida-darling
Solo espera-just wait
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Carlos entered the noisy club alone. He walked over to the bar and ordered an espresso martini. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a gorgeous women in a magnificent, black dress which hugged her curves in the right way. Her hourglass body being shown and her slim thighs revealed by a slit in the black dress. As much as he tried he couldn't stop staring at her. A lady he knew nothing about nor what she would do to him.

However this lady wasn't like any usual lady. She felt eyes piercing her skull like a knife cutting into a cuddly bear.

Soon enough she got fed up of the feeling and looked up, only to be met by the most mesmerising man she has ever seen. He had fluffy brown hair and deep dark brown eyes that she felt herself get lost in. She wanted to kiss his lips without a second thought. The way his body was shaped was immaculate, his jawline so soft but sharp. Long broad shoulders stood out in the top he wore which had a few buttons undone to show everyone his toned chest. His hands were veiny proving that he did work out. Carmella thought it was just the alcohol that made her feel like the whole world switched. He was wearing a white top, the top buttons left a gap between each other allowing people to look down at his toned body. The top fit his body perfectly and the trousers wrapped round his legs shaping them.

The pair made eye contact, neither of them pulling away. After 5 minutes the lady got up and walked towards Carlos. Strutting powerfully gaining the attention from a lot of men, but her eyes were only on him. She sat down on a red stool next to Carlos. Her perfume danced it's way into Carlos nose as the floral smell energised his body.

"So tell me," Carlos started his accent intriguing Carmella. "What's a pretty lady like you doing in a club full of disgusting old men, amor. I mean not that I am complaining."

"Well you certainly aren't a disgusting old man," She paused. "And i'm here to find who will fullfill my needs or perhaps I have a connection with. How about you, darling." Carmella spoke brilliantly not a stutter or a crack in any of her heavily accented words.

"We are here for the same reason, hermosa. May I know your name?" He replied.

"Carmella. Carmella Marino. May I know yours?"

"Carlos. Carlos Sainz Jr."

"Well Carlos where are you from?" Carmella asked.

"The lovely country we are in right now, España. Let me guess where you are from, you're accent is lovely by the way. France?" She shook her head no, "Monaco?"

"Close i'm Italian."

"What are you doing in Spain then?" He questioned confused.

"Business. First time at this club?"

"Yes, you? Also what languages do you speak?"

"No this isn't my first time. I speak English, Spanish, French, Dutch and Italian."

As the conversation continues the music around them was still loud but neither of them cared, it was as if they couldn't hear it at all. Carmellas' lips turned into a smirk as Carlos broke the eye contact to look at them. Both of them quickly inched closer to one another until Carlos wrapped his arm around Carmellas neck bringing her closer and putting his lips on hers.

It started off sweet until seconds past and Carmella put her hands over Carlos body. They broke apart for air until she put her hands on his cheeks bringing his lips back to hers. Carlos hands moved down her body into the slit in her dress and up her thigh.