Forbidden (#1)✔️

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

^^^JAXON^^^

I am trying to publish as many chapters as I can to get this book moving faster. 

Just 1 problem...THERE IS SO MUCH TO WRITE OMG ahah.

Toodles. x

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 Once the silky red wine was poured, the whole table fell silent. I guess they are waiting for Xander to speak?

"What am I doing here?" I ask, once again all eyes get torn over to me. All pairs of eyes but one. The pair on my right. The son.

"What did I tell you, young lady about talking at the dinner table!" Xander says angrily. I have had enough of this, I would like some answers.

"Well I don't know any of you people and I would like to know what I am doing here." I reply becoming fed up.

"YOUNG LADY-" Xander gets cut off by his son clearing his throat.

"Father stop, just answer her and then we can leave." The son says clearly as fed up as I am. It's like we are on the same boat just waiting to be shipped out of this fuckin dining room and back to our own lives.

I can tell Xander is becoming impatient with me disrespecting him. Good, maybe he will fuckin answer me.

"Okay then, lets cut to the chase. I am Xander Valentine, leader of the Black Satan's Mafia..." The what now...MAFIA. The fuckin Mafia. The hell. Oh fuck.

"This is my wife Amara Valentine, my daughter Josie Valentine and my wretched son, currently seated next to you...Jaxon Valentine, the heir to the Mafia." He points to the people he introduces. I was right then, she is the mother. 

Why does Xander hate his son so much. I wonder what has happened.

"Well go on everyone...Introduce yourselves to our guest..." Xander snarls, people start nodding their head in response waiting for the next person to speak up.

I stare at them completely baffled. I catch a glimpse of Jaxon staring at me from the corner of my eye. I look back at him. We hold eye contact for a few moments and his eyes are almost apologetic. 

His eyes are the colour of an ice glacier. That really light, gorgeous blue. His eyes are the complete opposite of his fathers dark green ones and I cannot see his mother's eyes but I bet they are similar.

His face is something not from this world. It is something you would see on a magazine displaying the latest 'hot boy'. He has a straight nose, average size. Plump, pastel pink lips, which show no expression. His eyes are soft and sharp at the same time. It's confusing.

His hair is a brunette brown like mine, shaved at the sides and slicked back on the top. 

He is wearing the same as Mr scary on my left, a black crew neck T-shirt, black cargo pants and black combat boots...monochrome really is scary these days.

He, like Mr scary on my left, has tattoos running up both his muscular arms. Just by him sitting down I can tell he has a big dick and 8 pack abs. Its obvious. Oh my this boy gives me butterflies.