In Love With the Mob

Chapter Three-Bash

Pictured above is Stoff

"Mr. Covington wants you to know that he finds you attractive and would like to have your phone number." I mean I guess that is one way of putting it. Another way would be, Mr. Covington would like to knock the dust off this library as he pounds into your sweet thick, dammit Bash get it together. I don't know what is wrong with me. This guy has my brain all scrambled. He is just so cute and tiny and I just want to gnaw on his butt. Jesus I'm weirder than I thought I was. I realize my intrusive thoughts has me staring at this guy like a creep, and since everyone is looking at me I just say the first thing that pops into my head.

"I tend to stare when I see something pretty." Score Bash, that was clever. So I thought. Evan looks disgusted, his friend looks confused and Stoff is literally face palming. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. I shake myself off trying to clear my head. "That didn't come out right."

"No fucking kidding." The friend says. Well shit, I most definitely am not making a good first impression. Come Bash get your shit together.

"Let's start over. My name is Bash, this is my assistant Stoff, and you are?" I question the friend reaching out my hand. She shakes it apprehensively.

"I'm Aria this is my best friend Evan." He nudges her with his elbow.

"Don't tell him my name." I reach for his hand next, slowly taking it into mine, placing the softest kiss on his knuckles.

"It is very nice to meet you Evan." He doesn't seem to be buying my charm at all, I look over to Stoff for some help but he seems to be having his own issues with the girl in the opposite effect. She seems to be batting her eyes and bombarding him with questions.

"You are so cute, is your hair real. Where are you from. You look Korean are you Korean?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes I am Korean." Her smiles lights up her entire face.

"OMG really? I love Korea, do you know BTS?" His eyes are screaming at me to save him. So of course I ignore him and turn my attention back to the delectable Evan, who looks done with my shit.

"Why are you really here?" He questions sternly. Was I not clear?

"Like my associate said, I am very interested in you and would like to get to know you." He rolls his eyes.

"I don't have time for this. First you stare at me like a psycho ready to slash me, now you have the nerve to ask for my phone number. Absolutely not. If you even remotely want my attention, you are going to have to do way better than that." I look at him and he is clearly not budging. I nod slightly. Ok, I see how it is. I bite my lip, my brain running a mile per minute.

"Ok, Mr. McIntosh. Game on. Stoff." I turn quickly making my out of the library. Stoff takes a deep breath in relief then laughs at me.

"I've never seen you give up so easily." I smirk as we make our way across the street and to the car.

"Oh my dear sweet Stoff, I am far from giving up. He wants me to do better, and better I shall do."

"What are you going to do?" He questions as we climb into the car."

"I am going to make Evan McIntosh my wife. I need everything you found on him in a folder and on my desk by morning. The man will be mine before the end of the week."

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Wednesday

I poured over the file on Evan all morning and even had the Stevens following him today, and there are a few things I have learned. One, he loves food, two he seems to like animals a whole lot and three he seems to have a sweet tooth. So first thing this morning I sent Stefan to deliver a dozen donuts from the best bakery in town with a little note, compliments of Bash. There is no way that didn't win him over.