the mafia leader's queen

02 ➛ liya ♫

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❝ i been tripping like i don't got that designer pussy ❞

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"watch where you're going," a snarky voice says from above. okay, it wasn't snarky. it was actually really attractive. it was deep and rumbly and whatever. but the contents of what came out ruined it.

"the fuck, bitch?" is my automatic response.

i look up to see, unfortunately, the hottest guy i've ever seen. no cap. that man was MY  type, and i don't even have a type. tight white shirt, brown tracksuit, dark ass skin, fresh braids. cologne. but the attitude? fuck no.

he narrows his dark eyes at me as we're face-to-face. well, as close as we could be since i was 5'4 and he was almost a foot taller than me. i don't usually like tall guys (overrated!) and it's lowkey rare to find one since i wasn't the shortest girl around, but damn. his height was perfect. godlike, even.

"i'm not the one who couldn't see where i was going," he says and i instantly glare at him.

"you know what an accident is, dipshit? the world doesn't fucking revolve around you, cry about it."

he looks like he's gonna say something, but a cute asian guy behind him, presumably his friend, puts a hand on his shoulder.

"abel, we have to go," the cute asian guy says, his dimples appearing with every word. ah, so abel's the asshole's name.

abel looks at me as his lips twist. "out of my way," he demands. my jaw drops. no fucking way i'm gonna move to let this asshole through.

"ladies first," i challenge innocently.

a chuckle erupts from him. "you hardly look like one," he quickly replies.

ouch. the fuck. i probably should've done my hair before i left. fuck my life.

"oh, you right. obviously you're the sensitive, fragile one," i say as i move out of the way with a smile. bianca follows my lead and moves.

i keep my eye contact but admittedly falter for a second when i notice him looking down at my lips. ew. keep doing it.

"abel, no time," the asian guy says, getting abel's attention. abel nods, then looks back at me. "thanks, shawty," he casually says as he walks through us and away. the asian boy follows. i turn to look at bianca.

"the fuck was their problem?" she asks.

"for real. i didn't even do anything."

she rolls her eyes at that. "you're mouth is too big for your own good. but like, period. not a lot of girls defend themselves. i admire that about you."

i smile. "thanks, bestie. and not gonna lie, that man was gorgeous." we enter the fancy cafe and instantly notice a few people looking at us.

"this is...weird. i kind of want to leave now," she says. i couldn't help but agree--but dad ain't raise no bitch so i fixed my posture and kept my head up.

"i think i just wish i dressed up," i tell bianca honestly. we walk to the line. there's only two people in front of us. the place is lowkey filled with people though, all sitting at tables, drinking coffee or whatever the fuck it was. it was mostly guys, which was really odd. weren't cafes a more girl-enjoyed thing?

"who cares?" bianca asks. "we're just here to get our food and dip. anyway, what are you thinking of getting? they lowkey have hella stuff."

we looked over the menu, and while italian sodas were listed, there was nothing about adding redbull to them whatsoever. they did have a wide selection of cock and mocktails though, so this place was definitely some kind of cafe by day, bar by night.