Brandon is the leader of the French Mafia and a university freshman. He's feared by most but he's not as intimidating as people make him out to be. He can be a gentle giant when he wants to be.
Rachel is a young single mother, to a beautiful 9-month...
I've never been one for school. If it were up to me, I'd just stay in France and run the Mafia business back home. However, my parents were adamant about me completing my education. To keep me company, they sent my cousin, Melissa, and my best friend, Jayden. Jayden's not only my best friend but also my right-hand man in the Mafia business. Melissa, being a girl, takes no interest in the Mafia business. Although cruelty runs in her blood, she's the gentlest, kindest girl I know. No one would get an inkling that she's the daughter of the former most feared French Mafia. The classroom was a typical lecture theatre with a myriad of different students from all around the world. There were students from Asia, Europe, and wherever else you can imagine.
I couldn't bother to pay heed to the lesson so I was just in my world, pondering what would be the next move of our rival Mafia; the Italian Mafia. As a Mafia leader, I can't get complacent. The danger could be lurking anywhere that we go. As I was in a daze, in ran the most stunning woman I've ever laid my eyes on. She looks like she'd run a marathon to get here, judging by the sweat dripping down her forehead and her pants as she catches her breath. She was nearly an hour late for the first day of freshman year so no doubt she probably had to rush her way down to campus. She mumbled a quick apology and made her way to an empty seat. As I squinted my eyes to get a better view of her, I noticed her flawless hourglass figure. She has the most alluring blue eyes I've seen to date. She's wearing a pink crop top with a pink mini skirt, which accentuates her curves flawlessly. Hot would be an understatement to describe her outfit. She also had on a pair of hoop earrings which matched with her outfit.
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She had minimal makeup, unlike the girls who constantly throw themselves at me, yet, her facial features were impeccable. Her lips were red like roses and her cheeks had a natural blush to it. She's a natural beauty. She looked immensely breathtaking, I could barely take my eyes off her. All eyes were on her. I could see the boys in the class gawking at her with their lustful gazes and I couldn't help but feel a pang of possessiveness. Why? I just met her. What is this feeling? She made her way to the empty seat beside me. I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath all this time until I released it when she took a seat beside me.
I have no idea why she has such an effect on me but, I felt a zoo of butterflies in my stomach. I was unbelievably nervous in her presence. So much so that even Melissa and Jayden noticed. What's wrong with me? I've just met her and I'm already shy in her presence. What is it about this girl that has me drawn to her in a way that I can't even comprehend? I was snapped out of my daze when she spoke, "Are you gonna introduce yourself or do you plan on checking me out the whole lecture?" I turned red like a tomato before gaining my composure and introducing myself, "Hi, I'm Brandon Monet." She looked astonished and asked "The Brandon Monet!! leader of the French Mafia?!" Her tone was affable. I was rather impressed because she was the first person who wasn't horrified when she found out I was a Mafia leader. Girls tend to either be all over me or stay a mile away from me. This girl was something else. She was unique. She then introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Rachel Cruz! I'm from Michigan" I shot a smile at her and she returned it. We went back to paying attention to the lesson before the professor decided to reprimand us for not paying attention and disrupting the whole class by talking. That's typical of professors anyway.
She hung out with me, Melissa, and Jayden the whole day today. Even during lunch, somehow, we happened to have the same meal and drink preferences. Melissa was delighted to have the company of another girl and she already called Rachel her new best friend. Rachel is sweet and kind, similar to Melissa and they get along extremely well. I could barely keep my eyes off her the whole day and I could tell that she noticed because she would blush and turn away quickly whenever she locked eyes with me.
I just need to make her mine one day. I don't know what it is about that girl that pulls me to her but I need to make her mine. She seems like she could be the perfect Mafia queen. I also felt this primal urge to protect her and care for her. I can't quite put my finger around her mysterious aura. She seems like she harbors a lot of secrets. I'm a Mafia leader, so I tend to have the ability to read people like a book so it's evident that this girl is special and unique. I can't believe I'm having these thoughts about her rather soon. I've just met her but I can't seem to get my mind off. No girl has ever had such a profound effect on me and I've hooked up or dated more girls than I can even recollect. Till now, I've only viewed girls with the lenses of lust and infatuation but Rachel stormed into my life. I've only known her for one day but I'm already smitten by her. I find myself waiting impatiently for the next day to come so I can see her again. I'm starting to sound like I'm hopelessly in love. What are you doing to me, Rachel?
