(STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER MAFIA CHAIN: SCARFACE. Strongly recommend for you to read the previous story before reading this one, but this story can still be read as a standalone book.)
When Max accepts an offer of a lifetime to attend college in Ameri...
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Max stands in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, her getting done putting on her mascara.
During her day of shopping with Erica she has uncovered a few memories of herself, really just when it comes her style in dress and what she wears, different memories of people she really doesn't recognize as of yet. It seems like with every memory that comes it is a different person there....most of them looking to be ones around her age, but she doesn't recognize any of them, no other memories come to mind.
She just decides to not think much on it until later, her not wanting another headache of another memory coming in right now.
"At least I'm pretty." She says to herself while staring at the mirror.
Whoever she is...she likes how she takes care of her body, it being the perfectly athletic body figure. She wears high rise blue jean shorts and a blue and white stripped tank top shirt that is tucked under the jeans along with white converse, her hair being in deep wavy curls from the hair salon her and Erica went to at the mall, her having a light thing of makeup on her face.
She looks when Lucas comes in the bathroom, him being in black leather jeans with silver belt chains on each side, his belt having real silver at the middle of it that shows off and shines along with his chains and the silver chain around his neck, it being a cross. Along with a dark blue polo that hugs his muscles, Max seeing his defined eight pack through the snug looking shirt, his veins showing a little through his large arms.
Max sets down her mascara, him going to stand behind her. "Quit staring at my ass!"
"It's a great ass, shorty." Lucas replies nonchalantly.
"I don't appreciate you thinking you can 'use' me to get what you want." Max quotes. "What if I want to use you?"
"Then we can use each other."
"Excuse me?"
Max stares at him through the mirror when he comes closer, his front being against her back. She inhales a breath when his fingers brushes against the sides of her neck when he brings her hair on her right shoulder, his warm breath fanning her left ear and the side of her exposed neck, making a shiver run up her spine.
When his warm large hands touch the top of her arms, tracing over her cursive writing tattoos on each arm the hairs on her neck stand up like spikes, her swallowing the lump that forms in her throat. His smell engulfs her nostrils once again...a mix of citrus, spices and a hint of musk hitting her as well as his earthly and woody smell of his cologne. It adds more to his masculinity, more to his attractiveness.
