Enemies to lovers
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ʟᴜᴄɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇʟʟɪ is not your typical Mob boss, he's also a diagnosed psychopath with obsessive tendencies. He's ready to possess everything he wants by fair means or by foul. With a sinful body an...
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I hold his stare , his eyes stare at me with an unknown expression. Something I couldn't explain.
Trouble, that's what he called me.
"To work with me you need to learn to fight" he leans against the desk, folding his arms over his chest.
Holy fuck his veins are hot.
"Done staring?"
No, wait for some more time.
"Huh" I snap out of my thoughts, reality slapping me in the face as he taunts me with a narcissistic smirk.
"You need to be trained so much, little trouble" he huffed. His eyes fixated on my lips.
"Excuse me?, shall I remind me that I'm here for you to do the work? I am paying you to find the murderer for me. I'm not working with you" I explain.
"Is that so?" His brows grew. He threw his head back , a deep chuckle leaving his throat.
I watch his Adam's apple bobble. I watch dimples poking his cheekbones. His raspy laughter filling the room.
Fuck me. Literally.
"And do what then? Play dollhouse with him?" He fired back at me.
My hands curl into a ball, I close my eyes in frustration. I want to smack the shit out of him right now.
"I'm paying you though!" I throw my hands in the air. This man will be the death of me.
"Trust me darling I don't work for money. I work for the thrill"
He leaned forward. Suddenly I felt so small infront of him, with his hands in his pocket he hovered over my body. His face inches away from mine.
I could smell the musky smell, he is prettier up close. His scar makes him just hotter. So much hotter.
"Wait so you don't want me to pay you?!" I stand up from the couch, stepping back.
"Hmm" he hummed absent mindedly, his eyes fixated on my tits.
On my tits!
"My eyes are up here" I snap at him.
"Trust me I know" he licked his lips, pushing himself off the desk.
"Let's get this straight. You will help me but you don't want the money. What do you want in return then, because I'm sure as hell you won't help me for free"
"Wow so you think as well" he spoke , sarcasm dripping out of his voice.
This bitch.
"Y'know what, forget it. I'll find someone else" I grit my teeth, picking up my purse from the couch as I walk towards the door.
