Forbidden Attraction

Chapter 4

Evelyn

"Get your hands off me." I tell the asshole who's holding my wrists with one hand, and pushing my back with the other.

"Anything else princess." He says with an ugly laugh. I wish I can punch him right now, but that would be a little bit hard without my hands.

Two men escort me to a room in the end of the hall. The other guy brings a chair and cords. Perfect. He ties my hands behind the chair.

The first asshole come to stand in front of me with a smile that makes me want to throw up. I glare at him, which only makes him smile more.

"What brought you here princess?" Thank God I don't hold a knife, cause I'm sure I will end up killing him with it.

"None of your business asshole."

If I thought that would offend him, then I one hundred percent failed. It seems like I had complimented him.

He puts a finger on my cheeks. Without thinking twice, I kick his dick with my free leg. He screams with agony.

"You bitch." Now, it's my time to smile.

"You should have tied my legs too before thinking about putting your filthy fingers on me."

When he advanced toward me. A deep voice came from the entrance of the room.

"I don't remember giving you the permission to touch her."

The man who was leaning on the wall with both of his arms crossed, is now walking in our direction with long confident steps that screams 'danger'.

He towers over the asshole easily. He's tall and lean muscled.

Elegant clothes. Expensive perfume that lingers in the air. Its smell is intoxicating, the type you sniff two times to make sure you memorized it. Dark brown hair, perfectly styled. High cheekbones, the type you only see in models. Sharp jaw, full pink lips. A roman nose with full soft arched eye brows. And finally, clear striking green eyes. Those that can captivate you and hold you hostage by just staring at you. You want to look away from their intensity, but still too captivated by their beauty.

But there is something else about them. They are cold and empty.

"I'm sorry, but she kicked me in the balls." The asshole snitches on me and direct his finger at me like kindergarten kids. Before I can process what's happening, Mr. green eyes had already broken his finger. The guy screams in agony.

"I think I made it pretty clear that I don't like it when someone ignores my orders. Consider this a warning." He delivered it in a deep voice that sends shivers in my body.

"Yes Capo." The guy replies with a pained voice, while holding his broken finger to his chest.

He called him Capo. The confidence, the orders and the smell of danger, all makes sense now. Mr. green cold eyes is Elio fucking Berlusconi. I had been romanticizing the guy that want to kill my brother, and probably kill me too. Ava was right when she said I suck at choosing my crushes. But I expected an old grumpy man with bald head, fat with a tummy bigger than his waistband, not a fucking model. But no matter how gorgeous he is, the air of danger that surrounds him, will always remind me that it's forbidden to be attracted to him.