The Mafia's Desire

Chapter Three

I watched him as he entered the building with two men following him. I waited for about half an hour until he finally walked out again, only with a silver suitcase. Typical Mafia leaders. Why do they always have those kinds of suitcases that always scream, ‘I'm a fucking gang leader!’?

I got up and paid for the bill. I then made my way across the street and pretended to be lost. I knew he was watching me —I could feel his dangerous gaze, which would even be detectable if he were even miles away from me. The vibe he had was enough to send shivers down my spine. I had no idea how I would ever manage to get away with this. In fact, I was convinced I wasn't getting out of this alive.

I took out the piece of paper out of my purse, releasing the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding in. I then looked up, finally having eye contact with him. Every inch of my body screamed at me to turn around, run the other way, move to Mexico, and change my name to Juanita then live happily ever after, but I ignored all of that and gathered the courage to walk over to him.

As I approached him, he whispered something to his men and handed over the suitcase to one of them. He placed the suitcase in the car and stood behind Killian, his posture alert and defensive. Great, now they think I'm going to kill him, so they're going to kill me before I even manage to bang Killian. Great.

Focus, Lara. Focus.

I reached Killian and stopped right in front of him. His dangerous blue eyes watched me carefully. I had to admit, the picture I had seen of Killian was not nearly as deadly as he was in real life. His dark brown hair was sexily styled, every part of his face seemed like nothing but the perfect sculpture of the most perfect Greek God ever created. For once can a Mafia leader please look highly unattractive?!

“Excuse me, sorry for bothering you,” I started nervously, but not suspiciously. I handed him the note and he looked down at it. “I'm looking for this address. Would you please be able to help me out?”

I wanted to smack myself across the face. Why do my poor life choices always bring me to a point where I want nothing but death?

He looked up at me, his eyes slightly more alerted now. “How do you know this man?”

His voice was sexier than his appearance. It made me wonder what it would do to me when...—

Snap out of it!

I came back to my senses and said what the note told me to say. “He's my uncle. I just recently heard that he's back in town, so I wanted to visit him.”

“So, you're telling me you don't know where your uncle lives?” he shot me a look that made my heart race.

“Yes!” I shrieked. “I mean, no. I don't know where he lives,” I ran a hand through my hair. “I've never been to his house before.”

“Then why are you going now?” he raised his eyebrow at me.

I cleared my throat. “Look, mister, I came to ask for your help, not to answer all your unnecessary questions. Are you going to help me, or not?”

From the outside, I looked absolutely calm and collected, as if I weren't screaming and running around circles while panicking excessively in my head. He watched me for a few seconds before he raised his hand and made a gesture. I was confused for a second, but when I saw one of his men stalking towards me, my eyes grew wide and the panic I had in my head was starting to show on my face. I made a move to run off, but before I could, I felt a sharp sting in my neck before everything became blurry and finally went black.

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My eyes fluttered open and I frowned at the bright ceiling ahead of me. It took a few seconds before all the events flashed back to me and I abruptly sat up —my heart pounding and my breath uneven.

I looked around and I realized that I was in a very luxurious bedroom. The room was a combination of soft and soothing grays and silvers that created a soft and luxurious feel. A modern chandler dangled over the bed and a soft silvery gray fluffy carpet covered the floor. The bed I was on was black with gray sheets. Two abstract paintings hung down the walls gave the room a better feel. This was the kind of room I'd only dream about.

This is not what I expected from a Mafia leader trying to get information out of someone. Is this normal?

As I made a move to get out of bed, a sudden pain erupted in my neck. I hissed as I held onto the sensitive spot, wondering what happened there.

“The pain won't last long,” a sudden voice startled me.

My head whipped to his direction and I noticed him walking from behind the wall. I didn't even notice that the wall behind me didn't connect to the walls on my left and right. I wonder what was behind there. Probably his bathroom and closet. He walked towards me, making me crawl away from him with each step he took forward.

“What did you do to me?” I asked in my not so confident manner.

He was just so intimidating. He wasn't wearing a suit like earlier. Instead it were just sweatpants. Just sweatpants.

Just sweatpants.

Why wasn't he wearing a shirt?

“Nothing,” his heavy voice rang through my ears. “Just had to make sure you were unconscious before we brought you here.”

So that's the pain in my neck. He stopped at the edge of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked hot and scary at the same time.

“How do you know Antony?” he asked.

If looks could kill, I would be disintegrated right now.

“I told you, he's my uncle,” I said flatly. Or at least attempted to.

“I don't believe you.”

I clenched my jaw, “Why would you not?” I shrugged then rolled my eyes as I got out of bed. “You know what? I don't care whether you believe me or not. I have to go. Bye now,” I stated and started for the door.

A hand roughly gripped my elbow and I was pushed back on the bed. My eyes grew wide as I set my gaze on his angry blue orbs.

“You better start talking. Otherwise things will get really ugly. Perhaps even gory.”