Romira

Chapter - 56

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
~Marilyn Monroe.
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Akira

A slow grins forms on the man's face, "My, you are a beautiful one. Wish I could say you're not his usual type but the bastard never had one."

"Excuse me?" I narrow my eyes to him.

He waves his hand dismissively, "Never mind. So are the infamous Akira Ray huh? Paul mentioned some great deeds about you though he failed to inform your beauty."

I decide that Paul is a gossiper here. If I recall correctly he was the one who told Martha about me.

"You clearly know me and it would be only fair if I also know you." I state feeling little uncomfortable under his hawk like gaze.

He chuckles in a deep voice and moves a bit closer to me, "I like you. I'm-"

"Stay the fuck away from my girl, Dante." Romero's loud threatening voice rings from behind the stranger before he himself appears beside me and snakes his arm around my waist.

"Is it any way to greet your uncle? I'm disappointed King." The man, Dante tsks in mock scolding.

Uncle?

"If the uncle is you then yes, it's perfectly good way to greet." Romero retorts.

Dante smirks and it reminds me the way Romero does. I see the similarities now, they both are tall with attractive features. How could I miss they both share same grey eyes, though Romero has a hint of blue in them.

"I'm hurt kid. You got yourself a pretty girl and didn't even bother to tell me." I don't believe him for a second and I think neither does Romero.

"Fuck off." Romero grumbles.

Not looking a bit offended by his nephew's response, Dante shifts his eye to me. "Forgive him for his poor manners Miss. Ray. I am Dante, Dante King, uncle of this mannerless lad. A pleasure to finally meet you." He offers his hand for me to shake. I have never seen someone talk to Romero like this, so freely, apart from Slade. Romero must be close to him, well as close as possible for Romero.

"Akira please and it's good to meet you too." I take his hand and shake it firmly.

He doesn't release my hand right away and makes a bold move to kiss my hand but before his lips could touch my hand Romero not-so-gently pulls it out of his grasp and glowers at him, "Keep your eyes and fucking lips to yourself or I wouldn't be hold responsible of my actions."

Dante merely raises a surprised a brow, "Well, I'll be damned."

"Why are you here Dante?" Romero questions him bluntly and without any real greetings.

Dante's face looses all humour and turns into serious one, "I was informed you are taking over Raymond industry."

"I am." My boyfriend agrees.

Dante nods in understanding, "Good. I need to tell you something regarding that and I also heard you are selling one of the clubs here."

Kingly.

My heart thuds just by thinking about that place and it's definitely not in good way. I remember Romero telling me about that.

"You heard right."

My phone buzzes with text. I leave it to see later after their discussion is over or whenever I get a chance.

Dante scowls at the answer, "Why? The club was doing good and I don't see any profit in your decision."