Ruthless (BOOK III) COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2

I had to see her again. I couldn't get her out of my head. I walked down to my father's office, not bothering to knock. He sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Our family portrait hung on the wall next to mom's portrait. I looked away from it and cleared my throat. Dad looked up, eyes bloodshot red. "I need you to run a name for me. Haydin Strauss." He opened the laptop and starting typing. He turned it towards me and there her picture was.

HAYDIN SAMARA STRAUSS

BORN: AUGUST 24

OCCUPATION: MODEL, BARISTA

There you are my little minx. I wrote down her address, and work address and shut the laptop. I looked back at Dad who was staring at moms picture on his desk. "You need to get out of this office, mom wouldn't want you sulking over her like this." I walked out of the office, and out to my car. I sped off, and down to the coffee shop.  I parked, and watched her from afar. What the hell am I doing? I never let a female evade my thoughts like this, not even my latest fuck, Katar--------- it doesn't even matter. I got out of the car, and walked up to the shop. The bell rang over my head, making her look up at me.

She gasped, and looked away. I smirked and made my way over by her. I sat down at the furthest stool, pretending to look at the menu. "H-How may I h-help you?" I looked up at her, sending a chill down her spine. "What do you recommend cara mia ?" I sent a smirk her way, causing her to blush. "I-I'm a cappuccino kind of girl." I closed the menu and bit my lip. "Then I'll have a cappuccino." She nodded, and walked over to the machine. I looked her up and down, taking all of her in. I bit my lip and watched her move. Man the things I could do to her. She came back over, hands trembling.

"Grazie cara mia." I took the coffee from her hand, letting my hand brush against hers. She blushed a little, pulling her hand back. "Dmitry." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "H-Haydin." I smiled a one dimple smile. Works every time. I took a sip of the coffee. Coffee tastes like shit and makes you crazy. I don't drink it. My mother used to drink it every day.

"So Haydin, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a tiny cafe like this?" The place was slightly empty, maybe 3-4 other people here. "I-It helps with college and....stuff." She had her eyes downcast. I reached over the counter and lifted her chin, making her look at me. She looked me in my eyes. I wet my lip, and rubbed my thumb along her cheek. My phone broke ya out of our trance. I picked it up without even looking to see who it was.

"Dmitry baby, I miss you. Come have a little fun?" She purred over the phone. I looked back at Haydin. "I'll be there in 5." I hung up, and pulled my hand away from her face. "Until next time mia cara." I pulled out $100 and put it in her hand, kissing the back. I chugged the coffee down, and cringed on the inside. Next time, no damn coffee. I walked out of the cafe, and out to my car. I guarantee, the next time I see her, she'll be writhing under me, screaming out my name.

TRANSLATIONS:
Cara Mia: My love
Mia Cara: My dear
Grazie: Thank you