"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."
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They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes.
And beside...
-"People are like the moon. Part of them has always hidden away."-
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"You're always on your computer," Antonio huffed. He had chosen not to leave her side since the Bomb attack in fear she would be next. He didn't know why he cared so much, but he wasn't going to fight it. He had no problem falling for her.
She typed quickly on her computer, making codes and correcting programs as she has done every day. She had gotten used to Antonio's attempts to annoy her and his constant blabbering about who knows what.
"And you're always on my nerves," she calmly retorted back. His hand flew to his chest, and a fake expression of hurt flashed on his face as he dramatically fell back in his seat.
"Ouch. Bellisima, that one hurt," he whined and closed his eyes in fraudulent pain. She rolled her eyes and continued to type away. He laughed like a little kid as he squirmed in his seat.
Her heart fluttered suddenly at the nickname he has been calling her. She adjusted her shirt to make the uncomfortable sensation go away.
"Can I ask you a question?" he questioned as he scooted closer to her. He admired her concentrated gorgeous face. She looked so beautiful as her soft facial features scrunched as she focused. He has never wanted someone more than her.
Her smooth, dark skin. Soft brown eyes. Curly hair and two-toned lips. She was just perfection.
His father always told him that he would know when he found 'the one.' The happiness he felt every time she smiled or laughed at one of his lame jokes was just like the happiness his father described when he was with his mother.
"It's not like I can stop you," she sighed. A grin plastered on his face but it faded away as his question popped in his head.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, trying to sound disinterested but faltering. His face formed into a scowl at the thought of her being taken by someone else. He felt apprehensive but she hadn't even answered his question yet.
Either way, he would find a way to charm her.
"Nope. Don't have the time," she answered bluntly. A smile that showed off his dreamy dimples spread on his face, bigger than the one before. She looked over at him, wondering why he was being so quiet, and immediately stopped typing.
"Why do you look like that?" she cringed. She resisted gawking at his obnoxiously attractive face and instead made her face form to disgust. The exact opposite of how she was feeling.
"I just think you're really pretty," he cooed as he leaned his head on his hand and fell into his trance. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, and got up to drink water. As she chugged down her water bottle, he decided it was a good time to ask the question.
