Meet Eve Black: I decided to flirt with the guy that did it, "Heyyyy cutie," I say with a wink. "Hey, pretty lady," he says in a gross seductive tone. I can't deny that he is very handsome. He had piercing green eyes that would make any girl go weak at the knees. But I am not any girl. "Can I ask you something?" before he could respond I continue, "Why did you try to drug me?" He looks shocked as my tone went from flirtatious to serious in a matter of two seconds. "Well, I have no idea what you are talking about," he says while slightly panicking. I stand up, "Well if you don't know what I am talking about then why don't you take a sip of my drink?" a few heads turned our way and start watching. "N-no I am good," he stammers confirming that he did in fact try to drug me as I suspected. "You know what, I don't give a damn what you say you 'don't know anything about' because I know what you tried to do to me." I pick up my drink and smash the glass on his head. I watch as the pink drink that was in the glass stains his white button-up collar shirt and his face turns red with anger and embarrassment. As I am walking out I yell back, "You know damn well what you did too." I flip him the bird and I leave the bar and Hazel and all her friends behind. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________

Ali El-Hussain At twenty-eight, he is a man of silence and steel. A devout Muslim mechanic, son of a Turkish mother and Afghan father, he built his own shop with discipline and grit. Tall, broad, and sharp-minded, he is as unyielding in faith as he is in work. His gaze stays low, his words scarce, his presence cold. He has never touched sin, never allowed it near him-and he despises those who live in it. To him, women like her are poison, corrupting everything they touch. But Roxanne Divine walked into his shop in her slutty dress, he hated her the moment her heels hit his floor. • Roxanne Divine At twenty-two, she is wildness wrapped in silk. Carefree, reckless, and addicted to attention, she lives for flashing lights and hungry eyes. Her father owns the club, her mother praises her beauty, and together they taught her that the stage is her throne. She dances, laughs, and seduces because it gives her power-because it makes her feel untouchable. Every man stares. Every man falls. But not Ali El-Hussain. The way he refused to even glance at her left her squirming in a way she didn't understand-suddenly insecure, suddenly burning, and for the first time in her life...horny for someone who clearly hated her. -- sneak peaks She leaned across the counter, hips swaying, hair falling just so-but Ali didn't look. Her pulse spiked; she'd never felt this ignored, this desperate for a glance. - His hand gripped her arm, thumb brushing her wrist. "This dress. That stage. Stop," he said, voice low and dangerous, and she trembled. - She leaned toward another man, daring him. Ali's chest tightened, fists clenched. "I hate you. I hate your body, your lies, your attention-seeking whore ways," he spat, and she couldn't hold back the tears.