Just Business

"You won't shoot me, micetta," the low whisper of his masculine voice filled the void between us.

"Don't try me Zayn." I spat his name through my gritted teeth.

Simply smirking, he pushed the gun away; without resisting, my arm fell by my side. I felt my soul being pulled into the grey abyss of his eyes while I watched them run down my face.

Taking steps towards me, I moved back against the wall. While I processed the distance from my chest to his, he tilted his head, watching me amused.

Unexpectedly, his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me in.

Embracing myself, I closed my eyes, however his face moved past mine. The steady rhythm of his chilling breath tickled my ear, as his lips grazed my cheeks.

His hands put pressure on my waist when he pulled my torso closer against his.

"Fucking hell." I felt his throat vibrate with his words. "You do things to me, I can't explain Nikita."

His hand caressed my waist and hips, before sliding them underneath my oversized t-shirt.

The cold sensation of his fingers on my skin forced a shiver through my legs, allowing me to stumble deeper into his chest.

The drowning feeling of lust washed me, as I felt his fingers fiddle with the lining of my underwear.

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A growing gang, empowered by mostly women, founded and leaded by Nikita Warner works among the shadows, silently rule their global kingdom. Until, the day of a major operation, her mafia crosses paths with the more publicly known and feared Italian mafia. The mafia boss, Zayn Martinez, who holds a powerful terrorising reputation, takes it upon himself to deal, with what he believes to be a minor "thorn" in his multi billion business of guns and drugs. However, he is unaware Warner has made her way into his mafia in attempt to bring it down. During their multiple encounters, Warner and Martinez grow a relationship of knives against throats and holding each other at gunpoint. The air is filled with a tension they can't describe; it is itching for something more.