"Get out of there, Reagan! That bitch could be trying to kill you!" I heard in my ear, but of course I ignored.
I found this intriguing. He was bowing down to me, Domonique was stepping to my family's level and it made me smirk in the inside because I enjoyed a challenge.
"Yes, it's Reagan and I'm pretty sure you know I didn't come here to discuss the drowsy pictures hanging up around this pissy restaurant nor am I hear to discuss me."
He sniled, but I wasn't finished yet as I crossed my hands and my legs at his perfect smile. The lights were bright in the room and it only helped to convey his emotions for me right now and that smile.
"My family and I wanted everything to be crystal between us, good, but since your family would like to threaten to take our territory, you can fucking die trying."
I was about to stand up as he grasped my leg under the table while taking a sip of wine from his glass with his other hand.
"Don't make thre--"
I smiled, as he let go of my leg. I reached my face over the table, up in his face.
"We don't make threats, we make promises."
He smiled, and grabbed onto my chin. I looked into his eyes, as we sat toe to toe, head to head, and lips to lips.
"Prove it, baby."
------
After losing her older brother, her only true guidance in life, Reagan Rose is stuck trying to figure who killed her brother mercilessly in the streets, but with everyone around her being the enemy, it's gonna be hard figuring out who the true killer is athand.
Domonic Phillips, with a bad childhood, and troubled mind, he finds hisself in a world of trouble and has to face his demons once he makes one fatal decision.
Completed and Copyrighted.
I grabbed my glass, sliding hers to her and taking a long drink as she hesitantly reached out to take her glass. I watched her staring at the brown liquid in the glass, looking to be debating.
"It will help with the pain you're in," I decided to say, making her look up at me. There was something in the depths of her eyes, something that nearly made me shiver. Then she looked back at the glass, tilting it to her lips and downing the entire contents. I was surprised, seeing her clench her eyes shut, her lips in a firm line.
"Why did you have them brand me?" she finally asked, setting her glass back on the table before meeting my gaze.
"Marking you," I replied.
***************************************
***************************************
Evelyn has given up on life as an upstanding citizen when she is taken by unknown men with cash to burn. She's forced into a life she had escaped years ago and was not looking forward to going back to. A life that was full of bullets, blood and a whole lot of mafia men and women.
Alejandro was born and raised mafia...he knows just what to do and when for the safety of his family, and he'll stop at nothing to prove it. He's cunning, wickedly handsome and dangerous, pure and simple.
What he doesn't understand, is that the woman he just brought into his home is all of that and more - hidden behind a nerdy exterior.
He'll learn...and so will she.
***** I do not own any of the pictures in my story. My work is the work of fiction and is not related to real life, events, or places. ***** This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes.
Please give it a read and let me know what you think. I love feedback!