Mafia Lovers

Magneticism

I sat back in Joe’s private section, listening to his endless drunk jokes as I got lost in my head.

I watched the green-eyed beauty disappear out of the back door of the club. Minutes later and those two predators who were inevitably called men, slipped out the same door.

My fists were balled in my lap as I restrained myself from going to protect her. She didn’t want my help or my protection, but I couldn’t help but want to give it anyways.

My men noticed a change in me and were giving me weary glances, but I ignored them.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her—how her big green eyes were so entrancing. How her soft skin felt beneath my lips, or how her curves were so sexy and the way her pierced n*****s begged to be pinched through her thin tank top.

She plagued my thoughts and there was no way I could get her out of my head.

“f**k!” I cursed as I shot to my feet, knowing I needed to go and find her.

Every part of me begged me to go and find her—it was like her very essence seeped into my pores, becoming one with me.

It was crazy, but that's how it felt.

I didn’t know the damn woman, but she had made me feel things that I’ve never felt in my life.

I couldn’t just ignore it.

“Kenzo, where are you going?” Joe questioned with furrowed brows.

Joe Barrington—he was one of the wealthiest men in New York, but not the only one. He was a successful businessman on wall street, but worked with the mafia behind closed doors.

The man loved money—legal money and illegal money.

He didn’t discriminate.

Many may have respected him, but I despised him. He used his power and connections to ruin people. I wasn’t the one to pay people to be killed, I actually killed people with my own hands.

Joe was a p***y—a weak and pathetic man who hid behind his money.

He wasn’t worth my time.

“I’m leaving, Joe.” I spat—venom lacing my voice.

“You must not want to cut a deal.” Joe’s oversized belly shook as an amused cackle escaped his lips, making me disgusted.

“f**k your deals.” I spat, “You think I need you?”

I approached him and stood over his overweight frame. The young women sitting on his lap looked scared as I stood above them with a look of pure evil.

“I don’t f*****g need you or your f*****g deals.” I promised, “If anything, you need me Joe.”

A sinister smirk crossed my lips as I watched the fear in his eyes. His body recoiled, trying to get away from me, but I wasn’t planning on killing him.

Not tonight at least.

I looked towards my men, “Let’s go.”

I left the private section, heading towards the back door of the club. My only priority was making it to that green-eyed beauty.

My green-eyed beauty.

My legs moved faster than I anticipated. I was pushing the back door open before I came up with a plan in my mind—but at this point, I didn’t give a f**k.

What I found was not what I was expecting.

The man who slipped the pill into her drink was lying dead on the street with a gaping wound to his throat—his crimson blood continued to pour out of him like an endless river.

My green-eyed beauty stood across the alleyway with a switchblade in her hand—the switchblade had blood dripping from its blade, letting me know how that man died.

Her alluring green eyes were staring at the other predator who stood across the alleyway. He looked at her like she was crazy—the fear in his eyes proved that he was in over his head.

He just found out too late.

I honestly didn’t know what to think. I wasn’t expecting this when I walked out of this door, but I couldn’t help but feel proud.

Who knew she had it in her?

She sure as hell surprised me—maybe there was more to her than met the eye.

“Call the cops! She’s f*****g crazy!” The last predator yelled out.

I just watched on, internally amused at his request.

The cops?

Wasn’t he just trying to take advantage of her and rape her with the other man?

“You want to call the cops?” My green-eyed beauty chuckled in amusement, “Weren’t you just trying to take advantage of me?”

The man looked between the both of us while he uncomfortably shifted on his feet. His eyes flashed with more fear—the kind of fear that made him want to run.

“Don’t you dare run.” She warned, “You're mine and I plan on killing you tonight!”

My c**k throbbed in pleasure at her words.

The way she confidently yelled out to him, promising him that she was gonna kill him was so f*****g amazing.

She made dangerous look so f*****g sexy.

The man took off running, pissing her off even more.

“Pathetic.” She sneered before she raised her hand and precisely threw the switchblade from across the alleyway, sending it straight into the back of his head.

“I thought they would put up more of a fight.” She muttered out as the man hit the ground with a loud thud.

Her switchblade was embedded in the back of his head—there was no way he survived that.

My eyes found her again, impressed with the way she could handle a blade. She wasn’t just a regular chick—she was special. Her knife skills weren’t normal—she had some kind of training.

Her eyes fluttered back over to me, watching my reaction.

I’m not sure what she thought I was gonna do. I wasn’t gonna ruin her fun or get her in trouble. If anything, I was gonna help her—she probably needed someone to clean up these bodies.

Before I could say anything, she walked over to the man and grabbed her blade out of his skull. I watched her wipe his blood on her pants before safely putting the blade away in her pocket.

I watched her take a deep breath before a look of irritation was expressed on her beautiful face.

Was she disappointed?

Why?

She turned around and met my gaze.

She looked so beautiful—ethereal with the light of the full moon shining down on her. It made it better with the splatter of blood all over her, making her look dangerously sexy.

Fuck.

Who was this woman?

Her whole demeanor and energy told me this was planned. She knew how to handle herself, as if she was looking for them to drug her so she could kill them.

It was like she wanted to kill them—to spill their blood.

Like she needed too.

“You knew he put something in your drink, didn’t you?” My mouth was moving before I could stop myself from asking.

She nodded her head, opting out to speak.

I knew it.

She was like me—vicious, dark and had the need to spill blood.

“So you let him drug you so you could kill them?” I asked, needing to hear her answer.

I couldn’t help the pleased smirk that curved onto my lips.

My soul was in a state of euphoria as it peered through me, finally finding somebody like me—a gorgeous woman at that.

“Precisely.” She rasped out, as she swayed on my feet.

I watched as she leaned against the brick wall, using it for stability.

She may have been like me, but she lacked the intelligence to know not to sacrifice her mental capacity in a situation like this.

What if the drug kicked in before she could kill them?

She would have been f****d in more ways than one.

“Seems like your plan wasn’t fool proof.” I retorted.

In her delirious state, she snapped her eyes open and glared at me. It was like a beast awoken inside of her, not liking the disrespect I was showing her. I couldn’t help but smirk even more, finding her anger so sexy.

I watched as she stood up straight and threw her shoulders back before stumbling over to me.

My body came alive from her close proximity. I relished in her presence, wanting to take it further and be inside of her. I wanted to feel what it would be like to be inside of her, stretching her walls to capacity and having her body convulsive as I pushed her to new depths.

“I am not a fool.” A deep moan escaped her lips, letting me know the drugs were starting to take effect. “My plan worked out perfectly. They're dead, aren’t they?”

She looked over at the dead bodies for better measure.

“But you forgot about one thing.” I whispered since she was close, “Seems like the drug is affecting you more than you thought. How pathetic of you to make that mistake.”

I knew I was poking her beast, but I didn’t care. If anything, I wanted to see what she would do or say.

I looked forward to it.

“Pathetic.” She stammered, looking downright offended. “How dare you call me pathetic!”

She shoved me before I could see it coming, but it didn’t have much strength behind it. She pressed her body against me before shoving me against the brick wall.

I didn’t resist, I just let her.

If anything, I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her body to be pressed against mine.

I looked down at her, admiring how gorgeous she looked.

Her cheeks were flushed and her shoulder-length curly hair was messy, framing her perfect face in a new light. Her lips were pouty and a beautiful rose color—begging me to taste them.

Before I could admire her some more, she opened her mouth and muttered things I didn’t expect—but enjoyed.

“How about you shut your mouth and use it for something more important.”

My smirk deepened, knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She was thinking ways of taking me just like I was of her.

We were perfect for each other.

Maybe she could sense that too.

“And how should I use my mouth, little one?” I mocked as her breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hardened n*****s, knowing she was hot and horny.

She reached up and grazed her finger across my lips, slightly surprising me.

Her confidence was so sexy.

“These lips would look so much better while they’re in between my legs with your tongue licking my p***y and devouring me.” She breathed out, making me chuckle.

“Bold.” I whispered, knowing she was a little firecracker.

She was my little firecracker.

My body coursed with desire as I continued to look down at her. My mind envisioned all of the ways I could have her positioned in my bed.

I envisioned the way her thick thighs would be spread for me as I pounded into her—I welcomed the thoughts.

She leaned her unstable body into me more. She moved her body up and down, brushing her breasts against my chest, illciting sexy moans from her alluring lips.

I watched the hair on her arms stand up as goosebumps coated her flesh. She found pleasure in her movements, bringing a whole other sensation to her. Her moans grew louder and more drawn out as her body shuddered with pleasure.

Fuck—she was so sexy.

I was turned on, but also amused. I knew she was confident, but this was something else. She took what she wanted, and right now, she wanted me—she wanted an orgasm, something I could happily give her.

I just needed her permission.

“Using me as your own personal plaything?” I c****d a brow and looked down at her, waiting for her response.

”Touch me.” She moaned, “Shut up and f*****g touch me.”

There it was—her permission.

I grabbed her hips, squeezing them roughly and sending her body further into mine. I felt the way her stance softened as her body molded into me.

My c**k painfully throbbed in my pants as she brushed up against him. She let out a string of curses, making it harder to keep some kind of restraint in this moment, right here in this alleyway.

If I lost my restraint, I would rip off her clothes and take her right here.

She had no idea what I’d do to her—my appetite was insatiable. I was rough and never took it easy in the bedroom. When I f****d, I f****d with all of me, like a beast consuming it’s prey—showing no mercy.

She may have wanted me now, but it was the drugs talking.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against her sharp jaw. Her soft skin beneath my lips made my c**k pulsate with an irresistible need to be inside of her.

“You could never handle me, little one. My appetite is insatiable.” I whispered, trying to hold onto the little amount of restraint I had left.

A breathless moan escaped her lips before she fell limp into my arms. I watched as her eyes fluttered closed while a small moan escaped her lips one last time.

My heart raced with worry as I reached my hand out to read her pulse. It beat slowly, letting me know she was okay. A small smile made its way onto my lips before a chuckle escaped me.

Of course she passed out—just my luck.

My men exited out of the back door and witnessed the scene in front of them. Their gazes were filled with curiosity as they looked at the woman who was unconscious in my arms.

The dead bodies didn’t even make them curios, just the woman.

I couldn’t blame them, considering I tended to stay away from women. I seemed to attract the crazy ones—the ones who wanted to trap me for life so they had wealth and power that they could never achieve without me.

It was exhausting.

“Call the cleanup crew and have them clean up this mess.” I ordered out to my men, “We’re going back to the penthouse.”

I walked towards the end of the alleyway, heading towards our cars.

I looked down at the sleeping beauty in my arms. She had no idea what she got herself into, but it just made things ten times better.

She was mine now and there was nothing she or anybody else could do to change that.

I just needed her to wake up so I could get to know her.

I’m sure I’ll like everything about her.

Hell, I already do.