Mafia Lovers

Green-Eyed Beauty

Kenzo’s POV

Another night handling business when I could be doing something better than this. A club was the last place I wanted to be, especially Club Minx.

This place was full of creeps and f*****g sluts who were looking for the next big then in the city of New York.

Like they say, New York can make your dreams come true—not.

When I promised my grandfather that I would take more initiative with the family business, I thought it would mean going out and hunting more of our enemies—not sitting down with potential business partners and drinking with them.

This was a total waste of my time, but I couldn’t let my grandfather down now. I already gave him my word, plus I couldn’t let my dear cousin Reiji win.

He’s been eyeing the position of oyabun (boss) for years since he came of age. He really thinks he’s man enough to become the boss of the Japanese mafia—the Yakuza.

He’s f*****g vain and too conceited to see past his weaknesses that will get him killed one day—I just hope to be holding the blade that takes his pathetic life.

One of the men my grandfather wanted me to vet, made a joke, making the others around us laugh. My men and I didn’t find anything funny, considering the man wasn’t funny, just a f*****g drunk.

His private section was filled with business partners that kissed his ass, wanting a shot to play in the big leagues. The man was wealthy, one of the wealthiest men in New York, making him an asset to some and a threat to others.

To me, he was just a pain in the ass—like a fly buzzing around your ear. I was tired of his stupid jokes and cackling.

If taking over the family business was like this, then I wanted nothing to do with it. Reiji could become boss for all I cared—let him deal with this s**t.

I looked out into the crowded club, roaming my eyes for any threats.

I knew my men were looking out for threats, but you could never be too sure, considering I was a man of few friends—I only had enemies.

My eyes caught sight of a pair of green eyes that simply took my breath away.

I wasn’t a man who got close with women. If I did, it was only for a good lay. I was more of a one night stand kind of guy—never sleeping with the same woman more than once. I didn’t fall in love and I sure as hell didn’t play house with anybody either.

Plus, it wasn’t like anybody could handle my stamina our rough passion in the bedroom.

I was married to the mafia and I was okay with that. I had no room for anything else—friends, lovers, children, and family were all off limits in my kind of world.

They were weaknesses—and if you had a weakness to exploit, it would cost you your life. My life was valuable, I didn’t plan on losing it anytime soon.

The green-eyed woman moved through the crowd after downing a couple of shots at the bar.

She had a goddess-like body—sexy curves and perky breasts that bounced with every step she took. Her olive complexion was delectable against her dark and curly hair. The way she moved with so much confidence was sexy and made my c**k perk up in my pants.

This was the first time I’ve ever been so intrigued by a woman before. Even from across the club, I could tell she was different—special.

I watched as she started to dance—she swayed her hips and flung her hair around without a care in the world. Her full and perky breasts bounced in her tiny white tank top while her sexy thighs were squeezed into a pair of black leather pants.

And her ass.

Her ass was tight with the perfect amount of fullness that curved and dipped at the sight of her thick thighs.

“Fuck.” I whispered as I stared, seemingly in a trance at the sight of her.

As I continued to stare, I watched as a man walked up behind her and put his hands on her waist. The sinister smirk on his face told me everything I needed to know about him.

Dangerous.

Scheming.

Couldn’t be trusted.

An unfamiliar feeling creeped up inside of me—raging jealousy and a protectiveness that I haven’t felt in years.

I watched as she turned around and said a few words to make the man back off. He held up his hands in surrender, as if he wasn’t just trying to worm his way into her life like a bloody bed bug.

She walked away, trying to get away from him. My eyes followed her all the way to the bar and watched her down two more shots until that same man approached her.

They exchanged a few words, but it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with him—he just couldn’t take the hint.

I watched as the man pointed behind her before she turned around and looked at another man who waved at her.

Behind her back, the man pulled something out of his pocket before slipping it into her shot glass that sat on the bar counter.

I was already on my feet before my brain could catch up with my movements.

That fucker just slipped a pill inside of her drink—i needed to warn her or kill him for even trying to take advantage of her in the first place.

I’m not the one to get involved in other people’s lives, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing—especially with it being her.

Her very being calls to me, begging me to come closer—to find her through the realms of this world, even if we are strangers.

I pushed my way through the crowded club, not caring about stepping on people’s toes or knocking drinks out of their hands.

They were lucky I didn’t put a bullet in their head or a blade through their throat.

The closer I got to her, the more beautiful she appeared. Her skin glowed underneath the strobe lights of the club, making her seem like a divine goddess.

The man who drugged her drink, walked away before I could get my hands on him. My eyes fluttered back to her and watched her lift the drugged shot glass to her lips, making an uncomfortable feeling course through me.

Fear.

I haven’t felt fear since I was a child, but here I was feeling fear over this unknown woman.

Diabolical.

I rushed over to her and grabbed her shoulder before turning her around to face me.

“Don’t drink that!” I yelled.

I was stunned to feel literal sparks shoot up my arm as my hand lingered on her soft flesh. Her bright green eyes did things to me as she looked up at me, startled to see me in front of her.

The longer I stared at her, the more familiar she became to me.

I knew her—I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

My eyes raked down her sexy frame, noticing the way her pierced n*****s hardened underneath her thin tank top—my c**k throbbed at the sight, begging for me to take her somewhere private and f**k her senseless.

She was gorgeous—perfect honestly.

I’ve never seen a woman of her caliber before, so carefree and confident—even a little wild.

It was so f*****g sexy.

My eyes fluttered back to the shot glass in her hand, bringing me back to the problem at hand.

“Did you hear what I said?” I asked as I stared down at her, “I saw that man slip something inside of your drink.”

Her eyes roamed over me, lingering on my lips.

She wouldn’t say anything. She just stared—like she was in a trance.

“What does the tattoo on your face mean?” Her sexy lips opened as a sweet and sugary voice spoke out to me “Below your right eye.”

I quirked my bow, not expecting her question.

Did she not just here anything I told her?

Was she that drunk already?

“It’s not important.” I replied with a grunt, getting annoyed by her blatant obliviousness.

“Oh come on.” She mused, “Entertain me, what does it mean?”

Her plump lips curved into an amused smirk, making my stomach churn with unfamiliar feelings.

What the f**k was going on with me?

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my s**t together.

“It means no mercy.” I answered, talking about my tattoo.

I watched as her lips parted and her eyes dilated while desire swirled through her green orbs.

I wanted to enjoy the way she looked, but she still had that damn shot glass in her hand.

“Now, give me the shot.” I grabbed for the glass, but she pulled back, not letting me take it.

“Did you listen to anything I just said to you?!” I sneered, finally running out of patience “He put something into your drink! Give it to me now!”

She opened her alluring mouth and laughed.

I pursed my lips and glared at her.

How dare she laugh at me?

Her sharp brows raised before she lifted her hand and downed the shot. My eyes widened further in shock, not understanding what the f**k was wrong with her.

She must be f*****g crazy—or delusional.

“Are you f*****g crazy?!” I yelled out, but she didn’t seem phased because she just smirked with profound smugness. “I f*****g told you that he put something in your drink and you go ahead and drink it anyways!”

Her alluring lips curved, letting me see a peak of her perfect white teeth,

“I don’t believe you.” She mused, pissing me off even more.

I muttered some things in my native language, not being able to hold back my frustration. I looked around the club, seeing my men nearby, just watching and waiting for my orders.

My thoughts went back to the green eyed beauty and how she just drank an unknown substance.

I needed to get her out of here and somewhere safe.

“Let's go, I’m taking you somewhere safe.” I grabbed her upper arm, and pulled her away, not giving her any other choice.

“Don’t touch me.” She warned, “I don’t like men who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”

I stopped walking and faced her again.

My patience was wearing thin and I was so close to kidnapping her and never letting her leave ever again.

“Don’t make me kidnap you, little one.” I rasped out as I leaned towards her face.

Her slender neck was so beautiful and I wanted so bad to kiss and suck on her soft looking flesh. I wanted to leave marks—my marks to let every know that she was taken.

Taken by me.

I watched as her body tensed the closer I moved to her.

She liked me—her body betrayed her words. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

Fuck.

The things I’d do to this green-eyed beauty.

I instantly lost control over my restraint and leaned in to brush my lips against her neck. Her skin was as soft as I imagined it to be, but it was even better than I could imagine.

I watched as her body slightly swayed, letting me know she was affected by my actions.

Before I could say anything else, she released a deep breath before she pulled away from me. She yanked her arm free and twisted her face into something devoid of any emotion.

It was like she was a robot—flipping a switch inside of her and making her human side disappear.

No emotions.

No feelings.

And no pleasantries.

“I said don’t touch me.” She demanded with a force of authority, “I am not your responsibility, so f**k off.”

I furrowed my brows, not expecting her authoritative demand. I slightly found it sexy, but it just pissed me off even more.

Why couldn’t she just let me help her?!

A cold chuckle left my lips, finally wiping my hands clean with this delusional woman.

“Fine, if you want to be gang-raped, go right ahead.” I sneered.

My stomach twisted nauseously after the words left my mouth. I shouldn’t have said that, but she pushed me to it.

I watched her, waiting for her to say something or at least accept my help, but she just gave me a defiant look—it was a look that told me she didn’t care or give a f**k about me or my help.

She just wanted me gone.

If that's what she wanted, then I’d give it to her.

Without a second thought, I turned around and walked off. I pushed myself through the crowd, knocking people to the ground without a care in the world.

I was f*****g angry—more than angry.

She made it seem like I was a f*****g i***t or I was overstepping my boundaries.

I guess that’s what I get for trying to save someone.

Saving people wasn't ever in my job description—if anything, I killed people, not saved them.

But she was different.

Something clawed from inside of me, wanting to scoop her up in my arms and take her away from everybody. I wanted to lock her away in my basement and keep her there where I only got to feast my eyes upon her.

I wanted her to be mine, only mine—through and through.