The Mafia Prince And The Assassin

A Chance Encounter

The club was packed. I, of course, found my mark in two seconds. It's always the same. They are rich and surrounded by men. They have a few women around them but their eyes are always wandering. Always looking for something better. I made sure to catch his attention. That's why I dressed the way that I dressed. The minute our eyes met I looked away. You have to play hard to get. You have to get him away from his men. I went over to the bar and made sure there was a seat available in front of me. I waited for him to come over but over my shoulder, an interesting conversation was going on.

"Riccardo, enough," one said angrily.

"No! now leave, Luca," the other hissed.

"You can't drink your problems away Ric,"

"Watch me," his back would tap mine slightly but he didn't bother to say any form of apology. He didn't even bother to look back.

"Hey, gorgeous," well except for when my mark said that. I licked my lips and looked away. "Don't be shy."

"Maybe she just doesn't want a creep like you hitting on her,"

"Starne Fuori," I heard someone say behind me. He told him to stay out of it. I was lucky I knew twelve different languages.

"Whatever," the other one said.

"Mind your business," my mark said. This was getting out of control. I had to kill the fucker in front of me and these two idiots behind me were making that impossible to do.  Funny how the i***t pushing me lightly off my stool only looked at my legs. For all he knew, my face was not that impressive. I could be flat-chested for all he knew.

"Well is anyone going to buy me a drink," I giggled. I had to make a new play since all this testosterone was in the air now.

"Of course, babe," my mark waved over the bartender. "What will you have?"

"Anything sweet," I giggled. My mark winked at me.

"Just like you," I wanted to punch him in the face for touching my nose.

"Wow, really," the guy behind me said.

"Riccardo, enough, let's go," the other one said.

"Yes, please leave," I thought.

"f**k OFF MAN!" my mark was getting irritated. I decided to get some distance from these two fools behind me. I took my drink and chugged it. I got up and started dancing my way to the dance floor. I caressed my hands all over my body. I flipped my hair a few times. I knew my mark took the bait. His smile spread across his face spoke volumes.

"Can I join you," I just laughed and continued dancing. I was pretending to be into this guy in front of me but my eyes just happened to glance over to where I was sitting before. The two other men were still there. The one sitting behind me was looking straight at me. I quickly looked away but I already had all his features memorized. Dark black hair and intense black eyes. His hands were running through his hair. I wanted to look again but I didn't. He was a pretty boy but I knew he had that bad boy demeanor. Especially, the way he was dressed. Expensive suit, an expensive watch, and fancy Italian shoes. His friend was just as impressive but his features were not as lasting. I would need another look. I shook off my thoughts about looking back and focused on my mark. I giggled at everything he said and waited for my moment.

"Can we go somewhere more private," I said softly. He agreed and took me to his car. I didn't want to get too far from my own car so I just took out the small knife I had strapped to my thigh and stabbed him in the throat. I cleaned my knife with his shirt and got out of his car. I didn't even want to wait for his bodyguards. That guy was still in my head. I went back to my car and drove home.

"How did it go," Jax asked me.

"Oh, you weren't spying on me,"

"Nope, I got hungry and came home," he said.

"This isn't your home," I said as I took the pizza slice away from his lips. "Thanks."

"Hey, brat that was mine,"

"Come take it from me," Jax grinned and he took the challenge. He rushed over to me and grabbed me by the waist and put me on the counter.

"Give me back my pizza,"

"Is that all you want," I teased.

"Don't start something you can't finish,"

"Please, you know you can't handle me," Jax was hot. He was the badass you should stay away from and he looked dangerous. He had tattoos all over his body. All the way up to the side of his head. Even on the side of his face and his knuckles. He had slick black hair and a mid fade. He had a low scruffy bread. I think he enjoyed killing people more than most in this field. It wasn't just a job but a hobby, his words exactly.

"Please not on the counter," Michael said as he entered the kitchen.

"Come on, let's tag team her," I slapped Jax and he laughed. "It was a joke."

"We both know it wasn't," I said.

"Okay, it wasn't but he wasn't going to go for it,"

"After I stick it to her, your next," Michael said seriously. I tried to hold in the laughter.

"Not happening," Jax grabbed his slice and went to the couch to watch TV.

"How did it go," I grabbed a new slice of pizza and said fine. I went over to my nook and grabbed a book to read. Michael came over and sat next to me. I leaned into him and let myself drift off to sleep. At first, I thought about the Italian stallion I had a chance encounter with tonight but like always my thoughts drifted into the nightmare that was endless. I woke up and went to go take a bath. I took the chance to think of him again.