The Dons Broken Doll

The first mistake Aria Bennett made that day was forgetting her umbrella, the second was deciding to take the short cut behind the old Italian restaurant off carmine street........ The third, undeniable the worst, was witnessing a murder. she didn't scream. she couldn't, her breath caught like a ghost in her throat and a man crumpled to the rain slick pavement, a single, perfect, bullet hole targeted right in the center of his forehead it was such a terrifying scene and she felt irritated, the shooter was calm, collected, no bit of emotion on his face, terrifyingly edged and in a black suit that looked way more expensive than her tuition. He turned his head slightly, just enough for them to lock eyes GOD He was breath taking, handsome, beautiful anything that describes a greek god, he was not only handsome but also sharp, cruel, like a statue chiseled from vengeance. A scar traced the left side of his jaw, and his eyes those captivating and hypnotising icy gray that held no emotion in them which made her legs go weak, both from attraction and an unmistakable knowledge.. SHE GOING TO DIE Two men grabbed her from behind before she could run, someone pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth, the scent was sharp sweet, chemical... Her vision became blurry...As the world faded into into pitch black a deep, calm and accented voice cut through the storm.. "No one kills her..she's mine now" She woke up in silk sheets, she looked around trying to recollet what happened and why she was in a strange room...The bed was soft, too soft, the room was too dark nevertheless it was breathtaking the type U can only imagine or read in novels....she could feel someone staring at her she looked back and her heart nearly fell out of its cage, the handsome but scary man with the grey eyes was sitting across from her, sipping espresso like a villain in a noirfilm, he was too dangerously good looking to be real "you drugged me" she said, her voice rasping. He didn't apologize, he didn't blink, he just tilted his head "And you trespassed into my business, shall we count it evenAria sat up slowly, glaring "I didn't I just took a shortcut.. sorry for interrupting your little..murder party" a sly smile played at the corner of his lips "You're braver than you look" "I'm a journalism student, I've stared down three corrupt professors and two pervy landlords, and you....your just a guy with a gun" he chuckled low almost involuntary "you'll be fun" "I'm not here for your entertainment" "no" he agreed, standing, "You're here because you saw something you shouldn't have...And because I decided not to put a bullet in you" "How generous" "I'm a man of mercy" she rolled her eyes.."Is that before or after coffee?" He steeped closer, and the room seemed to shrink around her. all thoughts went wild, his manly scent was driving her insane and when he stepped even more closer her breath seems to seize..she was sure if he had taken two more steps something might happen "I'm not your saviour" he started with an emotionless face...."I'm not your friend, I'm the reason you're breathing..And I'll be the one who decides how long that continues" Aria's heart thudded hard not just from fear but from something else. something darker. curiosity, defiance, a strange thrill she didn't want to name and that alone sent chills down her spine... Then he turned and left, immediately he left she took deep breaths she don't even know she was holding 'alone again' she muttered to herself "great..I'm kidnapped by a handsome psychopath, with cheek bones sharp enough to do commit war crimes" she sat back on the bed, with her eyes wide open in the dark, and she whispered in the silence.... "what the hell have I gotten my self into?"..... ...