Forbidden Desires: A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL

Chapter 5

Mickey groans and rolls over but finds the other side of the bed cold.... And empty.

"What the hell?" He murmurs to himself and looks around. "I couldn't have been dreaming, could I?" He pulls the sheet off him and finds himself completely naked. "Nope, definitely not dreaming."

Where was she?

He gets up and walks to the bathroom but finds it empty. While looking into the bathroom stall, the realization hits him with a full force. She left, she fücking left, without a goodbye or a thank you or even a f**k you.

He groans and runs his palm down his face but then stiffens.

"f**k!! f**k! f**k! f**k!"

Barely a day in this place and his face has already been seen. He had been careless. How could he possibly expect to successfully run a Mafia organization if he makes silly mistakes like this.

She couldn't have seen him? Could she? It was dark, they were too engrossed in making out that he hadn't bothered turning on the lights. But how sure is he that she hadn't seen his face? This could ruin everything, he'd have to leave, start over again. It isn't too late, though, he hasn't made a claim to the underworld just yet. Leaving won't disrupt anything. But the real issue now is that he doesn't want to leave. His mind is already settled on staying in Seattle, leaving so soon was never part of the plan.

He groans and walks back into the room. How stupid is he? Brian would have never made such a mistake because he always wore a mask no matter where he went. Perhaps he should do the same. After all, having a mysterious persona made people wary, that could give him an advantage.

He looks at the bed and his lips curls up into a smirk. He might have been careless, but he sure as hell didn't regret it. He sniffs the air, he can still slightly smell her, feels like the entire room was coated in her smell for it to still linger long after she had left. From how cold the other side of the bed was when he turned over, she had definitely been gone long time, probably immediately after he fell asleep.

The realization makes him wrinkle his nose in annoyance. He feels used but her leaving early probably prevented her from actually seeing his face, which he truly hopes is the case.

She also smelt like peaches. He isn't exactly sure if it's her shampoo, or her body lotion but she smelt like peaches and that was what brought about his nickname for her.

It was a one night stand they had but deep down, he really hopes he gets to see her again. She intrigued in many ways no woman had ever had, he couldn't and will not let such a woman slip through his fingers. He needs to see her again but isn't sure where exactly to start from. He knows nothing about her, not even her name except that she has red hair and hazel colored eyes.

The fact that he's a Mafia guy makes him extremely observant of people and his surroundings because who knows who might be out to get you, you always have to be at alert. It's a dangerous business because your life is always on the line, but once you know your way around and have proved to everyone in the underworld that you're not someone to be trifled with, life becomes a little bit easier.

She was about 5'7 but still small compared to his 6'4 frame. She had blazing red hair which is the very first thing anyone would notice about her. Mickey can count on one hand the number of red haired people he had met so seeing one, talking to one and then fücking one definitely wasn't something he had expected but he did enjoy it.

She looked to be in her early twenties and that was all he could really say about her before they were all over each other.

He is going to find her, one way or the other. Her being red haired makes finding her all the more easier because of course, there could not be that many red haired women in Seattle. Red haired people are quite rare.

He bites his lip as the thought of having her in his bed again clouds his mind. He wants her, gosh he wants her so bad it was crazy. She is a complete stranger who was crazy enough to beg him, a complete stranger to her, to f**k her, just so she could forget her ex and yet, he is already thinking of having her in his bed again. He is deeply and truly f****d. For his own sake, he hopes he doesn't find her.

He looks at the time on the bedside clock and groans. He has a lot of things to do, Mafia organizations to take over and criminals to partner up with, finding the mysterious woman will have to wait a little longer.

He heads to the bathroom to take a cold bath.

XXXX

Ziana tries to sneak back into the house without waking Leah up, tiptoeing up the stairs with her heels in hand. Walking a little bit before boarding a taxi has cleared her mind a little. She still can't believe she begged a stranger to sleep with her. That was so stupid and desperate of her and this is all because that bastard broke up with her.

She can't regret what she did though, because the deed had already been done and of course, she'll be lying to herself if she said she didn't enjoy every minute of it. That man had touched her in ways Silas had never touched her. Every kiss, every trail of his fingers were Heavenly and to top it all up, he was way bigger than Silas and filled her in ways Silas never had and never could. Gosh, he was amazing and deep deep down, somewhere in a forbidden part of her emotions, she wanted him again, she wanted him to fill her up, f**k her brains out and make her forget even her own name.

What she would give to see him again but she definitely can't risk that. She will be leaving for the military camp the next day and cannot afford to start something with someone after just getting out of a relationship, moreover, she doesn't have a fücking clue who the hell he is and as curious as she is, she isn't going to give in to the curiosity.

It was a one night stand and it's going to stay that way.

"Ziana?"

"f**k!" She hisses under her breath and turns around. She hadn't expected Leah to be asleep in the sitting room on the couch. So much for stealth.

"I hope I didn't wake you, Leah."

"No, it's fine. I didn't really sleep that deep. I was worried about you when you didn't come home last night. What happened?"

"Urmm....."

Before she can have a chance to respond, Leah turns on the light and gasps at the sight of Ziana. "Did you have a fight with a mad man? Why do you look so disheveled? What happened? Were you attacked? Should I call the police?"

"Calm down, Leah, I'm fine."

Leah arches a brow not believing her one bit. "I swear I'm fine and no, I didn't have a fight with a mad man." Ziana pauses then sighs. "I fúcked one."

"You fúcked a mad man?!" Leah screeches which makes Ziana wince.

"Of course not! At least, not literally. I meant he was mad in bed. Rough, perfect."

"Better than Silas?"

Ziana bites her lip to prevent herself from grinning. "Far, far better."

Leah's eyes widen then they begin to laugh. "Gosh, you have to tell me all about it, leave nothing out."

"Sure but first I need to take a bath. Can you please make me a cup of coffee, I think the migraine is starting to kick in." She groans.

"Sure. I'll make chicken soup too, that should help with the migraine."

"Have I ever told you how much of a darling you are, Leah?"

Leah rolls her eyes, not buying it one bit. "f**k off, Zi."

Ziana giggles as she climbs up the remainder of the stairs.

XXXX

"What do you have for me, Peter?" Mickey asks. They are both seated in a breakfast shop, sipping a cup of coffee and of course, seated away from curious ears. Mickey had called Peter once he had finished getting ready and told him to meet him here.

"I told you not to call me that!" Peter snaps and Mickey groans.

"Fine, whatever, just tell me what you have for me."

"I figured you wouldn't really want to start a Mafia organization from scratch, it's going to take a lot of time and be a huge pain in the ass." Mickey nods, silently agreeing with Peter. "So, I did a little bit of snooping and digging around and found out some things." Peter adds, his eyes glowing with mischief. Peter waits for Mickey to ask what it is he found out but when he doesn't, he continues.

"There's a particular Mafia organization that I found about. This organization has been in existence for years, being passed down from one generation to the other. In fact, this organization has been known to be the fiercest and most brutal organization in Seattle, feared by most Mafia organizations even outside of Seattle. You could even say the organization is or once was at the top of all other organizations."

Now, Peter has Mickey's full attention. "Once was? Why?"

Peter grins, glad he is finally able to get the bored look off Mickey's face.

"Like I said earlier, the organization has been in existence since forever, being passed down from generation to generations and from what I could gather, the organization was always handed over only when the head was too old to continue running it or was killed. Based on statistics, the head always took over when they were in their late or early thirties, late or early forties. The heads were very powerful and difficult to kill, so, they lived really long lives."

"What happened to the organization? If it was the most powerful organization in the underworld of Seattle, why isn't it no longer at the top?"

Peter frowns, he doesn't like being interrupted but Mickey is his boss and there's a limit to how he can talk to him. Mickey might be cool, calm, even playful but he is very dangerous and anyone would be stupid, probably even suicidal to get on his bad side. One can even say Mickey is more dangerous than his former boss, Brian but barely anyone in his former organization realized that, not even Brian himself.

"Unfortunately, the former head was led to a trap and brutally killed, now, the organization is being run or..... Trying to be run by his son who took over far earlier than expected."

"How early?" Mickey asks as he takes a sip of his now cold coffee.

"The boy is fourteen," Peter murmurs with a slight wince and Mickey spits out his coffee.

"FOURTEEN?!" He yells, earning glares from others in the shop.

He takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He totally did not expect the heir to be THAT young.

Peter nods. He had the same reaction when he found out. "The poor boy has no clue how to run his father's organization. The Consigliere is doing his best in advising the boy but it's really not that easy."

"I'm surprised no other organization has tried to take advantage of the situation and take over it," Mickey mutters.

"Oh trust me, they've tried. Countless times even but the organization didn't earn its reputation for no reason. Even with the whole thing, the members have been able to remain unshakeable. It's going to take a while before they break."

"What then is the plan?"

"We take over the organization and you become the head and the boy becomes your underboss."

Mickey frowns. "I don't want to sound like a pessimist or anything, but that's impossible. There's just the two of us and hundreds of them, we don't stand a chance. Also, you did say the members are unshakeable. If the other organizations couldn't succeed, what makes you think we would?"

"That's why I set up a meeting with the boy and you'll be meeting with him in..." Peter checks his watch and slowly nods. "Yup, you'll be meeting with him in about four hours."