The Mafia Boss Next Door

You Should Stay Away

Clara ~

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again that moment the man on his knees begging... the gun the way his body dropped to the ground like it meant nothing.

The way he said… you shouldn't be here, not loud, not urgent but it feels wrong like I'd step into something I wasn't supposed to see.

I sat up in my bed, dragging a shaky hand down my face. The room was quiet. Like someone hadn't died just a few hours ago my eyes moved to the door locked.

But somewhere inside of me still wants him, that's the crazy part.

“This is stupid,” I whispered. Maybe it was my imagination that I'm overthinking...

A sharp knock on my door. I froze my fingers curled into the sheet.

Who could that be? I whispered silently I knew it could never be Lia, she would've called earlier every instinct in my body screamed at me not to move.

But I was already up then another knock, slower this time deliberate my heart started racing.

Who the hell—

I pushed myself up, grabbing the first thing I could find a loose shirt and pulled it over my body before walking toward the door.

I hesitated then opened it and there he was a f*****g walking goddess.

Adrian Volkov.

Standing right in front of me too close, that's risky for my body. Tool real.

like last night never happened.

My breath caught instantly, his eyes swept over me quickly, controlled by almost meaningless taking in the fact that I just woke up.

I wasn’t fully put together. Not guarded either, my foolish body reacted. Why was my body reacting to this monster?

My whole body was on fire.

Damn it. Not again.

“What “ my voice came out rough. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer immediately, just stood there watching, like he was deciding what to say.

“You were outside again last night.”

Not a question.

A statement.

My stomach tightened.

“I live here,” I replied, folding my arms slightly. “I’m allowed to be outside.”

His jaw shifted, not annoyed, neither impressed, just noted.

“I told you,” he said quietly, “you shouldn’t be there.”

Something about the way he said it this time— colder, sharper not a suggestion, a warning.

I swallowed hard “why?” A pause.. for the first time, there was a crack small almost invisible but I saw something darker sitting behind his eyes. That didn't belong in a normal conversation.

“That’s not your concern.”

My lips parted slightly wrong answers. And yet I didn't step back, didn't close the door instead I leaned slightly against the frame.

“You came all the way here to tell me that?” I said my voice softer now. “Or are you just checking if I listened?”

Silence. Heavy. Dangerous.

And then.. he stepped closer just one step but it was enough to make my breath hitch, enough to make the space between us disappear.

“Gosh you ask too many questions.”

Low. Dominant. My pulse jumped.

“Maybe you don’t give enough answers,” I shot back, even though my voice betrayed me quieter than before.

His gaze dropped to my pointed n*****s briefly, intentionally, not respectful, not innocent, just enough to make my body react.

Heat.

Sharp.

My fingers trembled against the door he noticed of course he did.

“You don’t know when to stop,” he murmured.

My chest rose slowly.

“And you don’t know how to mind your business.”

That did it: something shifted fast, his hand moved not roughly, gentleness wasn't his thing either... he grabbed my waist enough to steal me instantly.

I froze for a second… not pulling away. Not moving at all because this.. this was him the one my body had imagined too many times and now his touch was real.

Firm. Possessive. My fingers twitched at my side, my body leaning into him before my mind could catch up. I should've stepped back but I didn't want to.

His thumb pressed lightly against my pulse like he was feeling it, measuring it.

Fuck. It sped up I knew he felt it.

“Stay away from that side of the compound,” he said, voice lower now. “Especially at night.”

“You’re not my—“

His grip tightened lightly and my thighs pressed against his.

His blue eyes held mine, cold, lethal. One hand curled around my neck, fingers buried in my hair, the other firmly on my waist like I already belonged to him.

Heat pooled low between my thighs, wet and demanding for his c**k my body shouldn't be reacting at this moment. I should be calling the cops but here I am, my desire burning.

His thumb pressed against my lips, parting them slowly he leaned in and I followed without a second thought. The kiss was rough, consuming, stealing every ounce of sense I had left.

Then he stopped, pulling back his grip firm once before he let go, voice low and final.

“I’m not the right man for you.”

“What do you mean? I asked even when I knew how dangerous he was I still feel there's a softer side of him.

“Clara”

My name again different this time not teasing, a warning wrapped in control but my body didn't listen. My desire didn't care and I hated how I didn't pull away.

How I didn’t want to second pass to many just like that he let go, like he'd already taken what he wanted my waist tingled where he held me my body felt... off unsteady. Aware he saw it every shift, reaction and breath.

“Good,” he said quietly. Then he stepped back.

“I don’t repeat myself,” he added.

He walks away like nothing happened like he didn't just..

“What are you then?” I shouted the answers were clear to me but didn't want to believe them.

He paused slowly.

“Someone you shouldn’t get close to if you don’t want to get hurt.”

Then he walked away. I stood there frozen, in my doorway heart racing. Skin burning my mind spinning p***y wet desperate for him.

“This is crazy….”

But even as I whispered it I knew the truth and I wasn't going to stay away even if he tears the world down.