The Mafia Alphas all wants me

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

She wondered how long he usually took to style his gorgeous hair, or if he had a special stylist who did it for him.

His white T-shirt and brown puffer coat didn't leave much to the imagination.

Isabella didn't think someone in a vest could be this hot, but he proved her wrong.

He had tattoos on his hands all the way up to his wrists. She doesn't know what the writing says, but she finds the pattern fascinating.

Also, it wasn't the first time she had seen him. She had seen him several times when she was in her office and looked out the window. He would often stand back and watch what was going on.

"What do you think?"

She coughed as he blew smoke in her face and said, "Jesus!"

"Is it against the law to smoke outside?" he asked.

"Don't blow it in my face, because I can't see anything," she glared at him. When his hand touched hers, she jerked back.

"I'm pretty sure I saw you looking at me just now," he growled.

His voice, oh my. Isabella's mind went blank.

She said, "In your dreams." She wanted to wipe off his cocky grin with her hands.

"I know we can do a lot of things in my dream."

"Jesus," she cried out. "Will you help me, or won't you?"

He told her, "You should ask nicely."

She pointed to the cigarette and said, "That's bad for your health." "And it makes me feel like I want to throw up."

"Well, since you said it nicely, I'll put it out now," he said. He threw away the cigarette that was almost to his butt and put out the light with his combat boot. "Besides, I don't help a woman unless she begs me to."

"I didn't beg for your help, you volunteered, and if you want to be cocky about it, you can move," Isabella told him as he reached out to touch the cart.

He asked, "Don't you need my help anymore?"

She stared at him and said, "You said I should beg for it."

She saw that he was trying not to smile and wondered if he was making fun of her.

"But you didn't want to, so I don't see why I shouldn't. You're a damsel in distress, and I help people in that situation."

Isabella tried to lift the heavy groceries from the cart into the loading van. "I'm not a damsel in distress, and you're not a hero, just a jerk. I can do this myself."

She lost her balance and stumbled backward with the loads in her hands, but the stranger in front of her grabbed her before she could fall.

Isabella's heart pounded, and she looked up at him. As she looked at his beautiful brown eyes, she twisted his vest with her hand.

After he helped her stand up straight, he told her, "You shouldn't be able to lift something this heavy."

"It's not a big deal. Since I started working, I've done pretty well."

"Still, you shouldn't be able to do this. It's a man's job."

Isabella gave a nod. Her heart felt better. He was the first person to notice what she was holding. No one had ever asked her how she was doing before.

"I can do it," she started, but he pushed her aside.

He moved the loads into the van with as much ease as if he were holding an empty sack.

He was done in a few seconds, while she might have needed at least an hour.

She smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Don't worry about it," he said with a shrug, and he went on his way.

Isabella yelled, "Wait!" before she could do anything to help herself.

She made a face and shook her head as she moved her leg towards him.

He stopped and raised his eyebrows, which was lucky.

"Do you live around here? I've been seeing you a lot lately." Even she thought that was a strange question.

But her brain sometimes made her think in strange ways.

Marco gave a shrug but didn't say anything. She was very interested, and he was too. He usually didn't spend too much time with Cooan women, but she was different.

He didn't know how, but he almost felt like he could understand her. Also, it was the first time he had talked to her, so he didn't know how to tell her no.

Isabella gave him a hard look and said, "You seem so secretive."

Marco quickly answered, "You don't expect me to tell my life story to a stranger."

Isabella frowned and said, "I didn't say you should." "I was just interested."

He grunted, "Well, stop being so curious." "There are risks."

Why did hot guys have to act so mysterious? She didn't know, but most of the people she had seen were like him.

They never said who they were and only talked about small things.

She hadn't talked to many people, but the ones she had all seemed to act the same.

"Tell me your name!" she yelled after him as he ran away.

Marco took a step towards her, and when he grabbed the pocket of the shirt she was wearing, she jumped.

He looked around and mumbled, "It's Marco."

She said, "Isabella."

Even though he knew her before now and didn't need her to introduce herself, he didn't want her to know he was following her.

People knew he did his job well. The way he talks to her could also get him in trouble.

She did, however, need his help. He felt sorry for women who were in trouble. Regardless of who they were.

"Is that really your name?"

Marco took a deep breath, shrugged again, and said, "Figure that out yourself."

Isabella grumbled and rolled her eyes, "Jesus, why act like his trousers are twisted? It was just a simple question."

She sighed as she saw him get on the scary-looking motorbike and speed away.

Isabella stood up straight when Bianca, her boss, walked towards her.

Bianca said, "I saw you talking to that guy." She looked at Isabella with her dark-brown eyes narrowing, and Isabella twisted her fingers while looking down.

"He was just helping me out," Isabella said in a low voice.

She knew it was against the rules to talk to people while working unless it was for work.

She added with a sigh, "It won't happen again."

"I'm not going to take money out of your pay," Bianca said.

Isabella asked with wide eyes, "You're not?" It was her first time waiting outside, and it was also the first time her boss told her firmly that he didn't want to take money out of her pay.

It was strange because it had never happened before. She took a look at the thin middle-aged woman in front of her.

"Like a mother, I'm here to help you."

Isabella let out a sigh of relief and then looked at her and asked, "On?"

"Cooan is a dangerous place, so be careful who you hang out with. Haven't you heard about all the crime going on lately?"

Isabella gave a nod. The most recent one was about young girls who went missing for no clear reason.

Even though she wasn't a teenager, the description could fit her. She was 5 feet 6 inches tall and had a slim body.

She liked her body, but she thought that because she was short, people might think she was a teenager.

Still, she didn't see how what was going on had anything to do with Marco.

"I know you might not understand this, so stay away from him and be careful."

She nodded and said, "I'll be."

Bianca tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Now, get to work." "I might not let this go the next time."

Isabella mumbled, "You won't," and as she turned to face Bianca, she gave her a big smile.

"What did you say?"

"I said nothing," Isabella replied.

Bianca nodded and walked towards the big building.

Isabella thought about Marco as soon as she left. She glared at the place where she had met him and sighed, "God, I wanted to know more about him."

She pouted and tapped the box while waiting for Bianca and keeping an eye out for her.

She rolled her eyes when she didn't see him again and went on with her work until she got off work.