Our Love

CHAPTER 11

HAYDEN'S POV

I wasn't used to cigarettes and as such didn't smoke. I only smoked rarely when it was needed.

Right now, that's what I needed. Pulling out a packet of mint cigarettes, I took a drag and immediately felt the tension in my body loosen up and my nerves calmed.

"Drive to the office", I told Jake. Even a mafia needs a legal front; business waited even if other things demanded attention.

We arrived in minute. I stepped out of the car to attend to a stack of matters before the execution scheduled for 3 pm.

I had just loosened my tie and walked into my office when I was met with an unforgivable sight. My female Secretary- Sheila who'd always had always smiled too long and has crush on me was sprawled over my sofa, showing of her fair thighs.

The sight alone repulsed me and something darker tightened my chest- I wished to snap her head. Walking forward, she didn't make a move to escape but rather spread her legs wider.

"Get up", I ordered, my voice low. But she was getting bolder. She rose, her heels clicking against the marbled floor as she roamed her hands over my body.

I kept my hands by sides.I don't hit women and she wasn't gonna make me change that.

I asked her politely one last time using every ounce of will power in me.

She began,"Hayden I can die for you." I pulled out Medusa - my little piece- from its holster and planted the muzzle on her forehead. Immediately, her posture sagged and I commanded one last time.

" Get out", and she bolted without another word.

I returned to my desk, lit another cigarette, and tried to focus on the paperwork. My knuckles still throbbed from the earlier night, and the day ahead was getting heavier by the minute.