The Mobster. [Mafia Rom-Com]

The Clash.

She slowly raised her head and my jaw dropped on the floor. She was a fücking Goddess. Her large grey mesmerizing eyes. Anger dancing in them.

Damnit.

I could stare at her all day. No, for the rest of my life. Her thick, dark brown hair was roughly tossed aside. Her curved nose gives her a school girl look that makes me want to smile when she talks. Her lips were tinted a gorgeous dark wine red. I raked my eyes over her body. Completely checking her out. Her long tan legs. Curves in all the right places.

Bringing my eyes back to her face I smirked. She was checking me out too. After two minutes of checking out each other Lorenzo cleared his throat, clearly enjoying the scene.

I offered my hand, "Kai Parker." I gave my sexiest smile which made women weak in their knees. She looked dumbstruck. Like she just saw a ghost. I waved my hand in front of her face.

"Hello, Gorgeous?!" She slowly regained herself and rushed past me

What the F? Did she just walk out on me? My blood boiled at this insult. I roughly grabbed her from her waist and forced her into the private room, disregarding her objections.

"What are you— Help! This monster is kidnappin—" I covered her mouth, muffling her words, and slammed her back harshly on the door. Pressing my body against her I could feel all her curves against my body. I could smell her heavenly scent. I looked straight in her eye. She was scared and... angry?

When she finally stopped struggling under my grip I stepped back. She was staring deeply at me, trying to figure out something.

"Do you always daze off when you see an irresistible, tantalizing handsome man?"

"You bastard." Her voice was low. A tear escaped her moist eye.

"Excuse me?"

"You! You murdered my parents!" She seethed through her teeth.

Wait. Who is she? A freaking gorgeous Goddess. I ignored my subconscious. Who were her parents? Ok, I killed thousands of people and never kept a record- before I could think anything else I was pushed back with hard force. I stumbled back but luckily didn't fall on my butt. I looked at her slightly amused. Totally not expecting such power in an average teenage girl.

"Impressive."

"I am going to f*****g kill you, you cold heartless bastard!" She screamed her fist molding into a tiny fist.

"Listen, Miss," I pointed out a finger at her. "As much as I am impressed with your courage to stand up to me, I suggest you better watch your mouth."

She wasn't affected by my threat a bit. Her eyes searched around for a weapon. She finally fixed her gaze on a cheap whiskey bottle. She grabbed it and took slow cautious steps towards me. I tried to control my self but I couldn't. I burst out laughing. Did she really think I'll die with just one knock of a cheap whiskey bottle? Bolting towards me she smashed the bottle on my head.

I. didn't. even. budge.

Not even slightly. Her eyes widen in shock and fear when she saw her wild attempt didn't affect me a bit.

C A M I

After the makeout session with Brandon, my girls forced me to the dance floor and we danced our asses off. Feeling my dry throat I headed towards the bar to buy a drink. Suddenly my head bumped into a hard solid w*****d wall.

Really Camille? Why would there be a wall in the middle of the bar?

Rubbing my head I cursed loudly. Raising my eyes to see the bastard who has a stone in the place of his chest. I was dumbstruck. Standing in front of me was a Greek God. In all black, he looked super hot. Like panty-dropping super hot.

His hair was the same color as mine, just mussed up. How would I love to run my hands through them. He had full red lips. Looks so kissable. Strong jaw. His bold muscles were visible through his fitted shirt. His broad shoulders were giving him a manly appearance.

His aura screamed power, s*x, and money. Someone cleared his throat and my eyes snapped back to his eyes. His eyes were a dark color of green, dark with interest.

My face heated up when I realized we both were drooling over each other.

He thrust his hand towards me waiting for me to shake his hand. "Kai Parker." He had a thick accent which was definitely a major turn on.

Then it hit me. Kai Parker! My mind went blank. Is he the same Kai? If he is how I am going to kill such a Greek God? Shut up Cami. Focus. A mafia is standing in front of you. He killed your parents. He is capable of killing you. Just act normal.

I tried walking past him but two solid arms grabbed my waist tightly. He forced me into the private room and slammed my back on the closed door. Son of a motherfucker! He pressed his body against me. I could feel his member against my thighs. He looked in my eyes and I let him see that I was angry but scared. I stared at him. No words came out of my mouth. It seemed like he had spelled me with his devilish looks.

"Do you always daze off when you see an irresistible, tantalizing handsome man?" Such an arrogant bastard, I thought to myself.

"You bastard." Finally, words came out of my mouth. My voice was barely audible.

"Excuse me?"

"You! You killed my parents." His face was expressionless. His eyes were on me but his mind was elsewhere. I pushed him away from me creating a distance between us. He was clearly not expecting the attack. His brow raised and a sly smile appeared on his face.

"Impressive."

Anger cooked inside me and I exploded. "I am going to f*****g kill you, you cold heartless bastard!" I looked around the room. Searching for a knife or gun.

Yes Camille, after all a club is full of killing stuff?

I ignored my sarcastic subconscious. The room was just f*****g filled with endless bottles of drinks. I grabbed the bottle and smashed it over his head with all my strength. My eyes widened when he stood there like nothing happened. Blood seeped from the side of his forehead. He gently fished out a handkerchief and dabbed it across his face.

Throwing the cloth away he crept towards me like a hunter moving towards his prey. He moved around me in circles eyeing my body from every angle possible. It felt like he was slowly undressing me with his eyes.

He finally stopped behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, sending tickles down my spine. He slowly trailed his fingers on my bare back. My whole body froze. Goosebumps appeared all over my body.

"Was your dad a boxer? Because damn you are a knockout!" His hot breath fanned on my ear.

I wanted to roll my eyes at his poor flirting skills but I was feeling dizzy from his touch. The bastard knew what effect he had on me. With a soft, wet lingering kiss at the most sensitive area of my neck, he left.

K A I

Rushing out of the room I shook my head. Get a grip on yourself Kai. Even after being insulted, and attacked by a whiskey bottle I was attracted to her. I couldn't stop my hands from feeling her skin. There was something unique about this girl. There was something in her eyes that pulled me towards her.

There was darkness.

I walked to the bar and sat on the stool beside Lorenzo. He was looking at me with a huge taunting smile and amusement in his eyes.

"So-"

"Don't." I gave him a glare that said 'not now'. He raised his hands up in defense. I ordered shots for both of us.

"I saw him. You'll get everything on your table, tomorrow brother."

"Make sure to send him my greetings." He nodded.

"And run a background check on her." I eyed back to the private room. "And get me everything you get your hands on."

He nodded his head and tried to hide the bloody smile daring to appear on his evil face.

"Okay loverboy," He winked at me and walked away quickly before I could break his f*****g nose.

Gulping down the rest of the shots, I started to feel dizzy. I felt a soft hand on my upper thigh. I looked up to see a girl with s**t loads of makeup on her face. She looked me in the eyes with lust. I know what she wanted.

Making our way through the filthy crowd we entered a room. I locked it behind me. She started stripping out of her clothes and we began the show.