Tattoos on My Skin; An Alpha Mafia King Romance Book

Pleading

"Do you think I wanted to see you the way I did? Nobody wants to put their self in that situation! Especially when someone like you is involved" I seethe at him. Forget proposition, I was angry

Dom Armani looks intimidating as hell but I would think about that later. He cast a glance at the shocked receptionist sitting behind the counter at her desk

"Cancel my eight I clock and book her there" he says to her then turns to me

"I will see you tomorrow about that proposition you have for me" he says and resumes his fast pace and walks past me as I stand there shocked

"Oh and young lady? It wouldn't be good if you wore red on those lips tomorrow" he says casually and resumes his pace and leaves the building

I watch him and his guards get into a car and peel away and I am in shock the entire time. What in the hell just happened?

Young lady? Young lady?! I keep thinking of that phrase over and over again as I make my way home. I know I should be relieved that I met the Dom Armani and survived but instead I am pissed. Who the hell is he to call me young lady? I mean how much older than me is he? I whip out my phone and quickly search his age

Dom Armani: age 40 years old

Height: 6'3

The phone literally drops down from my hand to the sidewalk where I am standing.

Oh my God. Oh my God! Dom Armani was twice my age! Of course he would call me a child. I can't believe I never knew his age. I grew up hearing about him since I was a child and I just always thought he was in his early thirties or mid at most but fourties!

I pick up my phone, dust it off and rush to where I would get a bus to go back home. I hadn't driven my car when I had come earlier but I would definitely bring my car with me tomorrow. It wasn't long before I was in a bus heading home, the entire time my head spinning with anger and plans of all that could happen the next day.

Later that night...

The attack came in the middle of the night while I slept

In the oppressive stillness of the night, the intruder's footsteps echoed like ominous whispers through the corridors of my subconscious.

I was immediately irritated because I thought Ana was coming to wake me up for something. I was dead tired from waiting all day and I needed all the sleep I could get to face Dom tomorrow. I mean what was it that couldn't wait till tomorrow that she had to wake me up now.

Maybe it was because there was a time I lived that life. The life of gambling of someone's life. Of life and death and blood and gore, maybe it was because I grew up in that world but I immediately knew that it wasn't Ana that was in my bedroom with me but an intruder

I stilled on my bed and my ears and eyes strained to see him. Blood was rushing everywhere and I knew my breathing was now loud and ragged.

His silhouette, a grotesque distortion against the moonlit curtains, approached with sinister intent. Each creak of the floorboards sent shivers down my spine, my senses heightened in a futile attempt to grasp the impending danger.

With a sudden jolt, my eyes snapped open to the chilling reality of his presence, a ghastly specter haunting the realm of my nightmares.

A primal scream clawed its way up my throat, but before it could escape, a hand, rough and unyielding, clamped down, smothering my cries in a suffocating embrace. Panic seized my heart as I thrashed against the bonds of terror, the darkness consuming me, swallowing my pleas for mercy into the void.

I thrashed on my bed and could hardly see. All I know was that I was going to die. I was going to die. The intruder pressed me down on the bed and pressed my hands against my side with his knees digging into my ribs and bruising me.

Soon enough the hand suffocating me lifted off my face and I took in handfuls of air and was able to see fit a second. The very familiar tattoo was in his neck and it dawned on me what was happening here.

Before I could beg for my life my pillow was shoved in my face and pressed down...this time around his knees were digging into my chest and pressing. I could neither scream nor gather the strength to fight back and the need for breath failed me. The claws in my hand lengthened as I tried changing into wolf form to attack back but there was a scent in the air that made me weak... almost as if he was using something to keep me weak.

I thrashed and panicked but no air would give and slowly my limbs falled limp to the side and my lungs stopped burning in pain. I don't know what that realm was, where I know I wasn't breathing and my chest has stopped but I knew I wasn't dead. I knew it

The pressure on my face and chest lifted and even then my body didn't respond and pull in breath. I couldn't see and all body function has stoped but my mind...my mind would never forget that night.

I heard a phone ring and a voice far away...gruff and low as it spoke

"....dead. the money should be sent to..."

"Yes......"

"Leave the body here....throw it in the river....."

The one sided conversation filtered into my subconscious and I grasped it with both hands. It was awhile before the intruder left the room and even then I lay there....not breathing nor moving. I just...was

I pull in a heap of breath as I sit up and see that it is morning. I kept pulling in heaps of air and filling my lungs, the air cool and wet against my dry lungs. My ribs hurt like a mother and it felt bruised touching it and taking deep breathes. I wanted to go to the bathroom to see but I couldn't. I know that I wanted to believe what happened last night as a dream but I also know that I couldn't...I couldn't do that because it had been very real.

Someone had come in through the window to kill me last night. And not only had I see the person and known exactly who had sent them...I was alive as well

How my body was able to go into survival mode and keep me alive I didn't know. All that was important was that I was safe...and now I know more than ever that I needed to see Dom Armani. He was the only one I could think of to go against the Romanos.

I was at the office building at 8'oclock that day. I was tense and hadn't had a sip of coffee and I hadn't taken even a shower as I left in a hurry to get here in time. My life was in danger except if I could get Dom to help me. I needed him. The same receptionist led me to the elevator and soon I was on my way up to the penthouse.

The last thing on my mind was anger or pride because more than that I wanted to stay alive. But as the elevator went up it dawned on me. Why would Dom help me? Yes maybe I wanted to to use what I had seen him do as a leverage but now ..now I needed his help and I needed to hold that card close. I would ask for his protection in exchange for my lips remaining sealed. I knew that he could easily kill me and keep me quiet forever but I needed confidence more than ever. I could not show any weakness, not in front of Dom Armani

I had once been an omega princess in this exact playing field and I knew exactly what I needed to do and say to impersonate that person I wanted to be. I could do this

By the time the elevator opened my wild hair had been thoroughly finger detangle and pulled into a reasonable pony tail. I was dressed casually in jeans and a shirt and sneakers...my eyes and face looked clean and free of dirt and that would have to do.

Another receptionist was waiting for me as the elevator opened and she immediately led me past several conference rooms and offices and atoppes in front of a huge oak door

"The alpha is expecting you. Head in" the male says and goes back to his seat.

I look at those doors and a part of me knows...knows that things would never be the same again if I opened those doors. I pulled in a deep breath , winced from the pain that caused and opened the door.

Dom's POV

The bane of my existence walks in and I grit my teeth. I was looking forward to punishing her if I saw red lipstick on her but I can see there in none even. A closer look shows me she is very.... frazzled.

Something was not right. Everything about this was not right. I wanted to drag her from this office to my home and lock her up, I wanted to take out my gun and put a bullet in her head. I wanted to bed her over this desk and bury my c**k in her....I was hard and irritated at the same time. No one, no one in the past six years have invited such intense feelings inside my chest. This tiny little vixen was doing all of that and I hated it

"Have a sit" I say to her when she keeps standing.

She nods and walk and I watch her wince as she sits...did she hurt her foot or something? The little witch was probably trying to get on my soft side since I agreed to meet up with her but I knew exactly who she was. I knew her type and she was going down depending on what she said today.

"Um..." She mumbles as she stared at my table as if it was the most fascinating thing ever

"You said you have a proposition for me. What is it?" I ask her. I don't like my time wasted and I can see she wants to do that.

"I need your help" she says and looks at me with earnest eyes

"My help? That didn't seem like what you wanted when you came here yesterday" I note

"Something have changed since yesterday...." She says softly and I see a sad and terrified look in her eyes. I know she is trying to mess with me, she thinks I don't know who she is and wants to play a game. She would solely regret trying to trick a man like me.

"What is it? I cancelled an important meeting for this" I snap. I am an impatient man and I hate time wastage

"Someone sent an assassin after me. I was attacked last night in sleep and I was barely able to stay alive. I am scared they would find out that I am still alive and come back to finish the job" she says hurriedly "I swear that I will keep what I saw to myself. I just want you to protect me" she adds

I am an Alpha of many dark things and I have done the most horrid in my life. So I know, I know that the fear in her voice and in her eyes are real. But I still don't give a f**k.