Who he truly is.
1253 Words
I stepped out of the bedroom and slowly closed the door behind me. I had never met a man so kind before, and be was willing to keep a stranger in his home...
Sad, Jasmine... you're a sad woman.
I frowned as I clenched the hem of the shirt I am wearing. A shirt that didn't even belong to me but fit like a dress. He also offered me a pair of shorts he never wore since my clothes weren't in the condition to be worn.
Not to mention they smell horrible form the drinks I had last night.
It was only by luck that I didn't puke all over them.
Regardless... I didn't know this man and he was so kind to me. How can a man with the gaze of a beast be so soft on the inside?
"Hey."
I snapped out of my thoughts as a feminine voice called out to me and I looked up, only to set my eyes on the most adorable human being I had ever seen.
She was petite but not too short either beautiful sets of eyes decorated generously with thick black lashes, and every time she blinked, I swear I could feel the breeze.
"H-Hi..." I cleared my throat and tucked my hair behind my ear.
There was something wrong with me, I just could never talk in front of women with the face card of a goddess. I always seem to shortcircuit the second I look into their eyes.
It's not that I find them attractive to date, handsome men and beautiful women just make it hard to talk to.
"Let's go have breakfast." She hummed as she skipped to me like a child and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the door. "How was it?"
"How was what?" I asked as I stared down at her and I could take a wild but serious guess.
She belonged to that man from earlier.
They just... fit well.
"You know." She winked multiple times before pointing with her head to the door behind us.
I immediately feel my face heat up from embarrassment and I tag the hem of the shirt.
"It was fine." I said, though it came out so low and barely audible which wasn't my intent.
It's just that have never shared such details with anyone before.
"Hm, must have been nice if you're blushing like that." She giggles softly before suddenly shoving me to a wall and pinning me against it.
I gasped at the suddenness and glanced down at her, only to pale up in seconds as I notice the same cold and murderous look in her eyes like the two before.
Who were these people...? why did they have such a ... look in their eyes...
"You'd have fun telling Dylan to take care of him." She whispered as she leaned into my ear and began to twirl my hair around her finger. "You're divorced aren't you?"
I tense at the realization that she knew that already about me when I didn't even know her.
"How do you know that?" I asked, gripping my shirt. "We've just met."
"You drunk so much we didn't need to ask you. You screamed about it to the bartender." She shrugged and smirked slightly. "So? are you telling Dylan?"
I raised a brow at him. "I don't understand what that implies. What would Dylan do? It's not like I want to go back to him by force."
"It's not about going back to him." She shrugged. "It's about getting your revenge in the best way possible."
I furrowed my brows, staring at her as I tried to process her words. She looked like she was about to burst into maniacal laughter with how she waited for me to just agree.
But I didn't know what she meant by telling Dylan to take care of him.
What would Dylan do?
"Hey." I snap out of my thoughts as that earlier man's voice comes back and this time, he grabs the girl's ears and pinches them. "Don't listen to her."
He chuckled as he pulled her to him, making her pout her lips in defeat and suddenly wrap her arms around him, humming as she shoved her face into his neck.
It was clear she was smitten by this man.
"But I wouldn't say that's not a bad idea." He grinned sadistically that it sent chills down my spine, the same look in his eyes like that of his girl. "I'm Anthony by the way, this cute thing right here is Sophie."
Sophie waved with an innocent smile, as though she hadn't been giving me that murderous look earlier.
Luckily it wasn't directed to me.
"Dylan is the man you've just tangled in the sheets with, and I doubt you know who he is, do you?" Anthony grinned as I watched his hand travel down Sophie's back and grip her bottom.
"No." I shrugged honestly. All I knew about him was that he was a handsome biker.
"Well–." He grinned and gestured with his finger for me to follow them, and I do, emerging into a well kept modern kitchen with polished wooden floors and a stone wall by the stove area. "– considering you're not already sprinting out the door, I'll tell you. sit."
It felt like a command and I nod as I sat down on the stools next to the island counter. Sophie moved from him and say right next to me, deliberately close that out knees were hitting into each other.
She was doing it on purpose, to make me feel like I didn't have the right to feel free.
Either that or she's just someone who lacked the ability to give people their personal space.
"You do know the people they call... Mafia, right?" Anthony asked as he opened the fridge and pulled out some stuff before coming back to the counter.
"Sort of. They are like hostile people that try to maintain power, right?" I asked as I watched him assemble a sandwich.
"Mhm." Anthony nodded and he finished the first sandwich and handed it to his girlfriend. "His entire bloodline have been in the mafia. He dropped down and tried to live a separate life but old habits die hard. He ended up forming a gang that got so powerful that he's definitely categorized as a Mafia at his point. He controls everything. The police, the politicians."
As Anthony spoke, I could tell he thought so highly of Dylan from the way his eyes lit up as he explained.
I wasn't sure that was something to be so proud of or to admire someone by.
"You don't seem scared." Anthony smirked as his voice came out a little deeper than normal.
"Why... should I be?" I asked. Honestly, the term Mafia didn't really strike me as terrifying, only because I wasn't too familiar with the term.
I knew who the mafia were but not exactly what they do.
"He's killed a lot of people to get to where he is." Anthony grinned and that was the second I realized that I had made a huge mistake.
The crazed and driven look in Anthony's eyes was enough to tell me he was being serious.
He had also killed someone before.
"643 people in total." He chuckled as though he'd just said something delicious. "not all by his hand but his command... he calls it discipline. Clever, huh?"
Yeah... I shouldn't have come here.
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