One Night Stand with a Mafia Boss

The stranger at the bar Rain fell heavily in sheets over Manhattan, raindrops on the glass walls of the Skyline Bar. The city lights - beautiful shine on the wet pavement of the street. Sofeey Carter hated such nights like this - cold, wet, everywhere filled with noise and strangers - but something in her wanted her quietness, warm and peaceful life tonight. Maybe it was the big fight with Daniel. Maybe it was the way her boss sent her home away from his side like she was nothing. Or maybe it was her realizing her life, at the age of twenty-seven, that she has been living her life like the plot of someone else story. Always polite. Always warm. Always invisible. So she walked towards a bar, she had never been to, wearing a beautiful black dress, she would have never bought if not the pain of heartbreak she feels. She sat at a corner, ordered a glass of red wine - looking at room filled with laughter and jazz music and for some reason she seems to like. She looked at the window, her reflection looking fragile - her skin pale, beautiful dark curled hair, her eyes so soft. She said to herself, she would leave after one drink. That's when she felt uncomfortable, she felt something - a presence. Someone seems to be watching her. She looked up. Across the bar, a man leaned against the counter, a whiskey in his hand. He wasn't the kind of man who wanted to blend in. He just didn't need to.The rooms seems to be around him, as if the air in the room moved slightly in his direction. His face was the kind of face that made people think twice before staring again - strong jawline, eyes dark enough to hold more secrets. His suit was measured perfectly, sewed perfectly, was in black. It was expensive, but understated. He didn't seem like someone who could show off. He just didn't have to. Their eyes met, and immediately she looked away, heat filling her body. She looked again slowly, and he was already coming towards her. "Is someone here?" He asked, his voice was deep, smooth and authoritative. Sofeey shakes her head. "No". He took a chair sitting close to her with a little distance. Not to close, but close to have a conversation. The smell of his cologne kept her mind racing with awkward thoughts. Neither of them spoke to each other, the air in the room was filled with silence. He looked toward her wine with a faint smile. "Nice choice. You don't seem to like the cocktail". "You could tell that from a drink?" she asked, shocked and amused. He gave a warm, little smile. "I can tell alot of things just by looking at you. She felt something in his tone of voice wasn't arrogant or dark - it was the truth. The kind of truth that made her uneasy and curious once. "My name is Vince", he said warmly, trying to shake her. "Sofeey", she replied, shaking his hand. His grip was strong, his hand felt warm. "Sofeey", he repeated, as if trying to have a taste of the name. "Cute name though. Doesn't fit a night like this". She laughed warmly. "What does that mean?" "Storms like this aren't for gentle people" he said. She would have given him a side eye then looked away, but instead she was smiling. "Maybe, sometimes gentle people need to face some storms". He leaned his head to the side a little, watching her with a quiet and warm fascination in his eyes. "Maybe". They started a conversation and talked for hours. About almost nothing and almost everything. Books, travel, music, emotions. He listened carefully when she spoke - an uncommon scene she hadn't realized she missed until that moment. But he said just little of himself. Every time she asked him, he replied with a question or a tease. When she asked what he did for a living, he smiled warmly. "Business", was the answer he gave. There was something that felt dangerous in the simpleness of it, that she couldn't understand. By the time, she finished her second glass, she felt dizzy - not from the alcohol though, but from him. The way they both stared at each other as though no one else felt important. "You shouldn't be out around here alone this late", he whispered. "I'm actually not alone", she said before thinking. His smile deep but warm, small but genuine. "No dear. You're not alone". She stood up to leave, the he rose too. "Let me walk you out then". "I can--" she said, but the words couldn't fall in place when she saw the look in his eyes. It wasn't firm. It was protection. A warm, unquestionable promise. Outside, the rain had softened and now soothing. They stood under the soothing drizzle, the city lights shining on the wet pavement. "Thanks for the drink," she said, smiling faintly. "You're actually not what I expected tonight". He reached out his hand, brushing away a strand of her wet hair from her eyes. "Neither are you", he replied softly. The touch remained there - barely there, but it was enough for him to make her heart stutter. At that moment she didn't know who leaned in first. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was her. She couldn't tell, but when his lips met hers, everything disappeared at that moment. The kiss was slow and steady at first, deliberate, then deeper, hungrier. It felt like something enticing she shouldn't want but the hunger she couldn't stop. He pulled back almost immediately just enough to whisper to her. "You sure about this?" She looked at him, hesitated only for a second before nodding. ---- The cab ride to his penthouse was warm and quiet, immediately faded away in a haze of soft heartbeats and city lights. The elevator ride was silent except for the hum of electricity. His apartment was very high - high above the city, walls of glass overlooking the sky. Everything about it, everywhere seems nice, it screamed control - until he kissed her again, and all control was lost. Clothes was scattered everywhere, it fell to the ground, one piece at a time. Thoughts racing through her mind then turned into sensation - his hands tracing her skin, his voice sounding low but rough against her ear. For once in her life, thoughts about consequences or tomorrow never ran through her mind. Just the way he made her feel alive at that moment. Hours passed in soothing ways - laughter, whispers then silence. When dawn came over the city, she woke up alone. The bedsheets beside her were cold but soft. Where he laid on the bed was empty, except for a neatly folded note on the pillow. She hesitated for a while, her fingers trembling as she opened it. | Sofeey, We shouldn't have ever met. But I'm happy we did --V No number. No explanation. No entailed details. Just that alone. She sat there, lost in thoughts, the morning light shining against the faded lipstick on the glass of water beside the bed, thoughts racing through her mind, wondering what she just stepped into. Somewhere outside, across the apartment, a black car parked there. And on a rooftop across the street, a man holding binoculars lowered them slowly, his eyes pinned at the apartment, speaking into a radio. | "Target identified. Moretti made contact".