His lost mafia queen

chapter 3

Aurora pov

A dead body, just lying there like it means nothing.

My mind was still stuck on what I had just seen when the same cold voice from the room jolted me awake.

“Are you deaf?” the same voice-harder this time.

I flinched, my chest rising unevenly as I was pulled from my thoughts.

“Hello…you don't talk to people like that,” I said, trying-and failing- to steady my voice.

He turned.

And for the first time, I saw him clearly.

Tall-easily over six feet. His presence alone filled the room. His build wasn't overly bulky, but it was obvious he trained. Everything about him is sharp-his jawline, his posture, even the way he moves. A black suit clung perfectly to his frame, and faint traces of ink peeked from the side of his neck.

“You were saying?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine without blinking, there is something about him which made me feel wary of him.

Before I can react, he is in front of me, the force makes me sway a little to the back.

Too close, I felt his hot breath on my face, looking at the man who looked intimidating, before I could take a step back.

His hand clamped around my wrist, making my heart skip a beat.

“What did you just say?” came his word as he looked me dead in the eyes.

Pain shot through my arm. I winced, but no sound came out. Dear sat heavy in my chest-but so did something else.

I refused to look weak.

with a sudden jerk,I pulled my hand free from his, I could see the surprise look on his face then it disappeared.

The skinned burn where he had held me.

For a second, we just stare at each other, making me to strain my neck due to the height difference

Walking out without another word.

My leg felt unstable as I made my way to the elevator,my mind replaying everything at once.

The body,his voice,his eyes.

“Aurora!”

I flinched as a hand tapped my shoulder.

“What?” I snapped, still shaken.

Alex stared at me, concern written all over his face.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?”he asked, checking me out, from my head to toe with a worried expression.

“Why would he hurt me?” I replied quickly, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't look convinced.

“You don't understand,” he said, shaking his head. “That man…he's not someone to be messed with.” Says as his starring at me looking if I get him

I frowned. “What do you mean?"

He leaned in slightly, while checking his left and right if someone was there,lowering his voice.

“ He's one of the Salvatore heirs.”he says with a hushed tone.

The Salvatore's family is one of the oldest families in Rome, they have a versed connection over the city and across. They are known for owning multiple companies and hotels in the city, the Salvatore family is also among the most feared families in the city, for they are involved in mafia work.

I blinked."Who?"I asked, staring at him strangely.

Alex stared at me like I'd just said something ridiculous.

“The Salvatore family is one of the most powerful mafia families in Rome. Old money. Real power. They don't play clean.”came his words.

A chill ran down my spine.

“And him?” I said quietly, I already know the answer.

“Marco Salvatore,” Alex said. “The worst of them.” I could feel my head spinning with this information.

My stomach tightened, processing the information I just heard.

“He owns this hotel…and more. And in the underground?” He shook his head. “He's ruthless. No mercy. No second chance.”

The realization hit me all at once.

I had just talked back to him.

Marco pov

Before I could get a hold of her, my phone rang again.

I answered, my patience already thin.

“This better be important.”

“Your father wants you at dinner tonight,” Gabriele said. I could hear some whispering in the background.

Gabriele is our family Butler.

My father and I are not on good terms, since my mother died in a car accident. That was what I was told, growing up I came to realise that it was never an accident. It was intended to be a rivalry between my father .

I scoffed. “My answer hasn't changed.”

“You can't avoid this forever-”

“I'm not getting married,” I cut in. “Tell him that.” I added.

I hung up before he could reply.

Silence filled the room again.

But my mind wasn't on the call anymore.

It was on her.

That girl.

The way she looked at me- afraid, yet defiant.

Interesting.

A slow smirk formed on my lips.

If my father wanted me to marry so badly…

Why not make it useful?

What could be worse than forcing someone like her into a life she never chose?

I picked up my phone again.

“Rocco,” I said.

“Yes,boss.”

“How is the shipment from Mexico going?” “I asked don't mess with my goods Rocco, I won't allow what happened last time repeat itself.”

The other was silent for some minutes “ok boss,” he responded

“I want all the information about the receptionist who just left my suite. Her family. Everything.” I continued, already setting my warning.

A pause.

“And she's not who she claims to be.”

I always pay attention to every detail in my surroundings, the identity card with her doesn't match her face, she has a mole at the side of her face but the person in the card doesn't, that gives her out.

“I want it this week in my office.” I says with a strained voice, telling him how urgent it is

And she?

I will make her life a living hell, I let her know who she's dealing with

Dropping my phone on the bed so as to go clean up the blood from the gunshot which is on my shirt.

I need to know who's trying to kill me before they get to me, they are becoming closer these days.