Mafia's Revenge: His Obsession

A stranger

Alex’s P.O.V.

The bar was filled with loud music, couples danced on the floor, and everyone enjoyed the atmosphere, but heaviness weighed on my heart. If my mother were alive, there would be affection and love in my life. I was ten when she died of cancer. Since that day, no one has ever loved me, never cared about me, or tried to get attached to me. I was all alone. I was not allowed to make friends, nor can I get something of my favorite.

With a heavy heart, I approached the counter and ordered a fresh juice. I looked around to find my guard but thankfully, he was not there. Leaning on the counter, I suddenly witnessed a shocking scene: A strong and muscular man was dismissing a girl forcefully.

I didn’t know why I got attracted to them, although it was normal here. But this guy has something that attracts me. Dark blond hair, almond-shaped eyes whose ice blue color was giving me a chill, strong cheekbones, short stubble, and full lips, with a slightly flat upper lip. Three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing perfectly toned chest muscles, and the strictness on his face made him different and exceptionally handsome. I have to admit, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen.

"I don't deal with used things like you; get away from me or I will kill you," he said with gritted teeth, and I started enjoying it.

"Baby, I accept death too," she said, but he jerked her hand away and sat on a sofa.

“Mam, take your order!” The bar service person placed a glass across the counter, and without turning my gaze, I swiftly finished the drink in one sip.

The handsome man had a drink in his hand, his eyes reddening with each sip. Abruptly, my head began to spin. I gazed at the glass with uncertainty. I had ordered a juice, but what had he given me?

“Ah. What did you give me? I was thirsty; it doesn't mean that you can give me whatever you want.” I yelled, shaking my head. I held my head and fell onto the chair next to the counter.

"Oh, sorry, ma'am, maybe your order has been exchanged with someone else," he said in an apologetic tone.

"So, did I drink something intoxicating?" I muttered with uncertainty. What if my dad found out? He must be angry. “Let him be.” I tried to divert my attention.

“Baby, come on, let's dance.” I looked up at the sound of a female voice. I was on the same sofa as the handsome man. But the next moment shook me. He gripped her neck with his strong hand and started squeezing it.

"Shut up your mouth; I think you want death. You don’t know who I am." He began to squeeze her neck, and the girl's eyes began to bulge out.

With a shout of "Gangster," I stood up from my place, but suddenly my eyes started to close and my head started getting dizzy, so I put my hands on the counter.

At my scream, he looked at me, his lips pursed, and his eyes were startled with surprise, but his hands were still holding the girl's neck.

“What did you say?” Angrily, he loosened his grip on the girl and turned his face towards me.

“Are you a gangster?" I asked, trying to open my eyes. “You were going to kill that girl.”

“Oh, so you recognized me even though I am not tolerant of showing my form to anyone.” He spoke and approached me. "Those who see me do not live anymore."

I listened to his babbling voice with a dizzy head, and then my fear passed; perhaps the intoxication had taken its toll on me.

"Mmmm. I'm not afraid of you, either. I'll tell everyone that you scared a girl; you're a gangster. You are dirty like my father; I am not afraid of you.” I moved closer to him, placed my finger on his chest, and began to speak in a stammering voice.

"Sir, some dangerous gang has entered here. Do you suspect someone?" A man in uniform entered and started inquiring the bar attender.

"Listen. He is the" Before I could reveal his identity, he pulled me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. The next moment, his lips captured mine. For the first time in my life, a man touched me. I felt his hot touch, and my senses were overwhelmed by his scent. After a brief moment, he pulled away.

"Sir, she is my wife; she was upset due to a misunderstanding," he explained calmly, though a hint of tension tightened his smile. I gazed at him; his smile was so beautiful.

“How dare you?” When they left, his smile faded and his grip on me tightened, causing a pang of pain.

But I couldn’t listen to him anymore. Cradled in his arms, my eyelids drifted shut, and I lost my consciousness.