The Mafia's Queen

ica'

sy tiles could be heard along the quiet ma

my mother's laugh, and another voic

nd on my lower back and walked us to the fro

ther, father, Uncle Vincent, a blonde w

behind them, which I b

hair was banana blonde and trimmed to her shoulders, her frame was petite and she wore a tight-fitting short velvet red dress w

roll my eyes; it wasn'

attention was drawn to Warren and myself. I put on my f

Alberto and his girlfriend, Melin

and apologizes to the woman, though the small glint i

meet you both,

over his features; he was a muscular man with black

s hand and introduced himself, and after

ont doors open again, drawing

come face to face with maybe the m

omen with decidedly model-like features, but th

he shows no expression on his sc

my son, Dominic."

, help

tably on the top of his head. Some of the curls landed on his forehead, drawing my gaze to his n

attractiveness of his features. The high cheekbones and hollow

g his sharp and flawless appearance, this boy screamed dangerous an

h my father. Then Warren walked away from me and sh

ercing gaze from m

d up into his amber eyes, "J

any more attractive his tongue dar

said stretch

oice, my eyes ins

way the other night, and I can honestly say I've never been

his features, I couldn't determ

l one, the strange electricity that I thought was only an exaggeration in movies and novels, was strang

toos and rings. Shifting my focus to our hands, I noticed that he had multiple tattoos o

tic illusion I had just been in. He did the same, clenchi

who was just behind Dominic and his fath

I always sat together, while Uncle Vincent sat next to either

skipped a beat. His father sat next to him alongside his

erse. As they finalized what they were intending to do with their Mafias, War

front of me, who looked disinterested in what was going on as he o

ominance, which I'm sure e

ou do? I'm assuming you assist

returning it to my father, who gave me a s

anyone who finds out ends up dead. And when I go on missions that need me to seduce me

wn in the underworld, thou

in tasks together, however, we both ha

e, I see Dominic's lips

Warren and me and

ing over soon," When I hea

hifts his eyes to mine as well, before

cent adds, his gaze

e's been ready for some years now." Mr

, while Dominic maintains a blank expre

pet peeves was people inquiring about me unless I chose to a

rely talked as much as I had. He appeared to be a pretty

ndom boy; I, Jessica Gaucho, don't obsess over men or even

," I say, and Dad nods and retu

eping my head up as I turn arou

e door behind me, and han

out into the hallway, opening the d

of a heavily laced Italian accent emerging fr

curiosity piqued, and my vision

st the doorframe, his eyes shooting bullets to the floor. His locks fell over his forehead, his hollow ch

g up just after speaking a few words I

ssi

my name sent tingles down my

d spun around to face

d slowly over to him, his towering

ever lingered on any particular place, but

ou to listen in on

" I en

ted, as his concentra

new one,

, his lips twitch

e were on a nick

is eyes, and turns h

the other night, I

peared on my lips, and it was only then t

ber me?" With a l

ep sound causes hav

its of his amber eyes. I could see the beautiful dark las

sounds from behind me jolted us out of our trance, forcing me

ssica." Mr. Alberto smiles at me,

o, Mr.

ease call me, Marcel," as he spea

nod, shifting to the si

s and father's hands, be

him; he maintains a blank expression a

question, my voice soft enou

ponding with the same response

ay

car, my gaze is drawn to his dark figure

Vincent says from behind me,

rs and enter the house,

er