Daisy Reynolds is a shy, sweet, and stunning senior in high school. With a heart full of hope and a mind full of dreams, she's determined to make this year unforgettable. But little does anyone know, Daisy harbors a secret desire - to be crowned prom queen. Not for the glory or the title, but for the chance to catch the eye of her long-time crush, who has yet to notice her. Enter Lorenzo "Enzo" Romano, a ruthless Mafia King with a reputation for being merciless. When a whisper of a secret gang plotting against him reaches his ears, Enzo knows he must take drastic measures. Assuming the alias "Mr. Romano," he infiltrates the unlikeliest of places - Daisy's high school - as a teacher. The moment Enzo lays eyes on Daisy, he's struck by her ethereal beauty. Her piercing blue eyes, her golden hair like silk, and her shy smile mesmerizes him. Enzo's instincts scream at him to claim her, to make her his. And he'll stop at nothing to eliminate anyone who dares to stand in his way. As Enzo navigates the unfamiliar world of high school, he finds himself drawn to Daisy's innocence and charm. But with his dark past and deadly intentions lurking beneath the surface, Enzo's presence in Daisy's life threatens to destroy the very fabric of her existence. Will Daisy's secret dreams and desires be crushed by Enzo's ruthless ambitions? Or will their forbidden attraction ignite a passion that cannot be contained?
Chapter 1 FIRST DAY
Lorenzo's POV
"I just arrived at the highschool." I inform my right hand man Rodriguez on the other end. "Survey the neighborhood around my new house, make sure no one suspects a thing."
"Okay boss. Already on it." I hum in approval before ending the call, bringing my black Mercedes to a halt at a spot not far from the school's entrance.
I make my way in, eyes turn to me instantly staying glued to my 6'5 build as I strut through the hallways to the principal's office. I pay no mind to the ogling, I'm used to being the center of attention.
As the Mafia King, I rule the city of Vegas. Smaller mafia groups quiver in fear of my name. Nobody messes with me. But a 'leader' has emerged from one of these groups over the past weeks, joining hands with other small mafia groups to overthrow me.
Normally I'd let my men handle minor issues but this was a threat to me directly, a mockery of my name. I have to show them why I was crowned King, why the fuck I'm so feared. They'll all die slow, painful deaths, and this 'leader'- 'Marcus Malfoy' will watch his dreams crash and burn.
As I push open the principal's door I'm met with golden blonde hair as bright as the sun, so long it almost covers the curve of her ass which bounces up and down in light blue jeans, as her and her friend jump in excitement, embracing each other.
"Thank you so much sir." The brunette says, pulling her friend out the door before I can get a clear view of her face. I step aside before they run into me, a pinch of annoyance etched on my face.
I make my way into the office and the principal, "Mr. Manson" almost chokes on air as his neck strains to meet my eyes. I smirk as he quickly looks away, closing the door behind me.
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Daisy's POV
"Omg I can't believe we're going to be organizers of prom." Julie squeals as she pulls me out of Principal Manson's office, almost running into a huge looking man. I couldn't even get a look at his face as I was dragged out of the office, that's how much he towered over my 5'4 form.
"I know right. I really wasn't expecting this but I'm excited." I admit, feeling giddy about prom even though it was still a few months away.
"Now we can make sure Amanda doesn't win prom queen. Can you imagine that? She'd die." Julie says and I laugh as we walk to our lockers, elbows interlocked.
"I can't even imagine anyone else being prom queen. She's been wearing a fake crown since 7th grade." I say as Julie opens both our lockers.
"Why can't you be prom queen? You're absolutely stunning, with princess hair and then you can finally talk to Tyler and stop staring all the time. We both know he'll be prom King for sure."
My cheeks flame red at the mention of my long time crush who Amanda had dated in 8th grade to spite me. They barely dated for two weeks but till this day she torments and bullies any girl that shows interest in him.
"Amanda would flip." I say in a small voice, taking out my Italian textbook for first period.
"Well, high school would be over and the bitch can go fuck herself." Julie suddenly slams her locker with so much force that I scream. People turn to glare at us but the bell for first period rings, saving us from the wrath of our fellow highschoolers.
"We'll see in Calculus. Muah." Julie pecks my cheeks, running to her class. I softly close my locker, trying to get the thought of what Amanda would do if I tried to talk to Tyler out of my head as I walked to class.
I settled at the front seat as always. I've been shortsighted since I could remember and my mom had gotten me glasses in the 5th grade but I got called a nerd by stupid boys who'd bully me. Amanda stood up for me then, when we were still best friends.
She suddenly decided she hated me in the 7th grade. Till this day I have no idea what happened but I had to accept it. I met Julie that same year and we hit it off.
Julie and I always sit at the front in the classes we have together, even though she hates the front deck and has perfectly capable eyes. She'd been a great friend to me all this while and I love her.
I remember when she got me contacts for my 15th birthday. I cried a bucket full trying to get them on but I couldn't so I just left them tucked safely in my bedside drawer. I've learned to manage my sight anyways. I'm good as long as I'm at the front.
The noisy classroom suddenly goes quiet and I snap my head up, my thoughts long forgotten as this towering figure makes his way into the classroom. It's the man from earlier. I can finally get a good look at him.
This man must tower over me with at least an inch. My neck is already going sore as I appraise his bulging muscles. He looks like he could snap my neck with his elbow.
I hear sighs and gasps as he closes the door behind him, his eyes lazily scanning the classroom as he drops his leather bag on the front desk, settling on it he crosses his arm above his chest, making his muscles look even more impressive.
I see dark markings on his neck. He's in a black button up and black trousers with black leather shoes. No need to guess his favorite colour. My eyes fall back to the tattoos peaking from his neck and I can't help but wonder how far they went. Images of my new teacher shirtless fill my head and my cheeks colour.
Just then, his eyes find mine and for just a second, I see his eyes shine with an unexplainable intensity that cause my blood vessels to constrict with exaggerated force. There and then I forget how to breathe, his eyes still on me, expression unreadable; damn this man is handsome.
As hard as it is, I force my eyes away from his, straightening my already straight textbook and fidgeting with my hair. I tuck my long strands behind my ears; wondering if he could see my pulse on my neck I untuck them, praying to God he's lost interest in staring at me. I cautiously look up, noticing only his choke hold on the desk, my eyes meet his once more and then he finally takes his eyes away, facing the classroom.
That was the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. Did anyone else notice that? I thought to myself, trying to shake the awkward feeling. The rest of the class goes by without anymore weirdness but I still struggle to focus for most of it.
As the bell for the end of first period rings I pack up my things before anything else creepy happens and dash out of the class, feeling strong eyes on me but not looking back to confirm.