The Runaway Mafia Queen

pulled my attention

although it were eight p. m., and the darkness of night had covered the residen

f I had made any mistake but th

shop that he ran after retiring from his position as a police

me in my whole life that I was

as about twelve years old then. I remembered running into

not even come to my parents' funeral. My mom always s

g years, but when I decided to leave my life behin

ed if I could come to stay with him for a couple of day

fter trying four times, it kept going to an engaged tone. I searched for

location. Without waiting, I started driving again an

walking towards the coffee shop that was right

t call it a

om outside, it looked no

te mistake of wrong parking. Although the gates of the coffee shop were

on the door s

re it looked lik

the Harley and push open t

ed ringing and my eyes went up to look a

when my body collided with somet

ass and an 'ooof'

and when I opened them, instead of a wall, m

muscular legs, and then a wide buckled waist to a white t- shirt covered roc

d down at me. His mouth c

his waist over the belt, which was over his hips. The white t- shirt that wa

get up?"

lin

down at me with a bit o

ed imme

d I got up from the floor a

ol of myself in front of him, I was not going to continue being

nd let me tell you, I had never heard anyone call a head tilt se

like that."

ease make m

the hell did

oking like melting