Her Mate Turns out to be the Mafia King

a's

me." His words show like:

guys who thinks he's

d to turning heads, perhaps too aware of his own charm. It's a type I've learned t

guys li

nd move around him to

how did you kn

ion, didn't I?" It's precisely the kind of arrogan

s you were. Which one

n from be

s just some sort of weird coincidence. We met at the bus stop and noth

that lingers in my peripheral vision. I turn around and head back into the main area of the clu

head for the bar where I see one of m

have talked a few times. She heard I was looki

d the bar and tie my apron around my hips. This isn't the first bar I've worked at, s

ooking for an edgier spot to get drunk. Then there is a bridal party group who're half drunk already and making eyes at the half dressed servers. There is a group of rougher look

he bar, and by how red his face is and the glossiness

I ask him with as polite

t hangs in the air like a suffocating fog. It's a sensory assault that makes each b

drawls, his words as s

scomfort. As I reach for the glass to fulfill his re

ain a facade of congeniality, allowing a friendly smile to remain plastered on my face. With a deft motion, I set his drink down a

, what can I get

number, beautifu

instead of making him look charming, it's giving me an uneasy feeling. He looks like the sort of

boys. How about a d

mirk

his tone a sharp edge that cau

got

the other guys says and soon the

quickly as I c

hands full." a fellow server requests, handing me a bottl

e to climb the three steps to reach the table. My hand freezes mid air when I see the guy from the hallway

n." He says

ight smile. "Would you like me to pour

s." He says

, saving him for last. Once I'm done, I s

?" One of the other m

s speaking to me, I let my attention move to him. He's

I say, giving h

ing a sweet thing like you." He looks me

ton." My head snaps toward the gu

f?" I ask

hat's right, sweethe

l c

bottle of champaign and hold it against my chest

f some lovers' quarrel I had no business getting in the middl

ab those guys down there?" Brandy

. They're a lot louder now, a clear sign that

Robert's charm." One of the guys says before slapping

e, but I try t

ation of an eventful evening. My nerves are on edge, but I plaster a polite smile on my

you like to settle up?" I ask, hoping the

A few of the gu

their drinks and l

ling my hand back and tightens his hold on me en

. My heart stutters in my chest, and a sink

th innuendo that sends shivers of discomfort down my spine. "How abou

've fought so hard to suppress. My breath catches in my throat, my mind suddenl

voice slices through the tension like a knife through butter. "She isn't interested. I th

and shakes

d shifts

get that all hell is