Claimed By The Mafia Alpha

e of the bar, about ten feet

bably the most handsome man I’ve ever s

symmetrical. Straight dark eyebrows over those strikingl

my lips. If I were prone to blushing, I would’ve been beet-red

nger but because there's something about him that m

't help but stare back like a los

d he knows it. As he approaches, I realize that he’s a large man. Tall and well built. I don

your name?” he asks softly. His voice somehow carries above the

ly mesmerized, and I’m pretty sure he knows it. He smil

ay but I stand still, watchin

I like

f, so I gather my courage a

er been so fascinated by a man’s mouth before. There's so many things a

u, Nora?” he ask

nty-o

darkens. “Don

n’t tell the bartender and get me kicked out of

tly. His thumb rubs against my lower lip, as though he’s curi

essively. I feel hot and cold at the same time, and a tendril of

e has the right to do so. Like I belong to him. I draw in a shaky breath and back away. “I have to

because something deep inside me senses that he could’ve ea

er met. I turn and make my way through the crowd. My ha

ng out of the club, I look back and I see him again. He’s still staring

hday, study for finals, hang out with Leah and my other friend Jennie,

gain. Because when I do, I feel like a coward

ghtened at the same time. And now my nights are restless. Instead of dreaming o

ought about before. A lot of it involves Julian doing som

ney to buy my own car for college. I’m going to a local community college b

, never getting in trouble. They’re mostly right. Other than the fake IDs and the occasional clubbing excursions, I

, we wait patiently for our names to be called. It’s

patiently for our names to be called. It’s a perfect day in ear

me is Leston, so I have to stand for another thirty minutes

ooking out onto the crowd, I smile and wave to my parents. I’m pleased that they look so proud.