Mafia Desire (Erotica) novel Chapter 3

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I brushed myself off and looked up at the surface that had just knocked me down, but my eyes widened as I realized it wasn't a "it," but a "him," and that particular "him" didn't appear to be happy.

I ignored the man's expression and began to carefully watch him.

He was dressed all in black, with a leather jacket around his waist. Even though I could see his arm muscles through his jacket and his shirt was outlining his stomach, I could easily assume he had abs because the rest of his body that was visible was ripped.

He had intricate tattoos that ran down his neck, past his shoulders, to his arms, and then to his hands.

I swear he had a razor-sharp jawline that could cut my finger.

He had a light stubble around his jawline, which defined it even more. I looked up some more, and what I found surprised me.

He had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen; they were an emerald green and could probably pierce through you if you let your guard down for even a second. His eyes were easily the most beautiful feature of him.

Although he appeared to have been sculpted by God himself, I knew what kind of man he was the moment I looked into his eyes.

He preyed on helpless people and desired power above everything else.

He got what he wanted, even if it meant crossing lines that no one should cross. I knew this because I saw those eyes in Sylvester every day at the strip club. That was what shook me to my core; I knew I'd never let a man like him back into my life.

I quickly rose from the ground, his gaze fixed on me. He looked at me as if I were a piece of meat, but also with disgust. I shot him a quick glance.

"Be careful where you're going." He snarled , and his tone surprised me.

"You were blocking my path." I shot back, my gaze fixed on him.

He looked at me, surprised, but his face quickly changed when he realized what I had said. He was aware that I was putting him to the test, and he was not pleased.

"You have no idea who I am, and if you did, you wouldn't be talking to me like that." He spat at me with such certainty that the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"I couldn't care less who you are." I uttered as I began walking away with Charis and Jenny, who both looked at me as if I had grown two heads.

"You will, bitch, you will soon find out." He said this just as I turned a corner.

Jenny and Charis both came to a halt and stared at me after we turned the corner.

"What are you guys looking at me like I've grown two heads or something?" I inquired, still irritated by the jerk.

"Do you know who that was, Ava?" Jenny yelled, her eyes still wide with surprise.

"No, and I don't care, " I said.