Escaping The Mafia King

Instead of answering me, he waited for a couple of seconds, making me feel self conscious as hell. And then he nodded his head at me and took a step backward, inviting me in.

“Thank you.” I mumbled in a low tone and quickly went ahead to stand in front of the coffee counter.

The mysterious beauty man walked around the counter and started to prepare the coffee.

Even though I did not want to appear as some desperate, horny, cringing woman, unknowingly my gaze kept going back to look at him.

The way he looked, it was impossible to imagine him as a barista. But anyway, who was I to judge a person?

“Your taste?” his voice had me almost fall down on the ground in shock.

“What?” my eyes snapped up to his.

“In coffee.” He replied, humor clear in his voice. “What kind of coffee do you want?”

In that moment, I could not even describe in words how badly I wanted to bury my face in something. Like a pillow. Or probably the ground would be good. I will not have to face so much embarrassment ever again.

“Latte.” I said, proud of myself to be able to speak without croaking.

“New here?” He asked casually while starting to stir the coffee in a mug.

“Yeah.”

How the hell does he know that?

Probably accent, or probably the shit head condition of my soil covered, exhausted face.

brings you

meet somebody.”

had been stirring coffee stilled for

“No.” I replied.

I need

the hell does

and after a few minutes he extended

want to meet?” he asked, “Probably I can be of some

for a second. As far as I knew, this was my uncle’s shop. So of course I needed to ask

I hesitated, “Do you know Vincent

as the words left my lips, the air around us

oxygen around me as his demeanor changed in front of my

gone and its place was taken by

do you want to

gone. It was replaced by strict, serious demeanor. It was like the man in front of me had changed bodies in mere two

a

“Hope..?”

voice that had been haunting my memories for more

turned back on my slippers to see a heavy, big man with beard hiding half of his face and a

could see each one of his teeth. He

the sight of him.

Vincent.” I whispered

I could blink away the tears, he took large, fast steps towards me, and then I was engulfed in