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.

what brings you to

here to meet somebody.” I replied

that had been stirring coffee

“No.” I replied.

the fuck did I need

hell does it

coffee mug once again and after a few

to meet?” he asked, “Probably I

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

hesitated, “Do you know Vincent

as the words left my lips, the air around

around me as his demeanor changed in front of

careless, flirty look was gone and its place was taken by

do you want to meet him?” he asked.

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

a booming

“Hope..?”

the voice that had been haunting my memories for more than a

to see a heavy, big man with beard hiding half of his face and a black bandana

so big that I could see each one of his teeth. He looked like Hagrid from

with tears at the sight of him. After so many

Vincent.” I whispered through choked

did not give me a chance to say anything else. Before I could blink away the tears, he took large, fast steps towards me, and then I