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.”

hand that had been stirring coffee

“No.” I replied.

the fuck did I need to say

hell does

continued stirring the coffee mug once again and after

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

I knew, this was my uncle’s shop. So of course I needed to ask where

I hesitated, “Do you

my lips, the air

lack of oxygen around me as

its place was taken by

want to meet him?”

in his voice was gone. It was replaced by strict, serious demeanor. It was like the man in front of

a booming voice

“Hope..?”

without turning back, I recognized the voice that had

back on my slippers to see a heavy, big man with beard hiding half

big that I could see each one of his teeth. He looked like Hagrid from the Harry Potter movies, accept for the bandana and the

at the

I whispered through

to say anything else. Before I could blink away the tears, he took large, fast steps towards me, and then I was engulfed in