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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2

"𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.....

𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛.....

𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..."

Katherine

That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back.

Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

He was putting on a booraldo suit, a well-ironed body-shaped suit that made him look more like God.

I was in deep shit today and I was very sure about that.

"Do you have something to say, Miss Thawne?" He raised a brow and I took another step back, and my leg came in contact with the table that had a gun on top. A gun?

I twirled around so quickly and grabbed the gun.

"Wooah...Easy there cupcake." Blondie muttered and stood up as well.

Alexander ticked his tongue.

"You've been a bad girl, Thawne." He clicked his tongue and shoved off the door, coming close to me.

"Don't you dare come closer to me, I'm not the one you're looking for," I mumbled.

"Miss Katherine Thawne. A little bitch that stabbed me in the leg and run off with my money.." He chuckled as if that amused him.

"She's the girl?" Blondie looked me up and smiled. "No wonder, I thought she was good. Fuck! I want to grab those legs..ouch!" He turned and glared at the other one who was still seated.

"Where is my money, little Thawne?" I snapped my eyes back to the Handsome...Did I say handsome?

When I left Snow Hill for New York, I found out a secret. On my dead father wanted to hide forever. He had used me as collateral. He borrowed some money from Alexander Tyrone, a man who was known all over the streets and probably the whole world. A Mafia Leader, not just any Mafia. The Italian Mafia as a whole.

When he visited me one day, I stabbed him in the leg and ran off with just a measly fifty dollars.

"Money?" I played it cool. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "Are you sure? You better think twice if you want to lie to me again, Cara Mia." He frowned as if I had upset him.

The door opened and Jones walked in with a bottle of whiskey.

"I guess you'll all have to manage this till Mr..." He stopped in his track and looked around the room.

"Kathy?" He called. "Jones," I answered. Jones dropped the bottles on the table and gave a slight bow to the mafia leader shit!

No wonder he was so respectful to those two.

"Uhm, Sir. I'm very sorry if Kathy has insulted you. She has a big mouth and spews just anything that comes to mind... Kathy put the gun down." He turned towards me and snorted.

"Tell this Mafia Leader shit..to leave me alone!" I half yelled, holding the gun firmly.

"I'm very sorry sir, I'm very very sorry sir," Jones said, brushing past him to reach out to me but Alexander Tyrone had a lot of plans.

He grabbed Jones by the neck and pushed him down with one hand and pulled out a gun from his pants. I gasped.

"Let's end this shit, sweetie. I hate to play games, Miss Thawne." Alexander said, his gun pointed toward Jones's head.

"Please don't do that, leave me alone," I begged this time but didn't lower the gun.

"Where is my money, baby?"He smirked like he had just been waiting for my breakdown. "It was just fifty dollars. I saw many but just took that." I tried again.

He scoffed, dropped his gun, and moved so fast, you'd think he was flash. I gasped, as he grabbed the head of the gun and pulled it out of my hands.

"Sir, please just spare her life.. she's.."

"Out." Was the only response he got and he stood up as quickly as he could and left the room. Blondie sighed, collecting his gun and dropping it back to the table. "I know that you're hot, sweetie but please don't do that again." He said, flatly.

'𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡.' I glared.

"Where the fuck is he?" Alexander turned around and bellowed like a madman. I scooted far from him. The man looked like he could rip something apart with his hands. His hands. Those beautiful long tattooed hands made me swallow...

"What the fuck are you looking at?!" His harsh words snapped me out and I chuckled and looked away. I was in a room with the Leader of the Italian Mafia and his mafioso shits and I had the guts to laugh? God help me! I need another brain.

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked, looking around the room. "You look at me when you talk." He hissed and that was it...I snapped as well.

"I don't owe you anything you Italian spaghetti sauce, I wasn't the one who showed up at your fucking business to get Loan..so stop yelling at me and tell me what the fuck you want..so we get this shit over, you 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑧𝑜." (asshole)

That was the only Italian I knew and I used it pretty well.

His eyes widened for a little while, before a frown broke out, a deep scowl that didn't look like he appreciated my little tantrum.

He took a step closer, and another till he was backing me up the wall. His masculine scent made me want to sniff again. He had that sweet scent of citrus and strawberry. A man using strawberries? Was it a woman's scent? Had he been with a woman before coming here?

"I hate it when women talk in my presence let alone yell, Miss Thawne. I'll let that go for just today but if you were to try that again, baby....you won't like me." His deep voice made the threat more suffocating that I shifted my weight to another leg. He noticed that and looked down, a smirk on his beautiful mouth.

I couldn't help it anymore, so I did what I knew I could, what every woman does to protect themselves.

I kicked him in between his legs and ran out...when he crouched to the ground, holding his dick!

"𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑧𝑜!"

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