My mysterious savior

Zoya's POV

Feeling dead inside, I wandered the streets feeling numb, the only thing I could feel was the ache in my heart and the lump in my throat.

I stood in front of a mafia heavy neighborhood, gang members sitting on benches smoking everything smokeable, some doing coc while others were playing with their guns like it's a stick.

I remember the time Benito brought me here, this is were he introduced me to Vera, I chuckled and Vittoria.

He was kind, very gentle and patient with me and that's how he won my heart and made me embrace the mafia world.

I was willing to dive into danger with him but now looking back at everything and what happened today, everything feels like a vicious joke.

I decided to walk into the bar Benito had warned me never to step foot in and decided to get wasted. He has claim that this place was dangerous and I shouldn't come alone but right now I don't care all I want to do is disobey him.

I sat on the bench in front of the bartender and waited for him to notice me and ask for my order.

"You are Zoya right? Benito's fiance?" He asked. I didn't bother responding to that question. "Do you want me to put your bill on his tab?" He asked another question and this time I answered.

"Yes put my bills on his tab." I accepted just to be spiteful.

"What do you want to drink future Mrs Benito." He teased.

At first this word would have made blush but right now it disgust me, all I want to do is claw his face for saying that but I didn't.

"I'll take the strongest drink you have." I replied with a smile. The bartender smiles back and then goes to get my drink without an argument.

He brought me a bottle of whatever this is an a glass. I poured myself a glass of the drink he brought and chunk it down.

It burned my chest, I almost regretted my choice but the moment it kicked in I knew I had made the right decision.

I continue drinking, not stopping until I was wasted. A group of men who were a part of the mafia were sitting on a table just behind me, I heard one of them saying something like; "I was an ordinary girl tied to Benito."

I tried to ignore it, telling myself they are not worth the trouble but they didn't stop, they kept on talking like I was not in the room. The anger I've been suppressing exploded and I didn't know when I stood up and was standing in front of them.

I will blame this on the alcohol when I'm sober but for now I have to stand up to these bullies. "Who are you to talk about me behind my back?" I asked.

"You are all a bunch of low level gang members who don't seem to know their place." I momentarily told myself to shut up because they don't seem to like what I just said however my mouth was working on it's own.

"Why don't you go back to the street and continue dealing drugs rather than coming here to talk shit about me." It seems like that did it because they stood up and came for me, the look on their faces told me I was cooked.

I backed away from them, checking for the nearest exit to use Incase things get messy but just as I was preparing myself for the worst, the angry look on their faces suddenly turned to fear and they all bowed their heads. Not only them but every man in the room bowed, what was happening?

Confused, I turn to see what was happening but I stumble into the chest of a tall man. My cheeks pressed to his solid hard chest, the sweet intoxicating scent of ciderwood engulfed me.

He wraps his hand around me, pulling me into his chest and pressing my cheek against his chest.

It was like he was shielding me from danger and I couldn't help but melt into his arms. I didn't even try to get away from him.

A dark chuckle vibrates in his chest, it felt so dark and yet warm at the same time.

"What are you doing bullying a girl?" He asked, the dominance in his voice sends child down my spine.

"We were just joking around." One of the men from earlier said.

"Joking around with a girl who didn't seem to find your jokes funny? Is this what we are about now?" He growled.

"No boss." They all responded in unison.

Who is this man? Why are they showing him so much respect? Is he someone very powerful? I wondered to myself.

The alcohol in my system is making me very bold, I raised my head and stared at the man who is about to make these grown men shit their pants.

He was handsome and looked very mature, he should be older than majority of the men in this room.

I couldn't help but stare at his face, I have never been attracted to older men but this man is making me want to do things I'd never do. The things alcohol would make us do, am I right?

"You all better get out of here before I make you regret your actions." I commanded. They all ran out with their tails in between their legs.

The man then gently pulled away from me and then proceeds to walk away. I found myself following him around like a lost child, all the way to the men's restroom door.

Mr handsome finally looked at me again, he cocked his eyebrow and with a teasing voice he asked; "Are you sure you want to come in?"

Suddenly a memory of Vera and Benito entangled together sears through my mind. The betrayal, the alcohol and this sudden attraction for this man shatter my reasoning, I grab his collar, stood on my toes and slammed my lips on his.

To my surprise he doesn't refuse, we both stumbled into the a stall, our lips not patting from each other.

Mr handsome was first to break the kiss, I look at him with classy eyes. He touched my lips and chuckle, "Are you sure you want this?" He asks.

I stare at him trying to match his gaze, "Yes...."