The mafia and his hit man

Rafa’s POVFuck, he was beautiful. My pretty little lamb. Thought I wouldn’t notice him, thought he could slip into a place like this without catching my eye. But I see everything. I always do. And the moment I saw him under those neon lights, moving like sin wrapped in skin, I knew fate was handing me a gift.I didn’t expect him to be here tonight. That was the surprise. A good one. I’d come for business, nothing more. Another round of whiskey and velvet handshakes with men who thought they mattered. And then there he was—hips swaying, piercings flashing, shorts so damn short I could see the edge of lace beneath.I should’ve been annoyed. My little lamb wasn’t supposed to be here. But instead, I was hard the second our eyes met. That waist. That lean little body. Those damn piercings catching the light like they already belonged to me. God, I couldn’t wait to unwrap him… slow, like a piece of candy I’d been craving for too long.And then perfect timing the drunk bastard laid hands on

Avery’s POV:I woke up late, sunlight already leaking through the cheap blinds in my tiny apartment. My body ached pleasantly in places I tried not to think too hard about, and for a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Rafa. Even his name made my chest tighten in ways I didn’t want to admit.But life doesn’t stop just because you had the best sex of your life with the man you’re supposed to be stalking. I had class. And, unlike him, I wasn’t rolling in endless piles of cash.Dragging myself up, I showered quickly, threw on jeans and a black hoodie, and stuffed my books into a bag. I walked to campus, blending into the crowd like always. No one here knew the kind of work I did after dark. To them, I was just another quiet student with earbuds in, sipping cheap coffee, scribbling notes.Class was boring as hell. My professor droned on about economic theories, and I tuned half of it out. I kept thinking about Rafa his smirk, his voice, his weight pressing me into the mattre

Avery’s POV: When I woke up, I found myself in a bed. The room was quiet, too polished and clean. I’d been pacing for hours, the smooth marble floor scuffed from my boots. Every time I tried the door, it was locked from the outside. Every time I leaned out the window, I saw the long stretch of Rafa’s estate grounds patrolled by his men and they were all armed, which frustrated me. I banged on the door for so long but nobody came in or answered me but I knew they were they cause I could hear their footsteps. My hand hurt from hitting the door too much. I could have picked the lock but I don’t know how many of them were out there and I’m very sure they had weapons and I wasn’t foolish enough to head out there without a plan or a weapon. When the door finally creaked open, I spun on my heel, ready to hurl every curse I knew in his direction but I was distracted when he strolled inside like he owned the place and technically he did but I didn’t care. A black shirt clung to his

Avery’s POV: It took a moment for me to realise I wasn't in my crappy apartment. The bed was so soft that I wanted to go back to sleep but my stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. I got out of bed and took a moment to look around the room. It was huge. My apartment could fit in here, and there would still be space. I had asked for a big room because I figured if I was going to be here, I might as well make the most of it. My stomach ached reminding me of the reason I got out of bed so I took a quick shower. The walk-in closet was every fashion lover’s dream with rows of brand-new clothes, some I had requested, most I hadn’t.” I picked the shortest pair of shorts I could find, making sure it hugged my hips just right and leaving my thighs bare. I paired it with a crop top that shows off my belly button piercing. I smirked at my reflection and imagined Rafa's face when he saw me, the thought made my stomach twist in anticipation. Just because

I barely slept. The new room was bigger, but it felt like it was closing in on me. It was like a prison and I hated it. I woke up feeling restless and anxious. I needed air, a target, just anything to make me busy. I hated being cooped up. I tried pacing around the room but the guards walking around were getting under my skin. I finally snapped and went downstairs. I could pick a fight with someone. Where the hell was Kane when I needed him the most? At least I could've provoked him into fighting me. Or I could look for someone to hook up with, preferably Rafa. Speaking of the devil. I ran into him just as I had that thought. He looked so good, the rule I gave him flew out of my head immediately. He stopped when he saw me, checking me out, or maybe searching for a weapon. “You look stressed” “Of course I'm stressed.” I snapped. “You locked me in this prison.” “It is not a prison. It's for your protection.” “You keep saying that but it doesn't make it true.” “You would be de