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I shake my head to clear it, remembering the existential crisis I’m going through. And despite me standing there and gawking, she continues eating her fucking chips. The rage I’m trying to stave off starts to billow through me.
But one clear thought shines through. She’s not supposed to fucking be here. I advance on her, shirtless, since my shirt has already been discarded on the floor.
“Who the hell are you?” I ask, my jaw clenched.
She looks up at me, those blue eyes clear like the ocean. And she doesn’t say a word. I watch as she brings another chip up to her mouth and crunches on it. My right eye twitches.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” I try again. No reply.
“Are you fucking deaf?” My voice rises an octave with the question.
She finally makes a sound, a scoff followed by a clear and resounding, “No.”
“So she speaks,” I say, “Then she can walk too. Get out.”
“That’s not happening.”
My fists clench. “Listen blondie,” I start, trying my absolute hardest not to lose it. I grab my keycard from the back of my pants and wave it around. “You see this? It grants me access to the roof, private access. I don’t know how you got here. But kindly fuck off.”
“No,” she says calmly.
My eyes flutter shut. “You really don’t want to keep saying that word to me.”
“Or what?” she challenges.
That’s it, I tried to be nice. Lightning quick, I pull my gun from the waistband of my jeans and point it at her head.
“Get the fuck out of here if you don’t want to die.”
She stares me down. Her expression doesn’t so much as waver and it throws me off.
Who the hell is she?
Very slowly, she gets to her feet. She drops her packet of chips and then she offers me a smile. I can’t help but notice how tall she is. I’m 6’1 and she nearly comes up to my chin.
I’m still taking in her perfect face when she smoothly knocks my gun out of my hands. It clatters off to the side and then falls into the pool. I stare at her, dumbfounded.
“It’s rude to point a gun at a lady.”
CHAPTER4
Sophia
Ihad a long hectic day at work. Since I got back to New York, it’s been one thing or the other. I briefly considered asking my dad to fire all his capos because they’re all idiots who can’t handle shit without me literally pointing it out to them. But if I said that, he would just say I’m being mean. It’s not mean to want to work with people who don’t need me to explain every little thing.
To make things worse, I’ve barely seen him or my sister. They’re still working hard on their issues with the other mafia families. I think they’re trying to dig up dirt on them so they can have some leverage, just in case they try to come for us. I get it, sort of. The three families, the D’Angelos, De Lucas and Russo’s, all have an alliance. Singularly, we’re stronger than them. Together, we might have a problem. Especially if a war breaks out. They’re stressed out and their stress is starting to stress me out.
So I decided to come to my hideout to let loose and relax. The rooftop of the hotel has a nice pool but it’s too cold to do much swimming so I had been lying on one of the lounge chairs, soaking in the cool night air, when someone barged in. I was slightly surprised, especially since I made a deal with the manager that granted me sole access to the pool at night.
Then the man started stripping and I decided to enjoy the view. Because I have eyes and objectively, he might be one of the most good-looking men I’ve ever seen. My eyes dipped to his sculpted muscles and defined abs. His skin practically glistens in the moonlight, highlighting every curve and contour. My heart skipped a beat when I met his eyes. Captivating brown eyes with a hint of mystery and a spark that draws you in.
He’s hot and he knows it. It’s clear in the way he sauntered over, cool confidence and charm oozing from him. I was trying hard to appear unaffected. Until he asked me to fuck off and pointed a gun at my face. Which is definitely not okay, hot man or not.
“What the fuck?!” he sputters after I knock the gun out of his hand.
“I don’t appreciate firearms pointed at my face,” I say pointedly.
“Did you just knock a gun away like it’s some toy?”
