《Forbidden Flower》Prologue
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She gracefully walked into the room dressing a red satin dress with slit at the side that went so high up her thigh exposing her never ending leg, her dark locks let down loosely to her waist, and suddenly all eyes were on her.
She stole the whole room the moment her heels clicked into the magical ballroom.
Everyone stared, all the guys gasped in pure lust but she paid no mind toward any of them. She had her eyes set on a certain someone, a soon to be Don of the Italian-British-Spanish Mafia, the almighty man who basically owned the world.
He stood tall in his powerful glory wearing deaths and blood liked it was his signature cologne. She watched each and every moves he made, the way his grey eyes scanned the room, the way his lips touched his champagne glass, how his muscles tensed and relaxed.
" Do you know the man? " the middle aged bartender asked as she took a seat on the high stool.
" Hm. Know him? "
" I tried to kill his father twice last week, seduced his younger brother three days ago, and drugged his little sister last night. " she hummed casually leaning her shoulder toward the bar stand.
Taking the red wine into her hand, she began walking toward her tonight target. The closer she got the faster her heart thumped against her chest. The man was a greek god up close, his figure would have made her swooned right then and there but he was enemy, she needed to get a grip of herself or else her plan would have crumbled.
" I apologize for my clumsiness. " she mumbled softly after accidentally bumped into his side.
He turned his gaze sideways in annoyance ready to shoot this person but got suck in his own breath as he stared at the woman beneath him.
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She was an exotic angel, not the innocent type but the seductress type that tempted you to fuck her senseless right then and there.
A small smirk made its way to his lips while he stood there shamelessly eye fucking his new dessert for the night.
" Nicholas Salvatore. " he smirked offering her a hand which she confidently took.
" I go by the name Stassie Rayne. " she returned the smirk knowing she had succeed trapping the player.
" Look like you have stained my tux with your red wine, amore. " Nicholas smirked stealing the glass from her hand bringing it to his lips not taking his eyes off hers.
Stassie eyed his stained dress shirt carefully before taking his tie out into her hand dragging him after her with a small smile playing on her lips.
" Let's go somewhere more private and take care of that, shall we? " and just liked that he followed her liked a lost puppy.
She entered the restroom at the end of the hall away from all the people and the crowded party. Nicholas took no time slamming her body against the nearest wall after locking the door.
His hot breath fanned her neck making her inside all fluttered and bothered, no men had made her feel this way before. A hand went up the slit of her dress caressing her thigh in the process lifting it up to his waist.
This man was much more of a distraction, he was making her feel things that could ruin her mission, she couldn't let that happened.
" Remind me to kill my men for not finding this. " his hand roamed into her inner thigh touching the cold silver pistol she had snuck into the ball.
She hitched her breath in shock, he was invading personal space by this point. This needed to end as soon as possible before he ended her. She had underestimated the future Don.
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With one arm lazily wrapped around his neck, she switched position, this time slamming him into the wall and Nicholas let her. The temptress took no time taking out her hidden blade pressing it to his neck.
" Nice to know u will never stab my back but my neck, baby. " he chuckled at the tiny woman in front of him.
" In your soft spot, baby. My father always said to go for the kill, a slit in the throat works like a charm. " she said smirking.
A wicked grin played on his lips making her eyebrows furrowed in confusion slightly taken back by his action.
And, before she knew it he had the gun he had taken from her thigh pressed against her head.
" Look like we both have something in common. My father also told me to always go for the kill, a bullet straight into the skull. " he whispered dangerously into her ears.
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𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
if you're a re-reader, i love you. i really fucking do. but NO SPOILER in the comments please. I BEG YOU. don't ruin it for everyone else and me. it's like seeing my work, which i spent months working on, go down the drain in literally 3-4 sentences. so, please understand that because if i see another spoiler i'll surely strangle myself to death and come back to haunt you FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE and the next five generation of your child. thank you, my loves
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