Dark Grasso,
An eldest Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head of Italian mafia transportation.
A sociopath.
Moon Diaz,
The daughter of the Diaz mafia.
A doctor and psychologist.
An empath.
When Moon runs away from her home...
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Did Miss Diaz just ordered me?
.
She wants my eyes tied. Is she even serious?
There not lived a single woman who is succeed in tying my eyes, hands or legs. I don't let a woman take control of me. Not a chance.
In my life, I only listened to two women.
My mother. My sister.
No other women has ever dared to order me nor did she ever disobeyed me. Except from the physical pleasures, I expect nothing more from the woman I know. Not because I'm a man but because I've seen the mountains becoming soil for women.
.
Woman is the power, that can make thousands of men go on their knees.
Woman is the desire, where every man has burnt once.
If woman takes a control of you, either you'll reach the heaven or burn in hell.
There's nothing between.
.
Hence,
I prefer keeping it to the lust.
No kissing. No talking. No spending time. No outings. No laughing. No sharing. No eating together. No touching beside sex.
It's easier.
.
I don't want to develop any feelings about any woman. Because, having a soft spot for someone is having a weakness. And in my business, weakness is not a choice.
I've seen my father going on his knees from someone who'd never bend.
My mother was the gravity and Father couldn't resist but to fall.
And that woman ruined us all.
.
"Dark?" Miss Diaz snapped her finger in front of my eyes when I couldn't realize where I was at. Alert-less-ness is not me. "Cover your eyes." Miss Diaz's velvety and soft sound crashed on my ear and,
I picked her up by the waist and put her on the kitchen top. She hasn't mentioned the place so it falls under my will. I will make her come on kitchen top.
Her delicate palm placed on my shoulder when I take a look at her face. Frizzy hair, blue desirable eyes, parted pink lips and face full of awkwardness. She looks too innocent to be used wild.
Should I go gentle on her?
"Wait." She said as her palm reached to my collar and she loosened my tie a second later. A soft brush of her fingers against my neck was enough to make me realize that no matter how hard I want to see her come on my fingers... I shouldn't.
