His Queen

Chapter 1

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Lillia's Pov~

A shiver of fear ran down my spine as the sound of the bell ringing echoed around the small café, signaling a new customer, but I knew it wasn't a real customer.

The sound of his footsteps made me flinch every single time he took a step in the café. A step closer to me.

His 'friend' was close behind him, like every time before.

The café has only been open for a couple of minutes, so there were only two people there. Me and a teenage boy that was shaking behind the counter as he spotted the "customer".

I tried to think it was all a coincidence. That the most feared gang leader in the region would just happen to come to the café every time I was here. That he would leave every time I would start to pack my things. That he would never order anything. And that I would feel his stare on me the entire time.

But it had to be a coincidence. There are no correlations between me being here and him being here. One of the most feared gang leaders, Hudson Valentino, and a boring 15-year-old girl, Lillia Beckett.

I, even, came here a lot earlier in the morning to avoid him and his 'friend.'

From what I've heard of Mr. Valentino, he's a tall man with features that portray his Italian Heritage. Tan skin, dirty blond hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes as dark as the night sky. He also had tattoos; I've heard that the only skin that is showing is on his face.

He's known for his powerful vibe that causes people to faint in fear.

As my heartbeat explodes in my chest, I could definitely agree with that last statement. I'm not stupid enough to look at him. So, to continue that, I kept my head down. Like every time before.

Mr. Valentino walked to a table in the far corner, opposite of me, with his friend. Guard or maybe even a driver. Or someone who holds his weapons before he tortures his victims.

But there isn't any reason why he would want to torture me. Maybe my mom owes his gang money. Money she probably used to buy drugs.

But we haven't lived here long, only a little over a month.

Was she in debt to her drug dealer already? Honestly, it doesn't surprise me anymore.

The sound of their mumbles to each other were the only thing I could hear, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. But their voices were deep, that much I could tell easily.

I guess I could just leave, there isn't really anything wrong with that since they didn't stop me from leaving every time before. So, I started to slowly pack my things. Mr. Valentino tensed up and said something to his friend, or whatever he is.

They stood up and walked out after being here for no more than 30 seconds. Was it because I started to pack up? Maybe they just decided they didn't want to be there.

I unpacked my things since I had no reason to leave anymore.

I continued to read alone in the café, the worker probably working in the back. My body, slowly, stopped uncontrollably shaking.

It was quiet, but a strange quiet. It was early in the morning but the city's close so there's usually a hum of traffic. There was nothing, not even the sound of the coffee maker in the back.

The sound of the bell ringing again made me look up. God, I wish I didn't.

Dark grey. Beautiful dark grey eyes.