The Mafia's mind

Chapter XXXI

POV: Aletta

I glance at my phone as it pings with an email.

I swipe it open and read the content. It's from my assistant telling me that the meeting was postponed to 11:30 and it's now a brunch at a cafe down town.

I quickly reply and look at the time.

9:50am

I still have plenty of time to finalise the plans for the meeting and get ready.

I head to the kitchen grabbing a small breakfast before going to my office to do some work.

Soon enough it's 11:00am and I'm having to leave.

I get to the address and am seated at a table instantly. I am then accompanied by a colleague as well as the potential clients for the business.

Formalities are exchanged and after some polite small talk we begin the business talk.

I begin with my proposal and we discuss outcomes etc. In the end a deal is finalised and I am ready to depart.

We exchange a handshake and go our separate ways.

I am the last to exit the formal cafe, but my eye is instantly drawn to my left.

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face the scene ahead of me.

My jaw plummets to the floor as my eyes land upon a tall, muscular figure.

I would know that silhouette anywhere. Every inch of his body is permanently engraved in my mind; I could never forget.

Ebony hair slicked back neatly, black suit pristine and perfect. A strong aura radiating from him, screaming danger.

My heart squeezes and I can no longer take it. I hurry to the ladies room in hopes to regain composure however when I walk out I am stunned by an all too familiar figure waiting...

I straighten my posture not even sparing him a glance and walk straight past.

As I reach two steps ahead of him a firm grip tightens on my arm.

I stop, not turning around to face him.

I sense a tall figure leaning over me. Warm breath tickles my neck as a low, husky voice murmurs.

"You know I don't like to be ignored." He growls making my whole body shudder.

I turn and face him. My eyes scanning from his immaculate black hair down to his strong jaw, back up past his damp lips and fix on those same steel eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.

My face remains void of emotion as I stare at him with empty eyes.

I remain silent for a minute.

I can't believe he's actually here.

The man who stole my heart all those years ago, shattering it to dust without even taking a second glance.

The man i mourned over for years. The man I cried over every night for months.

The very man I loathe with a passion.