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Chapter 5

Something in me wanted to find her, but I didn't know where to start looking since I didn't know her well enough to know her friendships. Ariel Smith, I hadn't known this girl for 24 hours and we hadn't even been introduced, but something about her had captured my interest. Ariel, an unusual name, however, the name didn't matter when you looked at her appearance. Ariel was a young woman of spectacular beauty, the likes of which I had never seen before. I took the photograph from the desk and studied her face, her eyes, her hair, everything about her looked pure, and at this point, it wouldn't surprise me if she was a virgin.

In the 21st century, it would have been uncommon for a woman of such remarkable beauty to remain chaste, particularly by the age of 25, as virgins were a rarity. If she was, it would be out of fear, religion, or saving herself for the right man. Perhaps, she had a boyfriend, unbeknownst to her father, or perhaps, she was just too shy for that. I was intrigued by her sex life, because, if she was a virgin, there would be a great possibility that I would make her the mother of my heir, after all, something in that beauty reminded me of my past, exclusively of my mother. At the age of 31, I was warned by the elders that it was time to get married, I needed to present them with the future mafia prince who would take my place and lead the entire brotherhood.

At the casino office, I ordered them to find the redhead. I gave a copy of the photograph to the head of the soldiers and soon they went in search of clues that would lead me to her and, a few hours later, they found her location. In the meantime, ideas popped into my head and, if I was right, she would be homeless, looking for somewhere to live. So I put up for sale ads on some of my properties that were well below market value, making it clear to the real estate agent that the sale should only go through if the buyer was named Ariel Smith. The bait was cast.

The attraction I felt for the girl intrigued me. Maybe it was momentary, maybe it was just a desire to corrupt those pure and naive eyes. The woman had curly hair and quite voluminous, turquoise blue eyes and a slightly fleshy mouth, I imagined those little eyes staring at me from her knees and that mouth around my cock. I took my hand to my pants and felt the volume, it was hard and she was the one I wanted.

Hours later, a buyer emerged, but it wasn't Ariel. On the phone with the real estate agent, I felt my instincts scream out loud and asked him to ask her if she was interested or if she was looking for someone else. As always, my instinct was right, the woman was buying the apartment for her friend Ariel Smith and so I authorized the sale. When I saw which property she had bought, I was sure that luck was on my side, I had other apartments in the same building and decided that I would spend more time in Los Angeles, only now, staying there.

The apartments were decorated, just waiting to be sold, so I ended up buying two on the same floor, after all, I bought them for occasions when I needed to stay longer in the city and this was a great occasion. I was dying to see her in person, especially while she was sleeping, I have the keys and I'll be able to get in very well without being noticed.

At night, while driving, I realized that I was being followed, probably by another mafia who had realized that I was in Los Angeles. In the limousine, I pulled out the gun, checked that it was loaded and checked the safety lock, I was ready, waiting for the shooting to start, which didn't take long to happen.

The cell phone rang and I answered it on the second ring, it was my sub-boss:

"Do you already know who it is?"

— Not yet boss, they're in cars without license plates, maybe it's some faction that knows they're in the country.

— Let them approach, I will finish them all.

In the midst of traffic, gunfire was heard in the distance. In the end, after making sure that all the enemy were dead, my men and I went to the nearest hospital to remove the bullets and tend to our wounds. I was put on bed 6, but I asked the soldiers to be treated first, some were worse off than me, others had died, but that happens, we know what we're getting ourselves into.

I noticed a beautiful redhead approaching. It was she, Ariel, who would attend to me and my demons rejoiced at that. I watched as she put on her gloves and studied the wound, but while I was enjoying watching her take care of me, she was taking too long with the process. I noticed that when she saw me, she stared at me, fascinated, contemplating my body as I took off my shirt.

I looked at her intensely, watching her movements and I realized that she was nervous and afraid to see a bullet in my arm. Perhaps, a thousand and one possibilities were going through her head, but when I was rude, she replied in the same tone, which surprised me, the kitten had claws and a lot of sharp ones, but I would know how to cut them, I would take great pleasure in dominating her, and she hardly knew it.

When she finished suturing the wound, she said I was being discharged. That sweet and delicate voice enchanted me and I couldn't answer it, I just wanted to take her in my arms and quench my thirst to have her for myself. But when I saw that she was threatening to move away, I immediately tried to grab her arm and, by reflex, with the arm I had been shot, I felt a sharp pain, but I ignored it.

“I did not authorize her removal.

"I don't need your permission!"

Trembling, Ariel looked down at my hand gripping her wrist. His beautiful turquoise blue eyes fixed on my pale blue ones. Her slightly plump lips trembled, she looked like a scared little girl and it drove me crazy.

"You can go, you're free!"

I saw her walk away quickly, practically running. The cheeky one, although she was afraid, also had courage and a very sharp tongue. She was quite sassy, but I hoped she knew how to use her precious tongue for other things besides such bad parenting.

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