Mafia's Curves is the best current series by the author Internet. The Chapter 16 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 16 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
FALLON'S POV
I looked at the man in front of me with wide eyed, "who the fuck are you?" Liam shouted trying best to cover us. He looked so different, I dare say..matured but there was something very dark and mysterious about him now. He has beard and long hair that is on a messy bun, he looked so handsome, he has gained a lot of muscles I see, definitely can go for a bodybuilding competition and wearing beige suite only enhanced his manly aura.
"Someone you should fear with all of your existence!" Hayden snapped back with a growl, Liam visibly paled, *scoff* bitch.
"You should go, Liam. I'll call you tomorrow" I said and pushed him slightly, before he could say anything a harsh angelic voice interrupted, "finish whatever you bloody started but you *points to me* better come to talk to me within 5 mins. Anyway he wouldn't last longer" Hayden said and went inside the kitchen.
"How dare that bastrad!!" Liam was fuming in embarrassment, I wanted to laugh so hard because that was true but I composed myself, "hey Liam, let him talk! What he thinks doesn't changes the fact! Okay?" I said in a soothing voice because I know men and their fragile ego. *eye roll*
He sighed and kissed me deeply, I felt disgusted I don't know why, I wanted to throw up and brush my teeth and rinse my mouth with acid. I just hated his touch, I forced a fake smile and told him that I'd call him tomorrow morning. He dresses up and left, thank god I always have a trench coat near the door so I was already wrapped it around my body.
I sighed deeply my mind shifting to another problem sitting on the kitchen. I went upstairs and got dressed in my PJs and hurried down stairs. I went to the kitchen to see Hayden eating meal, I gasped, "why did you eat my food?" I made my way towards him and snatched the container.
He was already mid way finishing the food, I scowled at him, "I was hungry!" he said looking at me lime I had lost my mind and took back the container and went to the living room and sat down on the couch, "but I must say 6 minutes! That impressive!!" He mocked irritating me further.
"How on earth did you break into my house and how the fuck did you know I live here??" I asked calmly and sat on the couch far away from him.
"Easy there princess! It isn't called breaking in if I already have the keys to the house!" He pointed out and took out my keys from his pocket.
"How did you get that? There are only tw-- oh" mom obviously, I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you here Hayden?" Creating as much distance between us as possible, his presence still affects me. Not in a good way. Haha and here I was thinking I am over him, fucking delusional bitch!
"Your mother asked me to take you back home" he said not meeting my eyes, I narrowed my eyes at him, "you don't listen to anyone but yourself more importantly you don't do anything that doesn't benefit you" I said knowingly.
He looked up to me with a smirk on his face, "you know me better than anyone..till date. You remember me" he said darkly. My heart started racing and a tingling sensation started bubbling in the pit if my stomach. I suppressed those feelings, "Hayden, don't change the topic" I said threateningly.
He clenched his jaw, "your mother has helped me a lot, I am doing this to repay her. Nothing more, nothing less" he said stoically. Mannequin, always stuck with the same facial expression!
"First, I am no charity case for anyone, yours not especially. Second, those are my problems and I'll handle it on my own, third, this is my home, in which you very delightfully broke into. You may leave." I dismissed and began to make my way upstairs but before I could get out of the living room a hand caught me.
I immediately stiffened all the words spoken behind my back years ago hit me like a train, I yanked my arm from his grasp and sneered at him, "DON'T. EVER. FUCKING. TOUCH. ME." I was seething fire, I wanted nothing more than to rip his heart out and drain all blood from it. I kept the murderous thoughts to bay, he was shocked to see my behaviour.
He obviously wasn't expecting a fierce woman to retaliate against this vile man, "you know I'll take to home by hook or crook" he challenged me, "then I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable lonely life" I spat back. He looked at me with a tons of emotions; rage, hurt and lust over powering everyone of them, mine probably reciprocate them as well.
"Either you go pack your bags and come with me nicely or things can get very, very dirty...and bloody" he whispered the last part near my ears and licked my earlobe, I shivered in pleasure.
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