The mafia ball.

9|Fuck Nova

Chapter 9|Fuck Nova

Nova

"What the hell was that?" I huff out.

He looks at me still covered by the same mask he puts on to protect himself. "You're hot when you're mad." He dares to smirk at me.

"That's not what we are here for!" I shout frustrated.

"Then why did you bring me here?" He circles his arm around my waist, crashing our chests together.

"To...talk." I breathe out my mind foggy.

"I have a better idea." He suggests, inching closer to my face.

I remember the way he acted towards me back there, the cold shoulder and flip of emotions. It has my anger coming back enough to push him away.

"No! Who do you think you are?" I push his chest and out of his grip.

He sighs running a hand through his hair harshly.

"Who you know I am, Nova." He turns away from me.

"I don't know anything about you, grey!" I raise my arms frustrated.

"Exactly!" He turns around harshly with dark eyes. "You don't know anything about me." He spits out. "So stop trying to. Everyone thinks they can just worm their way in and be the one to 'change me'. You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved." He turns around leaving me feeling stupid.

I take a step back, hurt by the way he talked to me. I didn't have any intention of changing him I was just stupid to think he would talk and treat me with respect. Obviously, I was wrong. Then my mother comes into my head. With her strong personality and powerful aura, I remember I'm a Quinn. Nobody fucking talks down to me.

"I know you're the son of the most powerful man. You should know I'm also the fighter of a very powerful woman." I take a step closer.

"So don't you talk down to me as if I'm nothing compared to you" I step closer so that he looks at me.

"I told you you're hot when you're mad." He smiles at me.

I let out a sigh. There's no getting through to him."Okay, I'm just saying this once. We're working together so I hope we can get along."

"Look...I'm sorry." He cringes when he says that.

I stand there mouth agape. Did the Grayson Blackwell just say sorry? He and his family are known to never respect anyone. Hell, saying sorry is unknown to the mafia family. however, the knowledge that I got him to say sorry to me makes me feel powerful, or as others would say. cocky.

"What?" I whisper out.

"You know what I said, I'm not saying it again." He grumbles.

"I'm just shocked," I admit with a smile.

"Fuck sake, Nova. You make me..." he sighs hanging his head low.

"Make you what?" I ask softly.

He peers at me through his dark eyelashes. That look...I know that look all too well. My body reacts to that look. Making my heart speed up, my breaths short, my core burn with desire only he can create.

"Make me want to fuck you until you scream my name out." He clenched his jaw.

oh. cool

"What's stopping you?" I ask bravely.

He looks at me so intently that it makes my stomach flip with uncertainty. He leans into me, his warmth and scent fill me up.

"I can't do feelings." He mummers into my neck.