Mr Quite

#1

Is it strange to be attracted to someone completely opposite from what you'd normally go for?
I mean—not just because he's a cop and I'm... well, let's just say people call me a criminal. A spoiled brat. A mentally unstable killer. All that bullshit. Truth is, I don't give a damn what they say.

Most people dream of becoming doctors, lawyers, cops—the "respectable" types. Me? I always wanted to follow in the footsteps of my mother and grandfather. But I'll be honest: running a company on top of the other stuff sucks sometimes. Like, seriously?

Anyway, let me properly introduce myself.
Name: Stephan Moon.
Height: 5'11"
Features: Dark hair, mismatched eyes—one blue, one light brown. Light-skinned and tatted in all the right places.

"Is that how you plan on introducing your arrogant ass self to that date Ma set up for you?"
My twin sister, Stephanie Moon, said with amusement practically dripping off her ugly little tongue.

I sighed.
"Listen, sis, I have zero interest in marrying a woman—and Ma knows that. She even looks so fragile. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? What if something happens and I can't protect her? Then what?"

Honestly, the only kind of person I'd ever be interested in is someone who lives in the same world I do—the mafia world. That's just facts.

"Well, aren't you 30 now? It's about time you settle down," Stephanie said, reminding me she was born first. Not that it means anything—her brain sure didn't show up early.

"Oh please," I replied.
"Say that to the woman who's also thirty and still can't bag a man."

"I will soon. Worry about yourself, dear younger brother," she shot back, clearly annoyed.

Flashback: Two Weeks Ago – 9PM at Tear Drop Bar

It was a regular night—or at least, it started out that way. I walked into Tear Drop Bar and slid onto a stool in front of the bartender. Ordered a tequila. Hadn't had one in a while.

About two hours passed, and that's when he walked in.

Tall—about 6'4", messy blond hair, brown eyes behind glasses, dressed sharp in a tailored suit. He sat right next to me and ordered a red wine.

Then he turned to me and said:
"Well, aren't you a rare gem?"

I raised an eyebrow.
"As in?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh, it's nothing," the mysterious stranger replied with a half-smile.

One drink turned into several. Things escalated. Next thing I know—I'm waking up beside him in a damn hotel room.

I carefully slid out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and dipped. When I got home, I was covered in bites and massive hickeys.

"Fucking stray dog," I muttered under my breath.

Back to the Present

Anie snapped her fingers in front of my face.
"Hey—you alright? You just zoned out. Something on your mind, kid?"

I chuckled.
"Yeah. Just a... mere mistake."

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Well Hello--__-- dear readers!

 It is I, your author just here to say I hope u do enjoy this chap... I did :)