The Playboy's Match
Arabella had forgotten all about Damien Powers; his infamous ways with the ladies, the exhilarating rush she had around him, the fact he was leader of The Italian Mafia. She also had long forgotten the heartbreak he caused her.
When did she forget all these things? The minute she woke up from a coma with Amnesia.
"I need you Bella, please." The handsome man whispers, kissing my head softly, gun still in hand. Too caught up with the fact I just saw this man kill my boss had me light-headed and unable to respond.
The stranger wraps me around in his arms and starts shouting orders at his men in a language I can't understand.
"L-Let go of me." I could barely whisper, turning my head at him with tears in my eyes, gaining courage to speak up.
"You just killed him, who do you think you are?" I demanded, aware of the fact they could kill me whenever they deemed necessary. This seemed to anger the man as he his figure towered over, eyes intently looking down at me.
"Bella, what's wrong with you? I'm here to take you home!" The stranger cupped my face in his large hands, giving me butterflies.
"Home? I don't even know who you guys are," I struggled against his hold, "Just let me go." I pleaded.
As if a switch finally turned in his head, the mans gun fell from his hand in an act of shock, causing me to flinch as he straightened up in his full looming height, composing himself , fixing his tie with an evil glint in his eyes.
"I guess they weren't lying, you truly have forgotten me." Coming closer to me, the man's lips grazed my ears.
"Well I'll make sure, from now on, you don't."