He's the leader of a mafia. A gang. Ruthless and powerful in anyway possible. They have enemies and connections. He plays a dangerous game. One he enjoys. Surrounded by guns and drugs, he feels unstoppable. No one is going to dethrone him. He always wins and he always rules.

She's innocent and has a future she already planned. Her life is perfect and she's destined for greatness. She has goals she plans to reach, colleges that beg her to join their school and people that adore her.

When she tumbles into the world of Mafia, unaware of the brutal world that was just under her nose. The world of drugs, violence and pacts is foreign to her. He helps her because once you're in the world of Mafia, there is no way out.


18. Chapter XVIII : mafia don

|| Hazel ||


I climbed up the stairs even though I didn't know what or even where I was going. If I had to look into every single door until I found Luke's office, then so be it. I reached the top and  was met with a giant copy of Van Gogh's starry night painting. My eyes raced across the blue that mixed with the yellow. 

I jumped when I heard the sound of hands slamming against a table. Luke cursed and I moved to the far doors where the noise came from. I lightly knocked on the doors and waited. 

"Who is it?" He asked, clearly agitated. 

"Oh, sorry, uh," I stuttered, "It's me. I'll leave." I began walking away.

I heard the doors slide open, "Wait." Luke said. I stopped and turned. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you," he apologized. 

"No, it's my fault, I should've just left you alone. I'm sorry, you're probably sick of me," I chuckled. 

He sighed, "I'll never get tired of you Hazel. C'mon." 

I slowly walked into his office. There was a long mahogany desk with a few knick knacks but mostly small baggies of various herbs and powder. There was a black couch at the far end of the room, that seemed to call me. I walked towards it and sank down on the fluffy cushions. Luke slid the doors closed and sat on his chair. I used this time to take another look at the interior. 

There was a bookshelf that took up the entire far wall. There must've been over one hundred books. Who knows what they were about. The windows behind me dowsed the entire room in brilliant natural lighting. There was a portrait of the New York skyline above Luke's head. 

"I saw the Van Gogh painting in the hall, I didn't know you liked his art," I said breaking the silence. 

He nodded, "I like art." he stood up and walked towards me before taking my hand. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I want to show you something," He said before walking towards the book case. He began pushing the the book shelf and slowly it opened into another room. 

"Hidden room? How awesome!" I exclaimed before walking into the room. Luke turned the lights on and I was met with a room full of replicas of famous paintings. My jaw fell open. "Luke, this is amazing."  He pushed the shelf closed and joined my side. 

"Sometimes, when I'm stressed or any situation, I like to come here and any of my worries immediately melt away," He said. "I also sleep here sometimes," He motioned to the bed that was in the center of the room. 

I chuckled and turned my attention to the Van Gogh's Starry Night Over the Rhone. I moved to the next painting. Swans Reflecting Elephants. 

"Salvador Dali," I said. 

"He was an absolute genius," He said. "He was an amazing surrealist artist. He's probably one of my favorite artists." 

"I really like The Meditative Rose because it's so simple yet, so beautiful at the same time," I explained. 

We passed various Dali paintings. The Elephants, The Face of War, The Temptation of St. Anthony, and the Persistence of Memory. 

"He really did an amazing job at making an illusion out of very simple things. People said he was crazy for doing these things, but maybe crazy equals genius," Luke said. 

I nodded and moved to a painting I didn't recognize, "What's this?"

"La Mujer del Pozo by Diego Rivera," Luke replied. 

It amazed me at how much Luke knew about art. He told me the artist and name of very single painting. Death and Life by Gustav Klimt really caught my attention. The last painting was Cafe Terrace at Night by Van Gogh. 

"Luke, this collection of yours is absolutely amazing," I said. 

He shrugged, "Just because I'm a don, doesn't mean I can't appreciate good art."

I chuckled, "I rarely ever meet people that appreciate, much less care about art. They say I'm hopeless tumblr trash." 

"It doesn't matter what they think," Luke said. 

"Wonder what it would be like to be there," I stated. 

"What?" Luke asked. 

I pointed at the portrait, "Wonder what it would be like the be standing under that night sky next to the cafe terrace." 

"With the moon out, stars glowing brightly in the sky. No one in sight and only the sound of your own breathing. Sitting at a table. Eyes fixated on the sky. No worries at all, not a care in the world." he sighed. 

I turned to look at him. We were just inches apart, "That was a very detailed statement," I said. 

He smiled and turned to me, "It's probably not even a real place." 

"Oh it is. It's in Arles, France," I replied. 

He smiled as he tilted my chin up. My heart immediately began to beat faster, hammering in my chest at the sudden action.  My face flushed as my eyes met Luke's bright blue ones. A nervous giggle escaped me. 

"You, Hazel Blackwood are one of the most amazing woman I have ever met," He leaned in. My breathing became rapid. Our lips collided and time seemed to stop. The world stopped spinning. I felt his hand on my waist as he pulled me to his torso. His lips were soft against mine. I lost myself and slid my hand up to his chest. The sudden sensation sent currents through my body, It was electric. 

"Luke," Ashton called from outside the doors.

We quickly pulled apart and Luke rushed to get the door open. He slipped out into his office and slid he doors open, "What's up, Ashton?" 

"We need to go over this weapon inventory," Ashton said. 

I heard them walk down the hallway until their voices faded. I pushed my back against the wall and replayed the scene in my head. Replayed every feeling and every thought. I smiled to myself, I wanted to do it again. 

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