The Mafia Hitman And His Lover

Lindsey POV

The older I get, I realize it's best to let someone go, because loving is hard, just like the way I forgot about Miguel, my first crush. I'd certainly forget about Gary, my husband.

I had given up my family and become his housewife just for the sake of love. I never got anything in return.

As long as he was happy, I was willing to die for him. Certainly because I thought he'd be the one to save me from my nightmares.

What I got in return was a divorce claim and his last words:

"Even though you're the last woman on earth, I'd never choose you."

I went back to my home to prove to Gary and his family that I wasn't the pauper I tend to be.

I was the daughter of the most influential family in the city, and I'd make them pay.

However, it breaks me that I sacrificed my precious years for him.

That's why I found myself at a bar, drowning in my misery and getting lost in my thoughts.

"Why's a pretty lady drinking all by herself in a bar?" A voice interrupted, and, feeling so heavy, I raised my eyes to meet him.

It felt like an illusion as this stranger was close to me, but that wasn't the shock. I was literally staring at my first crush, Miguel.

I ignored him, not wanting my heart to melt in his presence. If he was this close years ago, I would have ended up with him.

"It kills burying your problems to yourself," he muttered, and then ordered two bottles of martini, one of which he handed to me.

"Why are you here?" I questioned, staring into his eyes and feeling a bit tipsy.

"Heartbreak," he muses, and I suddenly giggle. Miguel doesn't get heartbroken; he is the opposite. He pressured me to tell him about my worries, and it took a lot of contemplation to open up because he was acting as though we were close or something.

His doleful eyes at me when he gulped that martini got me jinxed. We'd never meet again, and so there was no harm in opening up about my relationship.

When he had seen the burn on my skin, the anger and grief in his eyes felt as though he'd murdered Gary.

However, I tried hard to bury that old feeling because I don't trust men anymore.

"That fool doesn't deserve you," he mutters, and I roll my eyes, not quite interested in what he was saying.

"Hey, do you want me to kill him for you?" he added, and I only chuckled, but his gaze was seriously on me.

"I'm waiting for your response... Lindsey, anything you want me to do, I'd do it."

Shit! He knows my name. Miguel was always someone who was hard to see in person and barely noticed me back then.

I was lost in his gaze, and I can't really recall what happened last night except the memory of us kissing.

I just hope it ends there. Right now, I'm standing at my family's mansion. It's been five years, and I was here to become the heiress of the family business. With that power, I can make my enemies weep.

It's been five years away from home, and my return will cause some problems.

I slowly raised my gaze and found my father on the balcony, his eyes peering at me.

"The prodigal daughter returns," his voice mutters, and I scoffed unbelievably.

His intense gaze sent a cold running down my spine.

He was a tough man who never saw through my pains all the years I'd spent in this house.

"Welcome back, Lindsey," one of the maids whispered, distracting me from my father, and I lowered my gaze at her.

My heart felt weak as the servants welcomed me warmly, but I wore no smile. I ignored them and walked inside.

Not everyone wanted me back. My competitive stepbrothers, but no one terrifies me as much as Damian, the second child, who is my nightmare.

I walked through the hallway, scrutinizing every path I took until I got to my designated room.

This house had so many tragic memories attached to it, and even if it were a beautiful palace, in my heart, it will always remain the devil's lair.

I shuddered when he was the first I saw at a distance from my room.

He was the reason I ran away from home in the first place.

Damian gave me a dirty smile, his eyes lurching at me, and I felt my breath cease.

I trembled where I stood as fear engulfed me.

"Hey love!" he exclaimed, and I sucked in my breath.

I couldn't move as my body suddenly ached. My heartfelt heaven. I was vibrating.

Damian had his hands in his pockets as he catwalked closer to me. My head lowered at his feet.

All it took him was a step, and he was encroaching on my personal space.

He trapped the space between us, banging my back on my door.

His broad chest pinned against my breast. My lips part slightly, as if I feared for my life.

He kept steady eye contact with raised brows, his feet pointed inwards as he placed his hand in the position of his heart.

We were both staring intensively, and I could sense bewilderment in his eyes.

A sided smile escaped his lips as I twisted my hand into claws. I couldn't even defend myself as I was melting slowly just as he took my breath away.

He leaned his lips to my ear; his fingers brushed my cheek as I could feel his breath all over my face.

I suck in my breath, feeling so hot, and my body weakens.

"Seems my little puppet came back," he whispered, and I stuttered backward, but the door trapped me with him.

He chuckled evilly at me while licking his lower lips. The best way to avoid him was to shun him, but that seemed impossible.

I tried to regain my breath, intending to push him away, but he held my wrist and pulled me closer to himself.

His eyes darken at me as passion and lust fill him up. I froze, leaning to the door as we exchanged breath.

"I miss you, bitch."

Before I could wrench myself out of his grip, he had scooped me in his hands, and my heart fluttered.

I was void of thoughts as he squeezed me so hard in his arms I could feel my bones crack.

I could feel his heartbeat, as fast as mine. My body itches as my breath gasps in my throat.

I struggled out of his grip, almost weeping. Flashes of horrible memories flooded my head.

He tried to kiss me, but I shoved my face away. Fear flushes through me as his hotness simmers through my dress.

He makes me nervous, and his hand kneads my butt. I hated myself for remaining in that position.

He rubbed his concealed cock against my pussy, and I felt it standing erect in his pants.

His hands kept banging my body on his, and I went limp with no one to break me out of his hold.

"Shhh, stop being a wildcat, Lindsey; I'm welcoming you home," he whispers.

"Let me go! I swear I'd scream!" I threatened, and he held my lips, kissing me ardently so that I felt vulnerable.

I knew he didn't mind slamming me on this door and fucking me right there. He dragged his lips from my mouth, and I panted heavily.

"Argh, those lips were always mine," he proudly declared with a devilish smile, and I became speechless.

He'd get away with it, just as he always does. I felt wet and lost, letting out an unintentional moan.

I could hear his grin, like I was enjoying it, and then I felt his lips planting kisses on my neck.

"I know you miss me too, Lindsey; you want me. That's why you're back," he claims in a seductive tone.

Lindsey's POV

I frowned as my breath was rapid while I twisted my lips. I detest everything about him.

"Let me...go...Damian." I protested, barely recognizing my voice as I felt my nipples rising, which made me cringe.

He was taking my breath away, touching my sensitive parts.

"I want you, Lindsey...argh...that body of yours, I fucking miss it."

"Fuck, man, she's your sister," Adrian's voice comes in, with a mocking tone. I heard his footsteps drawing closer to us.

He was the first, and his voice only made me weary. He'd always support him.

Damian groaned softly as he released me and kissed me on the forehead.

I clutch my arms around my chest, panting heavily.

Sweat had beaded my face as Damian stepped away from me and walked up to where Adrian stood.

Adrian waved dismissively at me; his killer smile was depressing, as it reminded me of the day I ran away.

"Don't tell me you haven't gotten over her," he pressed on, and I felt disgusted as Damian took a glimpse at me and shook his head.

I tried not to shed a tear in their presence, and while I intended to make a move, Damian smacked my butt.

"Damian!" I roared, fussing at him to back off.

It boils my blood as his touch sends grief in my heart. My life has always been miserable with these two.

Damian teases me and touches my breast just to piss me off. I wish I wasn't weak and could fight.

All Adrian did was scoff unbelievably. He never stops Damian from his heinous act. The skin on my face tightened as I wore a sore expression.

"The old man's waiting," Adrian reminded, dragging him along to the dining room where everyone gets to meet.

However, Damian was still stealing peeks at me while his mouth snickered. I was frightened, like the world had ended.

I licked my lower lips subconsciously and shut my eyes, agonized that I would let Damian touch me.

If I became the heiress, these two men would be goners.

I growled and paced to the dining table.

This was meant to welcome me. There was no chance for me to rest my head.

The atmosphere was traumatizing; nothing changed, and my heart bled.

The table was served with different delicacies, and I got to sit opposite Damian, who kept staring at me.

It felt as though his life depended on it. I couldn't imagine the dirty thoughts lingering in his mind.

With that stare, he got me distracted, and sadness encroached on me.

I won't be spending the night here, never, not with Damian around.

My father had a bright face as he sat upright, his hand adjusting his kimono properly.

He was obsessed with Japanese outfits.

"The prodigal daughter finally returns," he dryly declares in a sarcastic tone.

I clenched my fist under the table and exhaled deeply.

His first statement was disturbing. He had no smile, and only Damian tossed it to me.

That was his way of welcoming me.

It left me wondering if Dad had ever asked of me since that day. He didn't even ask how I was faring and only asked:

"Why did you come back?"

He was straightforward, and his words hurt me. If only he'd just embraced me, but that would step on his ego.

I could see Damian and Adrian were curious too, as their probing eyes lowered at my lips.

I couldn't even eat a meal, as I was weary.

Their gazes were torturing, and I decided to give a reply. Having a family dinner makes me uncomfortable.

It felt as though this mansion would crumble on me, judging from the awkward silence and thrilling aura.

My eyes watched Damian pour himself a fruit juice, which I knew contained drugs. He was a junkie working on himself or just trying to deceive Dad.

Why was Damian occupying my head?

"I'm back to take the heirship from you," I proclaimed with a daring glare at Damian.

Damian suddenly poured his drink back as he almost choked. Adrian's cutlery slips off his hand.

They both threw a fierce gaze at me. That was a bold step declaring my intention.

Dad didn't say a word as he was busy slicing his steak. He'd find that challenging.

"The offer is off, Lindsey," he snapped, emotionless and taking a quick glance at me. His cold voice wasn't appealing.

He hadn't touched a meal either, and all he did was slice steaks and observe everyone in the dining room.

I folded my fist and swallowed hard, fighting back the tears in my eyes.

The mixed emotions were intensifying, but I've got to fight through and wear the crown.

From the looks of it, he hadn't declared his heir ever since I left him. I still have chances.

I knew he didn't trust these two after their previous mistakes of making his companies bankrupt.

"But I'm back now, to reclaim it," I pointed out with rage in my tone as the creepy eyes Damian posed at me twisted my stomach.

Dad only let out a deep sigh, as he was yet to give me a reply.

Perhaps I should have just accepted the offer the first time and not listened to the threatening message from Adrian.

"It's best you leave if you're here for the ownership," Adrian began in a low tone that seemed as though he was threatening me, as always.

"A girl can never handle a legacy."

Their words were loud and harsh, but nevertheless, I didn't want them to break me down.

Life was too miserable for me to fall weak again, but with Damian around, I was feeble.

I twisted my lips and sniffed as I folded my hand into claws.

Their harsh words made me look plainly at the dining table. I fell under depression, and just not to pass out, I closed my ears to voices.

"That's enough!" Dad ordered, thudding his hand on the table, and there was silence, but I purposely took a fork and clanked it on the ceramic plate in front of me.

He cleared his throat, snubbing the noise I created.

"If I get to see your husband, then I might consider."

Lindsey's POV

"What!" Adrian and Damian chorused as they shoved their gaze at their father.

That line came as a blow as it uplifted my spirit. I rolled my eyes at him; my heart felt at peace.

He was a man of few words, but then his declaration brightened my mood. I've got no man, but I could improvise.

I lazily directed my eyes at the door and found a little girl holding the hand of a young woman.

She was Adrian's spitting image, and I could see the love in his eyes for her; his lips curved like a smile.

That must be his wife and daughter. The sight of these two females made me turn pale.

"Dad!" Her little voice calls as she runs to embrace Adrian. He seems happy after ruining my life.

She kissed him on the cheek as Damian blew an invisible kiss at me. I froze where I sat.

I was losing my breath again as blurry images of Damian biting my collarbonesurfaced.

Then I felt his body on mine, naked, raw, and intensifying, his sweat and his growl like an animal, and my shrieking voice that got replaced by a moan.

His hot body rammed on mine as he kissed me deeply like he owns me.

My hand stretched out to Adrian, weeping that he should help, but all he did was make videos, laugh, and cheer up Damian.

My hands were shaking as tears clouded my eyes. I was suffocating, and the chats on the table never registered in my head.

He's so ridiculous, and I wish Dad had caught him doing that. I'd always hate him because he traumatized my teenage years.

If I were Adrian's daughter, would he have let Damian...argh! The memories were horrible.

I was in distress and angry, desiring to burn everyone gathered here, including my father.

The child left Adrian and waved at me before running over to Dad. His wife joined him where he sat and kissed him mildly on the lips.

The child's cheeks blush, and she compliments my beauty, telling that to Damian.

Seriously? Why, Damian? He winked an eye at me and then let out a wry smile.

I felt my blood pressure rise as I was restless.

I ignored the child, as all I thought about was destroying her father's ego. I must become the heiress.

Stressed, I rose up from the dining room even before his wife could introduce herself.

No one could stop me, or they just didn't want me in their midst. I must have bad luck, ruining the happy mood.

There was an outward show of apathy, while there was chaos in my mind, and I felt I'd go insane.

Annoyingly, I stepped out of the mansion, heading towards the garage, only to find Miguel.

He was right in front of me, and I was baffled.

I felt butterflies hovering around my stomach, my pulse was fast, and my dilated eyes were dazed by him.

My breath was slow as I paused along with time. I kept my chin raised and forced myself to breathe naturally.

Right there, I wished to embrace him, to weep in his arms. If there was only one person to understand me.

However, my heart shattered when I saw a gun beside him. I dried up where I stood, nervous and stuck at a crossroads.

Dad needed a groom, and he was suddenly walking out of the mansion. I could see him with his bouncers.

The dinner must be over, or he was just as bored as I was and decided to attend a meeting.

I trailed my eyes to the balcony and saw Damian staring below with a devious gaze. He looked serious, and our eyes locked.

I shifted my eyes from him and settled them on Miguel. Why wasn't he moving?

Did he send Miguel to kill Dad? I doubt it because he seems to be anticipating too.

Adrian must be back inside with his family. Father didn't notice as he was making a phone call, stomping in my direction.

One thing was certain: Miguel came right in time to save me, and he'd be my husband.

I was scared, but nevertheless, I needed a chance again.

It was left for him to play along or just shoot right there.

Miguel's POV

All it takes is one bullet, and she'd be dead. I was quite nervous, as though it was my first kill.

I never missed my target, and I was a legendary hitman.

My hands trembled as I could see her staring at me with heavy eyes like I was an alien.

The irony is that we had a one-night stand together, and the next day, I'd be shoving a bullet down her skull.

I swear it would be my last kill, but she was difficult to keep.

She was walking fast towards me, as though being chased by someone and frightened.

I arched my thumb on the trigger, almost raising the gun when she suddenly approached me and said,

"Marry me."

Her eyes were anxious. I had to hide the gun behind me, intrigued by the fierce look she gave me.

Her eyes expressed the pain and agony that she'd keep a secret.

"What?" I muttered, narrowing my gaze at her. That was so unexpected, and I couldn't tell why I was glued to a spot at the sight of her.

"Name your price," her lips further as she swiftly stuck a ring on her finger. There was just something about her that rendered me speechless and confused. Her eyes were pleading that I should play along.

It felt as though her life depended on it.

I tried to take it off immediately when her next line got me jinxed.

"Oh honey, you gave me a surprise visit! I love you!" She screamed, her eyes bright, but there were tears in them.

That smile was from a wounded soul. I could see a strand of tears drooling slowly from them.

I felt my heartache as my face turned pale. I was becoming sober.

Does she really smile this much?

My lips were shaky as I suddenly wished to hold her and wipe those tears away.

This was complicated. A bounty was laid on her head, and I'm her killer.