“To everyone who made it here…” Devine raised a glass. “I am saying a big welcome. Today is just about me.”His eyes glim through the crowd.
“About my return and many more greatness. Cheers to more of this.”
The crowds cheered and they all raised a glass before taking it to their lips and dragging a sip from it.
Behind a corner, was the shy Nuella who would fight anything never to be at a gathering, but this one was for Devine.
She couldn’t miss a second to see what he would look like in black. Just like she had pictured. Self-sufficient and sophisticated. The way he addressed the crowd with so much pulse, looking all drop-dead gorgeous with a black suit and a white button-down inner that revealed the rigidness of his tattooed chest.
He was everything she had picture. His hair was packed backward in a classic Mullet and the little strands that flipped to the front left him with a badass look. He had a silver watch on his wrist and she couldn’t deny how insanely cute it complemented his tattoo.
A muscle in her stomach pinched. Her eyes followed through the crowds and she watched as he spoke to people, some were women-older women of his age, and the sight of it left her disgusted. The way women threw themselves at him, yet he barely made a glance past their direction.
Nuella was too lost in the beauty that Devine’s world created for her, she barely knew her father was in front of her already.
“You isolate yourself a little too much. Come let me introduce you to a few people.”
A low grumble escaped Nuella’s lips and her father didn’t miss the expression, but he gave no remorse to that. Introducing her to a few people always seemed to end with the same group of mafia men she had known all her life.
“Do I have to go with you?”
“Yes, child. Look around, your sister is having fun, and so are the other ladies. Go have fun.”
Nuella restrained tightly from the urge to roll her eyes so hard to the back of her head.
Firstly. She hated being called a child. She was a freaking grown-ass woman and if her father, brother, and siblings did not see that about her, then she was certain that Devine did.
Second and most definitely last. She hated the idea her father referred to as fun. Their fun was killing people, playing the edge of the knife against a person’s skin, indulging with older men who had a concubine, and letting them touch your bare back all in the name of hugs…
Disgusting.
To her, fun was the typical opposite. Her idea of fun was saving a life. Lying on the bed, and reading books about her favorite character… As she trailed behind her father, closing the space between them and a few mafia personnel, Nuella bit on her lower lips, making a mental note that she needed to add staring at Devine while he flipped stubborn strands of his hair backward as another list of fun. She bit on her lower lips, a jab of guilt crushing through her. Staring at Devine now, she had just realized how much she lied. She did have one of those Mafia fun ideas. Devine fucked lots of women, and that should be a thing for her to worry about, but Damn every freaking woman that existed because now she understood why they cower to their knees. The sight of watching him sip gently from that juice made her thirsty for his tongue.
Her stomach tightened and goosebumps spread across her body as she recalled how marvelous his tongue rolled against her clit. A weird feeling consumed her as she wondered if he had ever sucked anyone like the way he sucked her.
“Nuella, say hi to them.”
Her father’s words brought her from her overbearing thoughts.
She batted her lashes and forced out a smile as she met with the three predators, their gaze haunting her, with sexual cravings.
“Good evening everyone.”
“Pretty Nutella. You age so beautiful.”Just like every other time, Mr Den’s words concealed sexual assaulting than complement, but she smiled through it regardless.
“Thank you.” her reply was low, like a mere whisper and that earned her a glare from Me Den- a glare that he would call seductive-but they were rather disgusting to Nuella.
“I know you do not want her out of your space in soon time it would be glad to have her.
Mr Enzo’s brows pinched. The look in his eyes was enough to express his disbelief.
“She can only marry your son, not you.”
Mr Den chuckled softly, Eying Nuella with sexual lusting needs.
“That boy would not hold tightly onto this beauty, you know.” He wiggled his brows at her and she almost poked.
Mr Enzo sipped from his wine and whispered.
“My reason for bringing her here differs from whatever thoughts you are harboring. Keep your eyes away from my daughter, she is too young.”
The statement from her father that shaped Mr Den in place, had Nuella looking away, unable to hold the smile that formed at the corner of her lips.
On the contrary, her eyes caught with the sight of Devine, he was standing in the middle of two women-ladies if she must reframe and whatever it was they were saying seemed to have piqued Devine. A feeling of rage burned through her.
She leaned into her father.
“Excuse me, father.”
“You may leave.” Her father granted and before the older men could say another word of disgust, she vanished, with daring anger.
As she leaned closer to a wall, trying to smothen the scowl on her face, an unfamiliar cologne clogged her nostril followed by the voice of the person.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey,” Nuella replied. Clearly, uninterested in the 6’2 feet tall hazel eyes guy, that stretched a glass of cup to her.
“Care for a wine?”
“No.”She shook out a response and the guy smiled, unwilling to give up.
“You are beautiful.”
“I know. I hear that every day.”
Nuella was sure that she would have blushed red like a pumpkin if that compliment had come from Devine, but he was in the comfort of a woman who threw themselves to his feet. The typical opposite of what was happening, but so she believed.
******
“You are dismissed,” Devine said to the ladies who were gathering evidence for him. They were undercover agent and he had bought their tongue with hips of money. They passed whatever information he needed and he paid.
When Devine looked past the women’s the spot Nuella had occupied with her father some while ago was vacant. He looked around wondering where she had run off too. He had kept a close eye on her when she stood at the other corner, and even when she was with her father, he had only held tightly to himself because creating a scene would not be too good.
She looked super hot In the backless ruffle dress that hugged her shape dearly and he wanted to pluck a knife into the eyes of any man that stared at her with lust. Her brown hair was always left In a bouncy wave and the lip gloss that stayed on her lips was like a second skin, giving her out, with more beauty.
A muscle in Devine’s jaws pinched as he looked around to meet Nuella standing with a man. His fist tightened. His eyes ambled into darkness as he closed the distance between him, Nuella, and the man that was pestering his possession.
Before he could get to them, Nuella had already excused herself, leaving the man to himself, while he salivated at the retreating steps of Nuella, his stretched hands still in the air like the dumb fool that he is.
Devine took the glass of wine from the man whose mouth was slightly opened, with a desire to have Nutella.
He blinked back staring at Devine dumbfoundedly.
“Do I know you?” His question seemed really dumb to Devine. Being asked for your profile when you are the host of an event sounded funny, but that was fine.
“Knowing me should not be your problem dummy. Looking at her with lustful eyes should be your problem.”
“Are you her man?”
It wasn’t a question, but if it was, he still didn’t have an answer to that particular question. She was not his girlfriend, but she was his possession.
“I am sure you like your eyes intact, one more move closer to her and I will make sure you do not have eyes to see again.”
A pinch of fear settled in the guy’s eyes. He swallowed hard trying to match up with Devine’s unfazed expression but he knew he was no match.
“If I do not stay away from her?” It was not supposed to be a question it was curiosity that had him overstepping his boundaries and he wished he didn’t.
“I will chop your balls off and feed them to you, and I will make sure that I ruin whatever existing family you have.”The look on Devine’s face remained unfazed as his voice sliced through the air, like the lethal edge of a blade, installing more fear into the already fearful man.
Haunted by Devine’s piercing eyes and Lethal words, he dropped his glass cup on the nearby counter and ran off.
Devine chuckled softly, watching as the guy ran off, into the crowd-like air.
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Nuella was lurking around the corners of the Terrace, some space away from the party when she suddenly felt a powerful hand pulling her to the dark. She screamed, but her scream was muffled by the powerful hands that covered her mouth, pinning her tightly to the wall.