EDITED: 17th March 2019

Diavolo.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I sat in my comfortable rotating chair, in my spacious office wondering about her. No matter what I did, my thoughts always drifted towards her...

Her brown hair, Her hazel brown eyes, The smile on her face when she is talking or the way her hair swings when she walks. I didn't know what was happening to me and I couldn't quite decide whether I liked it or not.

Brooklyn has invaded my thoughts and dreams since I first met her yesterday. It was as if she reached deep down and clicked something in me. Wow, the most dangerous mafia boss in the whole world was finally a pussy.

Nice going, Diavolo.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as my phone rang on the desk in front of me,

"What?" I said harshly into the phone.

"Boss, The Russians are causing a ruckus again." Ryder, my second-in-command, replied.

I cursed under my breath. Fucking Russians. The only mafia in the world who were actually considered as my 'competition'. They were good, I'll give them that as they always escaped after bombing my clubs or murdering my men but I am dead serious when I say I'll find the boss and torture the motherfucker slowly.

"Where this time?" I asked him.

"Near the border. They burned down the place. Marco was doing the daily rounds and found it in flames." He said.

"I'll be there." I hung up as I grabbed my gun from the drawer and slung a coat over my body before making my way towards my car and driving off. ---

When I reached there, it wasn't in flames. There were men clearing up the aftermath and it was pissing me off how easily the Russian assholes entered my territory and burned it up.

"We gotta do something about this, boss."

"I know, Ryder. But first, find the motherfucker who is betraying me. Send me the records of possible suspects. Make people open up their mouths and if they don't, you know what to do. I am leaving, I want all the information set for tomorrow."

I knew there was someone helping the Russians entering and escaping as no one on the outside could ever do so much damage without having any help from my side. I was not a mafia boss for nothing.

With that, I marched my way towards my car and sped off to one of my clubs. I needed a drink and a possible good fuck. Brooklyn and all this was doing a number on me.

Brooklyn. As soon as her name popped up in my thoughts, everything about her did too. That girl was making me feel things that I have never felt before. Ever. And I knew I had to know more about her or I would go crazy. I still remember when I met her yesterday,

Flashback-

"I don't like dumbfucks like you fucking up my business. Goodbye Max." With that, I took out my gun and shot him right in the forehead. The gun had a silencer so as to not alert any passerby. Straightening my posture and stuffing my gun back in the gun holder on my waistband, I started walking towards my car before I heard a soft voice cursing.

I hid behind one of the trees and watched as she slammed her car door and walked towards the hood of it. I let my eyes trail all over her body. My god was she hot. I've had my fair share of women but this one could beat them all easily.

It wasn't until she cursed again that I noticed something was wrong.

Stepping out I started, "Be careful sweetheart, those are some very unpleasant words."

End-

Groaning, I shook my head before taking crazy turns and parking at the club. Jumping out and clicking the doors lock, I ignored everyone around me making my way inside the club and to my private lounge.

Sitting on the bed and tugging my tie and shoes off, I took the telephone kept on the desk and called the manager who was probably down busy with all the regulars,

"Bryce. Send me something strong and one of the bimbos. Make sure she's brunette." So I can forget the brunette who stayed in my mind, I thought as I hung up on him without waiting for a reply.

A couple of minutes later, came in a blue-eyed brunette in the shortest dress I've ever seen, sashaying her way towards me with some shots on the tray in her hands. She leaned forward showing her too big boobs and settling the tray in front of me,

"There you go, sir." She tried to purr and give me a seductive glance but only looked like she was constipated. Damm, Brooklyn was prettier.

I shook my head, No. No more Brooklyn. I will fuck this girl out and get Brooklyn out of my system.

Motioning her to come near me, I leaned up and kissed her. Her mouth tasted like dirt and when she tried to shove her tongue in my mouth I felt disgusted like I was doing something wrong. Like I was betraying Brooklyn, which sounded absurd. Even in my mind.

I pushed her way and examined her face. Her eyes weren't hazel like Brooklyn's. Her lips weren't plump like Brooklyn's. Her breasts weren't perky but small like Brooklyn's. She wasn't beautiful like Brooklyn, she was just plain.

She was nothing like Brooklyn.

I pushed her away, "Get out of my sight."

Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to come closer but I pushed her away again, "I said GET OUT OF MY FACE."

Tears fell from her eyes as her makeup started to smudge and she ran away, slamming the door shut on her way and I sighed leaning back on the bed pinching my nose bridge.

I was frustrated, it seemed like every girl I saw now was just plain and too simple for my taste. I wanted, no, craved Brooklyn. The girl who I met just yesterday, The girl who probably didn't feel the same...

No. I refuse to think that. She will feel the same no matter what length I had to go to make her feel so. She didn't know it yet, but she was mine. Mine to keep, Mine to cherish, Mine to fuck and Mine to possess.

I grabbed a shot out of the tray the bimbo brought and tipped my head back, drinking it all in one breath. I took out my phone from the back pocket of my pants,

I dialed Ryder and waited for him to pick up, "Yes, boss?"

"I need you to find full information on Brooklyn. I don't know her last name but I'll text you her address. I need files about her on my office by tomorrow morning along with the rest of the documents."

"On it, boss." He said and I hung up.

Swirling another shot in my hand I let my thoughts wander...Oh, Brooklyn,

You don't know what you have gotten yourself into, darling.

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

looks like our lad diavolo has caught quite an obssession towards sweet little Brooklyn.

i did edit this chapter hurriedly as i was super excited to post it so if you find any grammar errors do notify me!

i was going to make another brooklyn's pov but i thought you guys should understand a little bit more of what is going on in diavolo's mind too.

hope y'all liked the chapter. thankyou for reading.

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