The loud voice of a horn pulled my attention back to the present.
I had just stopped my car outside of the address that the GPS was showing, and although it were eight p. m., and the darkness of night had covered the residential area, all the lights were off of the home that I was standing outside at.
I checked my GPS again to see if I had made any mistake but the location was showing the same.
Then I remembered that my uncle had mentioned about a coffee shop that he ran after retiring from his position as a police officer when I had talked to him over phone three days ago.
This was actually the second time in my whole life that I was going to see my uncle, Vincent.
I barely remembered the last time when I had seen him. I was about twelve years old then. I remembered running into his arms after seeing him enter the threshold of our house.
But then one day he stopped coming to our home. He did not even come to my parents’ funeral. My mom always said that my uncle was out there if I ever needed him.
Although I had not met him for almost thirteen long years, but when I decided to leave my life behind, he was the only person that came into my mind.
And to my surprise, when I called him and awkwardly asked if I could come to stay with him for a couple of days, he immediately said yes without any question asked.
I grabbed my phone from the dashboard and dialed Vincent’s number. Even after trying four times, it kept going to an engaged tone. I searched for the second address that Vincent had mentioned. It was of his coffee shop.
The address was about two miles away from my current location. Without waiting, I started driving again and did not stop until I was at the mentioned address.
I parked my car across the street and started walking towards the coffee shop that was right in the middle of a busy street of the main city.
Or let’s just call it a coffee shop.
From what I could see from outside, it looked nothing like a coffee shop.
The entryway was blocked by a Harley which almost looked like a deliberate mistake of wrong parking. Although the gates of the coffee shop were made of see through mirror, half of them were covered by heavy curtains.
And the sign on the door said Welcome.
Umm.. from nowhere it looked like a warm welcome.
I managed to squeeze past the Harley and push open the door of the coffee shop.
The chiming bells over the doorway started ringing and my eyes went up to look at them in surprise while walking forward.
I had taken just two steps inside when my body collided with something hard and my footing slipped.
I fell hard on my ass and an ‘ooof’ sound left my lips.
My eyes had unknowingly closed with my fall and when I opened them, instead of a wall, my eyes took in a set of brown cowboy boots.
My eyes followed the path of those boots and took in the dark blue jeans clad muscular legs, and then a wide buckled waist to a white t- shirt covered rock hard chest, and then the most gorgeous fucking thing that I had ever seen.
A set of black eyes stared down at me. His mouth curved in an amused smile.
The gorgeous thing standing in front of me had put his hands on the side of his waist over the belt, which was over his hips. The white t- shirt that was hugging his body like a second skin was stopping at the zip of his jeans.
“Want to get up?” He asked.
I blinked.
He extended his one hand down at me with a bit of laughter in his voice.
I blushed immediately.
Then without taking his hand I got up from the floor and looked up into his eyes.
“Are you a barista here?” I asked. Although I had just made a fool of myself in front of him, I was not going to continue being one by showing him that I was completely smitten by his beauty.
He tilted his head to side a little in a completely sexy move, and let me tell you, I had never heard anyone call a head tilt sexy, but if a thing like that existed, I had just witnessed one.
“Something like that.” He replied.
“Can you please make me a coffee?”
Fuck! Now why the hell did I say that?
His eyes started looking like melting pools of a dark ocean.
Instead of answering me, he waited for a couple of seconds, making me feel self conscious as hell. And then he nodded his head at me and took a step backward, inviting me in.“Thank you.” I mumbled in a low tone and quickly went ahead to stand in front of the coffee counter.The mysterious beauty man walked around the counter and started to prepare the coffee.Even though I did not want to appear as some desperate, horny, cringing woman, unknowingly my gaze kept going back to look at him.The way he looked, it was impossible to imagine him as a barista. But anyway, who was I to judge a person?“Your taste?” his voice had me almost fall down on the ground in shock.&ldquo
I got back home with uncle. He did not know that I was married or I had runaway.So when he asked the reason for my visit I told him that I was planning on changing cities for a fresh start and was thinking of settling somewhere near Texas.
The sound of bells chiming snatched my attention. I turned my head to see uncle Vincent walking inside with a carry bag in his hands, his eyes on us."What are you both doing?"
The burly man turned around instantly and went away. My eyes were searching here and there. Trying to catch anybody's eyes that would save me, or at least alert the local police.I did not know who these men were. Or actually, I did.
Turned out, Max had called the cops.When he was on the call earlier, he had called the police. When the police had arrived, Max and the police had greeted each other like long known best friends.
The Next DayMy things were packed. I was standing near my suitcase, wondering where I should go next.
VarysFlintStrong arms with rippling muscles covering every inch of his body were punching on a heavy weighted bag that was hanging from a ceiling.His anger was crossing the limits of sanity. The thoughts ofherwere making him go blind in need.And the thought of her getting hurt by his own men was making him see red. His fists slammed against the bag harder, punching it with all the power that he had earned throughout the years of practice."Boss..." a voice rang behind him, shivering in fear for disturbing him in his personal time, "She is staying in Texas only. With a man named Vincent."His punch landed so hard on the bag that the bag broke its grip from the ceiling and fell down on the floor with a loud bang.The dead body of Rooney, the goon who had dared to hurt her, who had dared to grab her hair and drag her despite of getting clear instructions of not laying even a finger upon her body
"Who are you?" His deeply husky and serious voice asked her."H.. Hector's friend?" She stammered. Intimated by his presence."Why are you in this room?" He questioned while leaning forward. Intimidating her even more than she was already feeling.Varys stared in amusement at the pretty girl with innocent eyes. Her jean shorts and Croatia top that she was wearing were complimenting her creamy white skin.