Louring (Luh-or-ing)
v. Look angry or sullen
Look dark and threatening

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"Riley, please go handle table seven," Amanda, the owner of the fine cafe gently spoke. She was an old lady with dyed blonde hair that settled at a bob and wrinkly old skin. A small smile was what graced Riley's face as she sent a nod Amanda's way.

Riley walked over to table seven, irritated at the tight waitress outfit which was nothing but a light blue dress that reached the middle of her thigh and a white apron that displayed itself in front of it. It fit her like a second skin, and she hated it.

Table seven was a teenage boy with his girlfriend, who he paid no attention to because his eyes were traveling over Riley's body. Riley's innocence would even allow her to realize what the young boy was doing. She sent a smile to the girl and pulled her notepad out from the little pocket in the middle of her apron.

"Hello, my name is Riley and today I wi-"

Cutting her off, the cafe door opened to reveal a man who was more handsome than any man she's ever encountered. He had tan skin which was tainted in tattoos that covered every inch of skin he had to show like a blanket, dark brown curly hair plastered on the top of his head. His jaw was sharp, and his face hid any sort of emotion. He had very plump lips for a male which were tinted pink. His eyes looked to belong to the devil as his orbs gazed around the room as if he were in search of something-or someone.

His eyes stopped as he looked into Riley's. Her heartbeat picked up, and her smile that she welcomingly held on her face, vanished. She wanted to look away but his eyes put her into some type of spell, it made her intrigued and left her panties to dampen all in one.

Fighting with everything within her, she turned her eyes away. When she turned back to see if he had vanished, she was expecting him to have looked away, but his eyes were still blazing deep within hers. Her stomach turned. She didn't know who he was, but for some reason, she felt a pull that she didn't want to be complied to follow.

He winked at her, and from that small motive, her breaths were left uneven. He whispered something to the man beside him and walked off to the back of the cafe where only the employees were allowed to be.

"You know that man?" The boy whose table she was waitressing at had asked.

"No."

He seemed dangerous, and it frightened Riley to the max, but her own curiosity clouded her fear. "I'll be right back," she told the couple as she slowly walked to the back.

Chaotic-it's not even the word that fit the description of what was happening. Screaming, yelling, and begging could be heard. She should've ran, but she took baby steps toward the offices, looking for Amanda or Amara. At least someone.

When she got to Amanda's office, the cries were loud but it didn't belong to the kind old lady, it belonged to Riley's best friend.

"Amara!" she shouted throwing the door open. Horrifically, Amara sits on her knees sobbing her eyes out as she held the woman who was so kind, and who did no wrong in her lap. She didn't care about the blood that now ruins her clothes, Amara was crying for the woman who's life ended from a bullet. Riley couldn't get herself to cry, all she could do was watch. She finally moved her legs to bend down and held the sobbing Amara close to her chest.

"Who would do something like this?!" Amara shouted, releasing the sadness and anger into her words.

"You should know, Daniellina," the door opened to reveal the man from earlier. The jaw-dropping one. His voice was sexier than his looks as his accent could be heard and his deep alluring voice erupted Riley into a shiver.

Amara immediately grew tense in her arms. Her crying stopped and her gaze lifted up from the woman in her arms and to the man who was the king of her nightmares. Mascara was running down her face and her body now trembled in fear. "S-Stephano?" She stuttered.

"D-Daniellina?" He mocked her. Riley sat confused but kept her head down, sometimes gazing at the man from the corner of her eyes.

"And another girl," he stated,and before anyone could stop it, a harsh tug was what Riley felt. Almost pulling out the long strands of her black hair, he forcefully lifted her head up to gaze into the man's blue eyes.

He pulled her up to stand right in front of him his hand still fisted into her hair. "Who is this?" Stephano asked his sister. A whimper climbed out Riley's throat as he continued to gaze down at the woman within his hold.

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"Please don't hurt her, please!" Amara begged while in a cry. Stephano was highly annoyed and irritated with the constant begging.

"Shut up." Was the order he sliced through the air. He turned the girl around to have her body pressed against his as he held onto her neck in a tight hold. His dick was pressed against her back and her ass was almost burning him as it sat on his thigh. Something about the girl in his arms was so damn sexy that he just wanted to push her onto the desk and show her how pleasurable he could be, not even caring that his sister was in the room.

A click echoed through the ear drums of Riley as she felt the coolness of a gun on the side of her head, and in an unharmful way his rough yet gentle calloused hand wrapped around her neck harder. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. All she could do was stand there in shock and try to pry the strong, muscular arm off of her which could easily snap her neck, or choke her to her death.

"I want to kill you," he honestly said to his sister. Riley whimpered again not being able to do anything else since she is in his choke hold. The sound of his voice sought blood and dripped with hatred, anyone could hear the amount of ruthlessness coming from such a scary man. All the thoughts that occurred in Riley's mind-the thoughts of the different possibilities that can happen in that very moment if she doesn't get Amara and herself away from this situation, were scary.

The black, shiny gun that he had rested on her temple slowly moved down to the right corner of her mouth. Stephano could feel the trembling body against his. "P-please don't hurt her. She has nothing to do with this!" Amara cries out once again. Her blue eyes shimmer with tears as she felt the guilt of her friend being put in the middle of the family battle.

"Relax, sis. I just want to have some fun," he chuckled out humorlessly. "We want to have some fun, right baby girl?" He asks tormentingly.

Riley stays silent as a reply due to the shock that still overwhelmed her mind and soul, but that only resulted in him taking the safety of the gun. Click.

She nodded her head, fearful of what he would do. "See, sis?" He speaks out his words and allows the emotion of revenge to seep out of each word that was spoken. His lips twisted into a snarl as he looked down at the woman he wanted to kill with every fiber in him.

He moved the weapon directly in between Riley's lips. Without any warning, he shoved the gun deep into her mouth causing her to choke. "It's fun, right baby?" He asks with a tormenting chuckle, the smirk was heard as he spoke in his darkly luring voice that was begging for someone to stop him, but the cries were only silent because his mind now blankets his heart. The nasty taste of metal was circling in her mouth which had her gagging in distaste, but the man only pushed it down further.

Riley nods her head again as a lone tear slid down and off her face, landing on the tile of the office floor. "Stephano, please don't," Amara begged him as she stared at the two people in sadness, regret, and pity.

Completely ignoring her, he used his gun to push in and pull out of her mouth continuously. "Don't do what, daniellina?" He innocently asks her although anger was still shouting out at them leaving behind a loud echo that could be heard hundreds of miles away. He shoved the gun deeper down her throat this time causing his fingers to run across her lips leaving behind small tingles. At the moment, Stephano could only focus on how perfectly this girl fit against his body which molded into his in a precise manner.

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Riley could feel his hard member pressing against her back which made her want to kick it in anger.

A very loud gag comes out of her mouth as he shoves it in deeper then finally stopped and pulls the gun out, completely. A sob escapes Riley as she closes her eyes shut in an attempt to escape this reality.

"Stephano, I'm sorry. I really am!" Amara cried taking a step closer to her friend but that only resulted in him dragging the gun back up to Riley's temple. The little amount of calm she had gotten had suddenly escalated and resulted in her to be far more scared than before. Her heart beat was thumping rapidly within her chest and her breaths were short and uneven as she felt the coolness of metal on the side of her head. There was a man who will kill in a heartbeat against her back, ready to strike at any wrong move.

The gun was now taken off of Riley and pointed at Amara, but his other hand was still wrapped around Riley's neck. It was not allowing her to move, not even in the slightest bit. Even if he allowed her to, she probably wouldn't have.

"Although, I do like the thought of killing you-" he said casually to his only sister.

"Please don't," he heard the beauty in his arms softly whimper out.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her hair flowed in loose black curls down to her waist, her beautiful green eyes shimmered with innocence, and her cute button nose tied the whole innocent look. Her lips were plump and pink, the temptation of kissing her grew. Her hourglass body figure was making him lust after her even further.

"So, my baby girl speaks," he states with a sadistic smirk. "Aren't you a sexy little thing?" He asked her and he used his hand to move down her neck and to her boob.

He bent down to her ear where he nibbled on my earlobe and glided his tongue around it. "Don't make me repeat myself," he whispered into her ear as he let go of her neck and snaked his arm around her waist.

"I guess," she didn't know how answer his question. The sass wasn't intended, but it's the way it came out.

"Hmm," he hummed in response his eyes still glued to hers. As if he were thinking about something.

"Let's make a deal," he whispers tormentingly in her ear. "What deal?" She whispers back glancing to the side to see his blue eyes.

"I won't kill Amara, but only for a price," he quietly states so Amara can't hear their conversation, knowing she'd convince the vixen to not give herself to him.

"Anything," she whispered looking up at him with hope circling her mind. She just wanted to save Amara from this man who looked like he'd kill anything without any remorse.

"I get to keep you," he tells her. His hand slides under the dress she is wearing and rest just on the outside of her underwear. She stares at him in shock and looks back over at Amara to see she is gone. He must've noticed that too, but it was already too late because Amara was behind him and had clucked him over the head with a chair causing him to fall over in pain. "Fuck!" He groaned.

"Riley, run!" She shouted at her. She didn't waste any more time as she ran down the hallway and to the door that led to an exit. She pulled the door, and as soon as she did someone had pulled her into a hard chest.

"And where do you think you are going?" An unfamiliar voice spoke. He dragged her away and threw her into a white BMW that was in the middle of other expensive looking vehicles.

Moments later, the man from earlier walked out of the cafe with blood gushing from the side of his head where Amara had got him, but where is Amara?

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