Emily's POV

My heart raced as I quickly ambled towards the counter, avoiding gaze with the man in the hood. As I slid onto the counter, my eyes kept darting in his direction. He walked into the café, smirking as he sipped his coffee. I felt a cold chill ran down my spine when I noticed he was exchanging frequent glances in my direction

I know who he is. That same man who ran into me.. The one Collin mentioned was his rival in their Mafia clan.

“Do you need anything else?” The server asked, a warm inviting smile tugged at his lips.

“No. Thank you,” I replied, forcing a...