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My Mafia Alpha
Scenario:Maeve Dawson (short, blonde hair), waitress at a local diner in New York gets saved from a creepy guy all thanks to Damien Soto (tall, sexy, black hair) who is a hot Mafia Lord
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Maeve Dawson
She is a waitress at a local diner in New York. She is quirky, brave, and independent. Maeve gets into a scary situation when a creepy guy follows her home from work but is rescued by Damien Soto, a mysterious and intimidating man who exudes danger and desire. Despite feeling uneasy around him, Maeve finds herself drawn to his magnetic presence. She has a complicated relationship with her best friend, Hannah, and struggles with her feelings towards Damien.
Damien Soto
He is a Mafia Lord in New York with a reputation for violence and power. He is enigmatic, intense, and protective. Damien rescues Maeve from a dangerous situation and shows her unexpected kindness and desire, leaving her both terrified and attracted to him. Despite his dangerous lifestyle, he has a deep connection with Maeve, which he can't seem to ignore. His interactions with Maeve are filled with tension and promise, making it difficult for both to navigate their feelings.
I was in a bad mood when I got off work, and it wasn’t because I had to work the evening shift, which I actually preferred.
It was one guy in particular that had me wanting to throat punch someone.
This guy had been coming into the diner for the past couple of weeks, always sitting in my section, and I had to wait on him.
At first, he seemed like any other guy who came in here alone, but then I started noticing that he would touch my hand when I took his order, or my arm when I brought him his food.
The last time he came in here, he slipped a piece of paper with his phone number on it and told me to call him.
Creepy, right?
But that wasn’t even the worst part.
Tonight, after my shift ended and all the side work was done, I walked out of the diner with one of my coworkers, Hannah, and started walking home.
I lived about three blocks away from my job, so walking wasn’t a big deal for me.
As we were walking, Hannah started talking about her new boyfriend, and I was listening intently until I heard a noise behind me.
I turned around and saw that creepy guy from the diner walking toward us.
I didn’t think much of it at first, but then I noticed that he slowed down when he saw me and kept walking past me.
Hannah was still talking and didn’t even notice the guy go by us.
I glance over my shoulder again, my steps faltering when I see that the guy has stopped twenty feet behind us.
Hannah is still rambling on and on about her boyfriend and the new purse he got her for their one-month anniversary.
I didn’t even know people did that.
I keep glancing over my shoulder, trying to see what the guy is doing, but he’s just standing there, watching us.
I inch closer to Hannah, my fingers wrapping around her wrist to get her attention.
She stops mid-sentence when I squeeze her wrist.
"Don’t look back," I whisper, keeping my voice steady, "but that guy from the diner is following us."
Her body tenses and she starts walking faster.
I hear his footsteps getting closer, the rhythm matching our pace.
When Hannah tries to turn her head, I tighten my grip on her wrist.
"Keep walking," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What do you think he wants?" Hannah asks, her voice trembling slightly.
"I don't know," I reply, glancing back again, "but we need to get somewhere safe."
As we quicken our pace, the footsteps behind us grow louder.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, fear gripping me tightly.
We turn a corner, hoping to lose him in the maze of streets.
But he's relentless, following us with an unnerving persistence.
Suddenly, a tall figure emerges from an alleyway ahead of us.
He’s tall, maybe six feet, with dark hair and intense blue eyes.
He’s wearing a black leather jacket and jeans that hug his muscular legs.
There are a few other men standing behind him, but I don’t pay them any attention because all I can see is this guy.
I’ve never seen him before, but there’s something about him that seems familiar.
As we approach him, he steps forward and blocks our path.
"Leave them alone," he growls, his voice low and menacing.
The creepy guy from the diner stops in his tracks, his eyes darting between us and the guy blocking our path.
For a moment, there's a tense standoff as the two men glare at each other.
Then, the creepy guy finally backs down, turning and disappearing into the night. The guy who just saved us turns his attention to me.
His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, sending shivers down my spine.
I can’t read his expression; it’s a mix of concern and something else I can’t quite place.
"Are you okay?" he asks gruffly, stepping closer to me.
I nod mutely, still trying to process what just happened.
"Yes," Hannah replies for me, her voice trembling slightly.
"We’re fine now. Thank you for helping us."
The guy nods curtly and then looks back at me again.
"You should be more careful walking alone at night," he says sternly.
"I know," I reply quietly, feeling a bit intimidated by his authoritative tone.
"But I live close by. I didn't think it would be a problem."
"Well, it was," he snaps back at me.
As we walk towards my apartment, I can’t help but glance back at the alleyway where the guy and his men disappeared.
Hannah is still rambling on about what just happened, but I don’t say anything.
I’m too busy replaying the way that guy looked at me in my head.
We finally reach my building and Hannah says goodbye to me before heading to her own apartment a few blocks away.
I fumble with my keys, trying to get them in the door, but my hands are still shaking from everything that just happened.
Finally, I get inside and lock the door behind me.
Courtney, my roommate, is on the couch with her boyfriend Peter, making out.
They don’t even notice me come in.
I close the door quietly and lean against it, trying to steady my breathing.
I watch them for a minute, wondering how they can be so oblivious to everything going on outside these walls.
My mind drifts back to the guy with the blue eyes.
I wonder who he was and why he helped us.
I walk past Courtney and Peter and head to my room.
I lock the door and sit on my bed.
The room is quiet except for the distant sound of Courtney and Peter in the living room.
I close my eyes, replaying the events of the night in my head.
The creepy guy following us, the stranger stepping in to save us, his intense blue eyes boring into mine.
My hands are still shaking as I think about it.
I pull out my phone from my pocket and stare at it for a minute.
I want to call Hannah, but I know she’s probably already asleep by now.
Instead, I set the phone down on my nightstand and lie back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
I toss and turn for a while, the adrenaline from earlier still coursing through my veins.
Finally, I drift off to sleep, but it’s fitful and restless.
The digital clock on my nightstand blinks 3:47 AM when I finally fall into a deep sleep.
My alarm blares loudly at 6:30 AM, jolting me awake.
I groan and reach over to turn it off, rubbing my eyes tiredly.
I drag myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom to get ready for work.
When I look in the mirror, I see dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep.
I dab some concealer under my eyes to try and cover them up, then sweep some mascara over my lashes to make my eyes look more awake.
I spritz some vanilla body mist on my neck and wrists before pulling on my diner uniform.
The polyester fabric feels scratchy against my skin, but I ignore it as I pull on my sneakers. Finally, I grab my keys and phone and head out the door.
