Dylan

B-LL-HIT 2 stories

Summary

Dylan is given an ultimatum, marry in a year and have a kid or lose your title to the throne in the mafia world. What do you think will happen? I spotted him dancing with a red-haired. I didn't want to interrupt so I went over for a drink but before you can say Jack in Jack Robinson. I was pulled or more like dragged into a room by the creep. I looked up to see his shades were gone and I could see his beautiful blue eyes. Oh that chiseled jaw and his sculpted lips that I just want to kiss so badly, where did that come from? Probably the alcohol. ''What do you think you are doing?'' The creep asked with a slight British accent. ''What do you mean and can you let go of me, please?'' I asked nicely. ''Why were you dancing with that scumbag?'' He asked with anger. ''None of your business, you little twat.'' I replied with equal anger. ''I will like you to know that I am pretty huge and do not change the topic'' He said. ''I do not care if you are- '' He did not just say what I think he said. I cleared my throat, ''As I was saying, you are no one to me so why should I answer to you?'' I said with anger. ''You are mine, you get it.'' He said with anger back. ''Did you hit your head?Are you mad? When did I become yours?'' ''Do not talk to me like that, you little bitch.'' He said Hell is gonna break soon.