Lazar's POV
The meeting ended later than I wanted. It was exhausting. I hated sitting in such places for so long.
A room full of men pretending they weren't afraid of me. A table full of egos pretending they mattered.
I stepped out into the quiet street with the same relief a caged animal feels when the door finally cracks open. The evening air was cool, the sky washed in fading darkness. I lit a cigarette, letting the burn settle in my lungs, and exhaled slowly.
My mind was still in the territory dispute, and how many people I had to wipe out... until I saw her.
Across the road. Outside the little café. Sitting alone. And just for a fleeting second, I forgot every damn thing I was thinking.
She lifted her head to tell the waiter her order, lips curling into the softest smile. Those cute, chubby cheeks. The girl was adorable. There was an innocent charm in her aura that captivated me, and I was completely consumed.
