PROLOGUE: It's Not 'Who's Going To Let Me', It's 'Who's Going To Stop Me'

Y/n narrowed her eyes at the male, "You."

"Yes, it's me," the brown haired male smirked, "I know it's been about 10 minutes since we last saw each other but I missed you, sweetheart. "

Parker furrowed her eyebrows at Y/n and the man on the seat, "You know him?" She asked.

Y/n crossed her arms over her stomach, "Don't insult me."

"Playing hard get?" Matt bit his lower lip whilst nodding his head slowly, "I like that."

The h/c haired girl scoffed, "I'm not playing, sweetheart."
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Y/n L/n meets Mail Jeevas who seems to take quite the liking to her but will him being in the mafia come in between that? After all, if anyone wants to hurt Mail; all they have to do is hurt her.