Hidden Mafia love with the campus girl

In the initial encounter Nalia had with him, was thinking of medicine that was beyond her financial means.It was pouring down on the University College London stone steps. Water poured down the railings anding taxis, cowering under coats.Nalia stood motionless, holding coins in her palm.Six pounds and twenty pence.Thirty was the price of her sister's inhaler.Nalia closed her hand. She did not cry. She never cried in public.A black car pulled up next to her feet, which left her quite upset, and she started screaming out in an untold manner.The engine went quiet. And a tall, black, well-composed man stepped out, pushed his coat backward, streaming a slow-motion state. His face looked so calm; his beauty was beyond that of the fallen angel. His eyes seemed to tally the shadows on the road, recisely, not in a hurry. He did not look lost. He seemed to have come to a purpose.His gaze slowly meets Nalia'sNot a glance. A claim. But a look of ownershipNalia turned her head and strode greedily away, rushing out of his sight."Nalia."Her name cut through the rain.She looked confused and surprised at the same time, and could not restrain herself. "Do I know you?" she asked out of curiosity.Adrian's lips moved slowly, then curved into a small, irresistible smile. "No. But I know you." He said softly.Her breath caught as her heart rushed ahead. He strolled over to her and into the building. The car drove away. Nalia was there, and the rain was on her, and her heart was a-throbbing, fluttering in quick, uneven beats.She was not aware that her life hadalready changed.It was grey in the morning over London. Nalia had put on her finest blue blouse. Her bag strap had tght set for a busy day.She was twenty years old, in her final year of Business Administration. She served in the evenings at a cafe in the neighbourhood of Bloomsbury. Sh each week. She slept four hours a night.Her father died in two years.Formal diagnosis was that of heart failure. However, two men had since knocked at their door after tThey asked about ledgers. About hidden money. Of a crime net that I had never heard of.Nalia had burnt all the files she came across in his drawer.She could still sniff the smoke in her dreams.Hey," Lita called, waving through the door of the lecture hall. "You look like death.""I'm fine.""You're lying," Lita said. "But come. Big donor today. Probably,he rescues our broken lives."On the stage, there was a banner painted inside.Campus Start-up Investment Programme.Students buzzed with hope. The dean, then, came in with the rain man.Nalia's breath stopped.One of them was Mr.Adrian Lucien, the dean, said. He invests in student projects in London.Adrian nodded once. Calm voice. No wasted motion. The room appeared to him as a chessboard.His gaze stopped on Nalia, the girl he had met earlier, drenchedShe could feel heat on the side of her neck.Students swarmed around him after the talk and gave him ideas. Lita pushed Nalia forward.About your delivery plan, tell him, Lita said.Nalia was talking to market traders about her little logistics venture to market traders. She showed numbers. Routes. Profit margins. She wasabout a rent payment. Because it did.Adrian stood and let his eyes rest on her, taking in her quiet beauty."You built this alone?" he asked softly, but still had his eyes fixed on her"Yes," Nalia replied"You understand risk?" he asked"I live with it." She said calmly, though with pain that seemed to be from far deepSomething warm passed through his eyes fora second. Then it vanished.He gave her a card. Their fingers touched, and a silent thrill passed between them.Adrian LucienLucien Development Trust"Meet me tomorrow," he said. "We discuss funding."Nalia nodded. She needed that chance.She had not noticed Dr. Kato, one of the lecturers at the university, though in an undercover capacity for the investigation of watching them behind. The harsh lecturer wrote her name in a little notebook and put the lid on it carefully.Nalia went online to look up more information about Adrian that night.Donor. Investor. No family history. No old photos. Clean record.Too clean.Her phone buzzed.Unknown number.Stay away from him.Her hands shook.Another message came.Your dad mugged his family.Nalia dropped the phone.The room spun. A yellow suitcaseof her father gleamed to her. The burned papers. The smell of ink and smoke.She had believed that she buried his secrets.Sirens went flying through the rain.In various parts of the city, Adrian Lucien was looking at security cameras at the university gate. the screen, the screen fading from his eyes as he took in her beauty.The daughter of his father, who is an accountant.The girl whose family had spoiled his.The girl whom he was to destroy, together with her familyOnce, like an oath, Adrian muttered her name.Then he smiled.