---Dante
Me and Luca are in Club Red's VIP section, and of course, we're getting the royal treatment. Perks of being the owner. The air smells like expensive perfume, sweat, and booze. Half-naked girls with big tits and asses that leave nothing to the imagination are draped over us, desperate for attention.
Luca's in heaven, his face buried between a girl's breasts, hands roaming like he's trying to memorize every inch of her body. The girls squeal and giggle like bimbos on the pole in front of us, giving us a private show.
I drown my scotch in one go the burning sensation taking root in the throat, already bored out of my mind. My thoughts drift-of course-to my little blondie. What's she doing right now? Probably sit watching anime while she munching on chips .
A girl leans over to refill my drink, shoving her cleavage in my face. I shoot her a cold glare, and she backs off immediately. Luca, on the other hand, is halfway drunk with two girls on their knees, bobbing their heads on his cock like it's a competition.
"What's wrong with you?" he slurs, flashing me a grin. "Why aren't you letting the girls take care of you? Or is there still a certain girl in your head?"
I roll my eyes. "Shut up."
He smirks knowingly. "Thought you said you only needed to get laid and, get her out of your system." He tilts his head at me, tauntingly,he laughs, leaning back as one of the girls moans. "Then prove it. Take these girls. Put those 'capable hands' to work."
I flip him off. "Enjoy your free night, cause im sure your not gonna be having a lot more."
He shrugs "Fine," he mutters, turning his attention back to the two girls giving him a sloppy blowjobs.
I wave over the two girls on the pole, and they rush toward me like ants to sugar. They drape themselves over me, pressing their bodies against mine, their perfume heavy in the air. I let them tease, grind, and play, trying hard to get a reaction, but my mind isn't on them. They couldn't handle me if I wanted to take them, not even together
Luca heads to the back room with two wasted girls draped on him. "Wanna share?" he asks, gesturing toward them.
"I'll pass."
"Suit yourself." He disappears, and minutes later, the girls' screams echo from behind the door.
I peel the women off me once Luca enters the room and pull out my phone. My thumb hovers over Bianca's name-one of my regulars fuck buddies. We had an arrangement: no strings, just a call when we needed each other to take the edge off. But for some reason, I scroll past her number and call Ethan instead.
"Boss," he answers immediately.
"Report."
He tells me everything about Raven-what she's been up to, where she's been. For thirty minutes I listen, my interest only growing. When I end the call, I'm restless. Waiting for Luca is pointless, so I leave the club and ride my bike through the quiet streets until I'm home around 3 a.m.
Some of the boys are still awake when I arrive. They nod respectfully as I pass, heading straight to my room. I toss my jacket somewhere and stretch out on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her. No one else holds my interest anymore-not even the easy women who practically beg for it.
Eventually, sleep drags me under,and the cruel hands of shadows engulfed me taking me to a place they can punish me without doing much: nightmare.
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It's been four days since I last saw her. I've kept Ethan watching her, and I know she reported me to the cops. Not that it matters. She doesn't know who I am, and even if she finds out, the cops owe me favors. One phone call, and they'll drop it.
I've been busy anyway. I just got back from Italy, where I met with my father-Giovanni Moretti, Don of the Moretti Syndicate. He called me in to discuss a situation: Albanians crossing into our territory and running human trafficking operations. My father trusts me to handle matters like these cause he knows I major in it.
Giovanni Moretti is a force of nature, a man feared across continents. But around my mother, Tatiana, he's soft as silk and obedient. Tatiana Sokolova-now Moretti-was once meant to be the next don of the Sergei Bratva. Ruthless. Brilliant. Born to lead. Trained and crafted to the Sergei killing tool ,she was known far and wide as the most ruthless girl that bet guys hands down But her father, Augustus Sokolova, never believed in a woman leading the bratva and he didn't change his mind after knowing how powerful and deadly she is. So, instead, he used her as a pawn to tie the Russian mafia to the Italian syndicate.
At that time, my father had already overthrown his own father and taken control of the Moretti empire as the new Don . Even the bratva feared him he is the most feared In the underworld and he is still keeping the reputation, which is why Augustus saw marriage as the smartest play.
What started as an arrangement became love Which only made them one of the most powerful couples two ruthless people merge as once-or so they say. Now, I stand as heir to both the Italian and Russian mafias. Add to that my power in America as the Leader of the most fierce mafia , and it's no wonder they call me the most dangerous man in the underworld. My future feels heavy, suffocating and probably trouble looming.
But thoughts of her pull me out of the darkness.
Ethan's latest report said she booked out the entire VIP section of King's Hotel. Suspicious. She's been working for Vortex for less than two months-no way she earned that kind of money yet. I called Drew, the hotel's owner, and asked how much the reservation cost.
"Five hundred grand," he told me.
I smirked. My storm always finds ways to surprise me.
Tonight, I have something special planned for her. A lesson. She ignored my warning about Alex, got closer to him instead. Ethan said they're inseparable now, joined at the hip. That ends tonight .
I arrive at the venue. It's invitation-only, but rules don't apply to me.
I'm dressed in an all-black tuxedo, a fresh Louis Vuitton pair on my feet, a gold Rolex glinting on my wrist, and diamond rings catching the light. My mask hides my face, but everyone senses the weight of my presence I entered and stood in a corner.
The party's theme becomes clear-a birthday celebration. I spot Alex standing nervously at the center, sweating bullets. But she's nowhere in sight.
Then I feel it.
My body reacts before my mind does, instincts honed and sharpened. I turn, and there she is.
She walks in like she owns the room, her aura pulling every pair of eyes to her. Her blonde hair falls in soft curls, her lips painted blood-red. Her piercing blue eyes sweep the crowd, sharp and unyielding.
That dress does things to me ... a deep sapphire blue that hugs her curves perfectly, flaring at her waist with a slit that teases her flawless legs. Paired with matching Louboutin heels, she looks like a goddess risen from the sea.
The urge to snatch her away from all these staring eyes burns through me.
She glides through the crowd, stopping in front of Alex. He hugs her, presses a kiss to her forehead, whispers something that makes her smile and swat his arm playfully. She squeezes his hand, and moments later he disappears, only to return with a blindfolded girl.
The crowd erupts into song as they remove the blindfold, revealing the birthday girl. I pour myself another drink, pretending interest, though I couldn't care less.
Half an hour later, Alex drops to one knee, proposing to the girl. Raven starts chanting "Say yes!" and soon the whole room joins in. The girl says yes, of course, and Alex lifts her into a passionate kiss. They make their rounds hugging people-including my storm.
After an hour, Alex excuses himself to the restroom. That's my cue.
I follow silently.
Inside, I pull out a handkerchief soaked in knockout gas. He barely has time to react before I'm on him, pressing it over his face. He struggles, but he's no match for me. His body goes limp in seconds.
I cover his face with a bag, haul him over my shoulder, and take the staff-only stairs down to the garage. My Porsche waits. I dump him in the passenger seat like discarded trash.
I pull out my phone and type:
> I HOPE THIS TEACHES YOU TO LISTEN. ENJOY YOUR PARTY WITHOUT ALEX, LITTLE STORM.
With a satisfied smirk, I start the engine and drive off.