The Mafia's Captive Angel

I clutched onto Stephanie's hand as we walked into the club. My fear increased as we took a step. Out of all the places Steph had taken us to, this was by far the most impressive and expensive. The club was pitch black. We wouldn't have seen anything if not for the bright blue lights on each side of the club. The name Violenta was curved beautifully but dangerously. The later V was represented with a red flame in the middle. Two bodyguards stood side by side at each entrance .

There are dim lights shining in the ceiling, highlighting the people on the dance floor.

I was trying to get a proper view of my surroundings, but Stephanie dragged me to the bar. The bar surface was made of black marble.

Everything in this place screamed rich and expensive. Stephanie and I took a seat at the bar and ordered our drinks.

So, you know how it requires a pass to get into the club, right? Stephanie asked with a guilty expression.

"What aren't you telling me?" I raised my eyebrows, knowing very well that I wasn't going to like her next words.

"I may or may not have gotten them from Jason."

"What....." I exclaimed.

In case you're wondering who Jason was, he was one of my best friends, who later became my boyfriend, and we were so close, I thought we loved each other, but I was wrong. I found out in the most painful way when I caught him in bed with my cousin during my parents' funeral. I was so furious, and that was the last time we spoke to each other. I didn't know Steph still kept in touch with him, and I felt betrayed.

"Why would you do that?" I asked, annoyed at the fact that she didn't tell me until now.

"I know you're pissed, but you wouldn't have come with me if you knew where I got the passes from." She was right; the last thing I wanted was to associate with Jason. You could say I'm still not over his betrayal.

"Damn right I won't!" I answered, angry.

"He looked like he still wasn't over you when we saw him, and believe me, I was ready to beat him black and blue," she said, emphasising each word, "but I'm a little bit ashamed to say he got me when he pulled out those passes."

"Still Steph..."

"I know, I know. I really wanted to come to this club so badly. I'm sorry," she said, giving me her best puppy eyes. This is the second time she is using that trick on me. I really need to get immune to these before it gets me into trouble.

"Ugh...fine, you're off the hook for now," I replied, making her let out a dramatic sigh.

"Come on, let's dance," she said, stretching her hand to take mine as we both got up from our seats.

"I can't, not with these heels," I complained as she took me to the dance floor.

"Don't worry; when you get tired, we will take a rest," she assured me.

We both moved to the dance floor, making our way through lots of sweaty bodies to find a perfect spot and moving to the groove as the DJ played Shots and Wine by Sean Paul and Steflon Don.

I was smiling so widely that my cheeks hurt, and I felt my body move dangerously in a teasing manner as the music took control.

You could say that I was a pretty good dancer.

I was getting lost in the groove, almost.....

There are times when you feel like you're being watched, and when you look around frantically, you find out that you are just making a fool of yourself. Then you decide to shrug it off, thinking that it might just be all in your head.

That's how I felt right at this moment. I tried brushing it off, but the constant feeling of being watched kept surfacing. I could feel someone's eyes burning into my skin, watching my every move.

I felt a shiver down my spine, and I felt so cold all of a sudden.

I kept looking around the club until I caught sight of him, and my eyes locked into his dark orbs.

He was standing on the VIP section balcony with a drink in his hand and a girl with dark red hair and heavy make-up clenching onto his arm as if her life depended on it, dressed in a very skinny dress that left no room for imagination. He rested his elbow on the rail, leaning forward, watching me with those magnificent eyes.

He was dressed in a black shirt and trousers. His black shirt clung tightly to his body, enabling his tattooed muscles to move. His face was forward as he looked at me without blinking. His jaw clenched as his lips formed into a thin line. His black hair was messy.

I was so engrossed in him that I forgot what I was doing until I felt a light tap on my shoulder, bringing me out of my trance.

"Are you okay? You seem to be in another world of your own," Steph asked with a concerned look.

"Sorry, I'm just tired. My legs hurt," I said, not wanting to worry her.

"Should we take a break?" she asked as I nodded in response, and we both headed back to the bar for another drink.

My eyes drifted back up to look at him just to find him still watching me, not a hair out of place, and I doubted if he had blinked once. I couldn't help but check him out. He is tall and huge and, for some reason, looks scary, and I couldn't deny how very attractive and freakily handsome he looked, but still scary .

I couldn't bring myself to stop staring, and he knew that. His eyes didn't move an inch from my face.

"Hey Steph, I think it's best we just leave," I said suddenly.

"But why... We were having fun," she whined.

"I have got assignments to do, and I feel tired."

"Fine, let's go." She said, finally giving in.

We quickly made our way to the exit. I was almost close to the door, and I didn't know what possessed me, but I found myself turning back to look in his direction, and my eyes widened when I found him in the same position, staring at me without moving. The side of his lips raised in a smirk, and he raised the drink up in a cheer before bringing it to his lips. His dark eyes held promises I surely didn't want to know, and I walked out the door. Steph and I called a cab back to the comfort of our home.