Page 16 of Mafia Baby

We finally make it out of my house and to the club, although they all continue to complain about running late for the whole drive.

I blocked them out after a while, determined to turn down any further invites from them.

As I step out of the car, a strange feeling grips my chest. The club we arrived at is the same one I met Reaper at. Or Dom. Ever since I researched him, he’s been Reaper in my mind. A man capable of murdering people.

Some of the stories were horrendous, detailing how these men had been tortured before they died. Others were quick kills, painless and easy.

I wondered if he decided how to kill them based on the reason they had to die.

“All right girls,” The leader of our group rounds up the ladies. “Now, no man left behind, so if you’re leaving let us know. Also,” she points at the blonde bombshell of the group. “Please don’t let that gross bartender take you up to the VIP room for a blowjob again.” The other girls laugh, and Bombshell looks embarrassed. I feel sorry for her.

“The VIP room?” I ask.

“It’s a small room upstairs near the bathrooms. The club owners rent it out during the day, and the bartenders use it at night.” This explanation causes more giggles from the group, and I give a small smile and thumbs up.

The room must be upstairs near Reaper’s office where we hooked up. I wonder what else is up there.

We walk into the club and the girls disperse again. I order a shot and head straight for the dance floor. A few guys try to dance with me, but they can barely keep up.

Three songs in, I see him, sitting at the bar, looking right at me. I look away, trying not to be too obvious.

The more I know about him, the more I want to see him. Talk to him. Possibly even feel those lips on mine again, suck his cock. I dance a few more songs, making sure I stay in his eyesight.

I know it’s a dangerous move, and probably not the best step forward for my plans here in Chicago, but he saved me from Guy, so he can’t be all that bad.

I can feel my throat getting dry, so I take a break from dancing and go order a drink, standing just one stool away from Dom. I wave and smile at him and he nods slightly.

I can’t tell if he’s happy to see me, after the last time, or if he’s about to call my brother to come and fetch me. I decide to find out for sure.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I yell over the music. He looks me up and down, making me grateful for the past-me’s decision to wear this dress. I know it hugs all the right places and shows off just enough cleavage but not too much.

“I could say the same thing. Thought this wasn’t really your kind of place.”

“I’m making up for the boring birthday celebrations.”

“Oh, the party was boring?” He raises an eyebrow at me, and it somehow makes his face look softer. Or maybe that’s just my imagination.

I laugh. “Not all of it. The ending was quite exciting, actually.” Remembering his kiss has my cheeks heating up, and warm sensation seeps down between my legs.

I see a spark in his deep, blue eyes as he nods at me again, the smallest smile playing on his lips. “I’m glad.”

“Do you dance?” I ask him.

“Not at all.” He shakes his head and takes another sip of his drink.

“Oh, come on, once you’re out there it’s really easy!” I grab onto his arm and pretend to pull him, using the excuse to touch him. He laughs and puts his large hand over mine.

“Not a chance, darling.” My stomach flips, and a crazy thought flies through my mind.

I think about the VIP room, and how I could have this man take me again tonight, finally releasing the tense feeling that has been stuck inside me since he kissed me.

There is no way that Dom is boyfriend material, but that isn’t what I want from him.

“Are you scared?” I tease him, still holding onto his arm, but moving a little closer so he can hear me better. His jacket is pulled up slightly, and my hand is resting on his skin.

“There aren’t many things that scare me.” He speaks close to my ear, and I can feel his warm breath on my skin. I stare into those blue eyes again and lick my lips absentmindedly.

“By the way, thanks for the gift.” I let go of his arm, taking a deep breath. “I have a gift for you tonight…” I look around to make sure no one is looking closely at us, then using his legs as partial cover, I quickly slip off the lacy red thong under my dress and squeeze it into his hand.

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