Page 6 of Mafia Baby

The club is busy tonight, with way too many underage kids running around.

I really need to get the guys at the door to pay more attention to fake IDs. I keep an eye on things, trying to see where the trouble could come from.

So far, there’s just a lot of half-dressed women and hungry-looking men flailing around the dance floor. The scene is boring.

I’ve spent my time in clubs like this, drinking until I could forget the horrors of my childhood. As I’ve gotten older, those memories don’t haunt me quite as often as they used to.

These days, I much prefer quieter, calmer spaces to hang out in during my spare time. But there is no doubt this kind of venue makes money.

As I’m looking around, I see a pale man grab onto a stunning girl, and she looks angry and terrified at the same time. I watch her leave the club as he stumbles after her, and I have a feeling that she doesn’t want him near her.

I get up slowly, walking to the door. Stopping just outside, I watch them and listen to her telling him to leave while he drunkenly tries to argue.

I’m dazed for a moment at how naturally beautiful she is. I can tell she hasn’t had any work done yet, and her curves are drool-worthy. Her sleek hair stops just above her perky ass, and her face looks soft, but determined.

Once the grungy man in front of this woman grabs her arm, the rage inside me demands that I intervene. I reach them in a few strides, coming up behind the man silently.

It’s probably not a good idea to hurt him too badly because I don’t want a scene here tonight, so I decide I’ll just scare him. Unless he tries to fight back, that is.

Gripping his neck, I almost laugh at how this scrawny man has the audacity to harass someone as beautiful as the girl in front of me. Does he truly think he is worthy of those emerald eyes and her curvy figure?

He puts up no fight when I throw him into a cab and send him on his way.

I leave the girl to get her own cab and go back to my drink, but she stops me as I’m walking in. I’m annoyed, not at her, but at the situation. She looks too young to be in this club, and she clearly can’t take care of herself.

When she tries to explain who he is, I stop her because if this is some boyfriend that she keeps letting back in her life – just like my mother and stepfather – I really can’t be bothered.

She stands her ground, not sulking like so many other girls her age would do. She is incredibly beautiful, and I have no doubt that she is aware of that fact. I can see a spark in those green eyes, and it intrigues me. But not enough to get sucked into whatever drama she’s created for herself.

I turn my back on her and head over to the bar to check on some supplies and to make sure that my bartenders are keeping up with demand. I bend over to check on the supplies tucked under the bar.

“I want to thank you,” a female voice says to me.

I look up over the edge of the bar. It’s the underage girl with the pretty green eyes. She’s followed me, and now she’s still trying to thank me. I start to open my mouth to send her away, but the harsh words I had planned to say don’t come out.

“You don’t need to thank me,” I tell her again. I feel trapped in her gaze. She’s looking at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and something about that makes me feel electric with desire all of a sudden.

“Even if I want to?” she says again, her tone flirtatious. She nips her lower teeth into her bottom lip and sways her hips back and forth a little bit.

My cock leaps to life and I suck in a breath. Something about this girl is making me dispose of all my common sense.

I should tell her to take her fake ID and go home, but I don’t. Instead, I walk around the edge of the bar and take her slim hand in mine.

“Come on,” I say to her, and pull her through a door at the end of the bar.

Chapter Three

Gianna

I stumble after him in the half-darkness, my nerves alive with excitement and desire. His hands are not as soft as I expected, and I can feel calluses scraping subtly against my palm as he pulls me up some stairs.

He smells amazing, like fresh rain, and sandalwood. I breathe deeply as I clack after him as fast as I can on my high heels. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I don’t care. Being this reckless for once feels good.

“In here,” he says to me, opening a door, and tugging me after him into a dark room. I feel a moment of panic, but then he flips on a light switch. One half of the room illuminates, revealing him closing the door and locking it behind him.

He’s even more handsome than I remembered from our brief interaction outside with Guy. He looks like some kind of god, like he’s not real.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry and my heart racing in my chest.

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