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Skyler’s POV
Dexter barged into my room, “I need a break.”
“Seriously, you’re telling me this now?” I asked, getting out of bed.
“Yep,” he said as he slid down onto my bed.
It was almost ten o’clock and sleep seemed to be my enemy; given the choice, I’d go anywhere rather than lie in my bed, bored. Since we arrived here four days ago, all I’ve done is wake up, eat, play with Brittany, and sleep. I was tired of the same old depressing routine.
It seemed strange that a man involved in a mafia had nothing to do, but it was true. I wanted to finish a mission Arcado assigned me, but he had nothing, everything was suspiciously calm, and I just wanted to shoot someone to finish it.
“I have an idea, let’s go clubbing,” Dexter exclaimed, his eyes widening with delight.
Snorting I shook my head at him; I wasn’t in the mood to get drunk and take a girl home, despite how appealing the idea sounded. It had been a long time since I had been laid, and my d*i*c*k was getting impatient, wanting to sink into a tight p*u*s*s*y.
“Come on, we both deserve a break,” Dexter said and I finally agreed .
He slaps my shoulder and walks out of my room so I can get ready. I made my way downstairs wearing a casual outfit consisting of a red shirt and blue denim jeans. While Arcado was playing with his daughter, the guards and maids were doing their jobs.
“Uncle,” Brittany said when she saw me.
I bent down and outstretch my arms, and she softly lands on my chest, I picked her up and spinned her around. Her joyful giggles made me chuckle, and her grin also made my heart swell; moments like these make me wish I had my own child.
“Hey munchkin,” I said as I walked into the kitchen, tickling her once more.
Griselda was conversing with Sophia, while Arcado observed them with amusement and admiration. His expression as he watched made my nose scrunch up in disgust. I sat on the chair next to him with Brittany, flicking him on the brow.
“Papa” Brittany said, blinking up at him and extending her hands as if she wants to be picked up.
Arcado turns his head and a grin spread across his lips as he returns to reality. He kissed Brittany’s cheek as he carried her in his arms, making her laugh. Arcado scowled as she pinched his nose and blowed a raspberry in his face.
“Would you like to go clubbing with us?” I asked, standing up as my gaze was drawn to Dexter.
“No, you go ahead,” He shook his head and looked at Griselda.
A smirk formed on my lips; if he’s looking at her with that expression, it means he’s lucky. I’m surprised Griselda didn’t end up pregnant with at least ten children based on the moans we’ve heard over the years, but then there are condoms and birth control pills.
“Use condoms, kids,” I told them jokingly, and Dexter coughed to hide his laughter.
I started walking to the door, nodding to him, and heard footsteps behind me. I got into the car and waited for Dexter, who told the driver where to go once he’s settled. With a sigh, I leaned against the window and close my eyes.
After a few minutes, the car came to a halt and I opened my eyes to observe my surroundings. The lights are blinding even from outside, as in any typical club, and the music is heard with people screams and cheers. Dexter opened the door and motioned for me to get out.
I looked at Dexter as I closed the door behind me. He walked up to the guard with a smirk on his face and the poor guy’s eyes widen in terror. He ushered us in, quickly yanking the door open and bowing his head as we passed by.
The bar appeared to be empty, so I sat on the chair and ordered a bottle of beer, taking a large gulp to calm my nerves. I’m not sure what this strange feeling was, but something inside of me kept urging me to look at the dance floor.
Taking a deep breath, I scanned the entire dance floor and shrugged when I couldn’t find anything. But something inside me told me to take another look. Groaning, I took another look at it, and the sight before me literally took my breath away.
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Skyler’s POV
My eyes blinked to ensure I wasn’t dreaming or just making things up. Maybe it was the way she danced or the way she threw her head back and let out a beautiful laugh, but she had my full attention with just a look. My gaze trailed down her figure, her red gown perfectly hugging her curves, and my hands were itching to hold her close.
Dexter tapped my shoulder and asked, “Yo, who are you looking at?”
I shrugged and shifted my gaze away from him as I turned to face him. I couldn’t get her out of my head, so I took a big gulp of my beer and stood up from my chair.
“I’ll be back,” I said as I went to the men’s room, nodding to Dexter.
I let out a puff of air and tried to calm myself by resting my hands on the sink. I scowled as I looked in the mirror. My hair was sticking out like I’d just woken up, and my eyes appeared darker than usual; in short, I looked like a girl.
I swiveled around to exit the bathroom, my hands reaching out to smooth down my hair. I returned to my original seat and turned to face Dexter, but before I could say anything, a girl approached him.
“Dexter,” she said seductively as she traced her hands up his chest.
“Get your paws off of me,” he growled, shrugging her hand away.
I smirked as the girl stomped her foot and walked away angrily, cursing him. Dexter sipped his drink, clearly trying to get drunk. Sophia is the reason he wouldn’t let any girl touch him.
He’s been miserable since they split up and has tried everything to get her back. But she was a tenacious young lady, and I couldn’t blame her. Dexter did something unforgettable, and forgiving him would be difficult. If I were in her shoes, I would never forgive him.
“You didn’t have to be so rude,” I said as I nudged Dexter.
“Yes, I did,” he grumbled.
I shook my head and rested my hands on the bar table, laughing. I felt bad for Dexter, but he earned what he got from Sophia. If it weren’t for him, they might be as happy as Arcado and Griselda with a son or a daughter.
I rose from my chair, looked at Dexter, and motioned my hand to the dance floor. He shook his head and sighed. I knew he wasn’t going to dance, but it was worth a shot. Dancing wasn’t my thing, but I needed to let loose, or maybe I just wanted to meet the girl I’d been eyeing since we walked in.
I strolled to the dance floor, hands in my pockets, waiting for the perfect opportunity to meet my girl. It was too early to call her that, but I didn’t care. When her friends left, I took their place and started dancing. She was swinging her hair back and forth, so her gaze hadn’t yet met mine.
She froze on her spot after her eyes made contact with mine. As I looked at her, a grin spread across my face. Beautiful deep brown orbs stared at me, perplexed. I leaned in closer to her until our noses were touching.
As she became lost in my eyes, I felt her breath catch in her throat. Her mouth opened several times, but she couldn’t say anything; all she did was let out a puff of breath that seemed to please my cock. I needed to get laid so that my cock wouldn’t bother me for a while.
My lips were inches away from touching hers, but I refrained because no matter how badly I wanted to get to know her, I couldn’t drag her down with me, she couldn’t know about the mafia and my lifestyle, but with just a glance, she caught my attention.
In that tight little sexy dress, she appeared to be an innocent vixen, and I wanted to taint her innocent soul. Her eyes blinked, as if she wanted to break the spell that seemed to bind us. She leaned in even closer, and I felt the entire world spin around, and there was nothing but us.
“What is your name?” Her hands came up to my chest as she whispered.
“You don’t need to know,” I mumbled, my voice husky.
“Why?” she inquired, her brow furrowed.
I drew away from her, shaking my head, and disappointment danced in her eyes. I gently stroked her cheeks and inhaled her scent as I rested my forehead against her. She smelled like peaches and vanilla, which became addictive.
“I have to go,” I said quietly, casting her one last glance before walking away.
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Amira’s POV
My perplexed gaze was drawn to his back as he walked away without looking back. I wanted to chase him down or yell at him to stop, but I remained frozen in place. My thoughts about him jumbled my mind. The first time I met him, everything seemed like a dream, but I knew it was real, that he was real.
“Who’s that?” Donald inquired as he approached my side.
“I have no idea,” I said softly, my gaze never leaving his back.
I felt an instant connection with him when I first saw him. When he leaned in, it was so strong that I couldn’t even pull away. His chocolate brown eyes glistened with something unfamiliar to me, leaving my body tingling with desire for more of him.
I took a deep breath in, calming my nerves. My legs wanted to run after him and my lips wanted to kiss him mercilessly, but I needed to snap out of it before I did anything crazy. I walked up to the bar, ordered something strong, and the bartender handed me something in a cup.
I took a swig without hesitation and the thoughts vanished, leaving me relaxed. I slumped in my chair and rested my head on the table, exhaling heavily. As drowsiness crept over my body, I closed my eyes.
“Hello, gorgeous,” someone said as she tucked my hair behind my ear.
I jerked my head up and scowled at the man. He was at least thirty, with slightly greying hair, and his grin made my stomach turn. I scooted my chair away from him and continued to ignore him, hoping he would leave.
“Want to get out of here? I’ll make your night worthwhile,” he said with a creepy grin.
Coming here was a bad idea, and I had no idea where Chloe was, so I gulped when the man began to slowly stand up, clearly taking his time and making me nervous about his next move. I had no idea what I would do if he did something inappropriate.
“Please leave me alone,” My voice was hoarse.
The man clearly didn’t hear a word I said as he grabbed my arm and gave me a glare that told me to shut up. I looked down to see what it was that flashed in his hands. When I saw a knife, my eyes widened in terror.
I’d never experienced anything like this before; it was all too much for me, especially when he brought the knife closer to my face. My red cheeks turned pale, and my breath became shorter. He shushed me with his finger to his lips.
“No,” I said as he drew me towards the door.
I learned to fight as a child, but those skills were useless now because my fear had taken over, and I knew I was doomed as he began to open the door. The guards just nodded at the man and didn’t even look at me.
Don’t be scared.
Those three words my father used to say to me every time I was afraid ran through my mind, and I took a deep breath before closing and re-opening my eyes. I had no choice but to get out of this situation. My hands came out to jab his stomach, clearly surprising him, and I flipped him around.
“You shouldn’t mess with a girl,” I said threateningly as I took the knife from his grasp.
“You scumbag,” He yelled and attempted to punch me.
I twisted his hands as I moved out of his way, and he grimaced in pain as it made a disgusting crunching sound. My heel jabbed his foot as he yelled curses at me, giving me the courage to jab his other foot.
“Just a suggestion, you should come up with better curse words,” I said as I tossed him to the ground.
I returned to the club, winking my way back to my original seat. That was clearly my luck, because I was able to get out of it with some effort. My father’s words finally made sense. He always said to be on the lookout for guys who want your number or want to take you home.
I saw Chloe approaching and put on my best smile, not revealing anything. I didn’t want her to be concerned about me any longer; she already had a lot on her plate. She took a seat next to me and ordered a beer for the guy.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.
“Of course,” I replied, turning away from her.
My gaze scanned the entire club, but I couldn’t find the guy anywhere. My shoulders slumped in disappointment as I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes to get rid of the dirty thoughts that seemed to grip me. Despite what had happened earlier, my mind kept returning to those stunning chocolate brown eyes.