Mafia Lovers

Aphrodisiac

Alfred and I touched down in New York after five hours. There was no way I was going home now—considering it was early in the morning.

So I told Alfred to take me to one of the hottest clubs around.

I needed a stiff drink.

Alfred pulled up outside the club. People were lined up around the property, even though it was really late—then again this was one of the most popular clubs in the city, aside from my brother’s club.

It was the perfect place for me to drink my sorrows away.

If I was being honest, finding Liam cheating was a blow to my ego. I’m not necessarily hurt about the cheating part because it’s not like I was totally in love with him. I mean, I thought I was when I was younger, but today just proved that he didn’t mean s**t to me.

If he wasn’t the Governor’s son, I totally would’ve killed that bastard.

I’m just angry at the fact that he chose to cheat on me with that slut. I’m also angry at the fact that he chose to cheat on me in the first place.

How could he ever possibly think about cheating on me?!

I mean look at me, I’m a walking bombshell.

I have shoulder length dark and curly hair and bright green eyes. My skin is a deep olive, taking after my mother’s Greek roots. I’m on the shorter side, but I have desirable curves and such a pretty face.

I was like a modern day pocahontas.

How dare he cheat on me?!

Fucking bastard.

I left Alfred, knowing he was gonna be here when I was ready to leave.

I walked confidently, knowing I was sexy.

My leather pants clung to my flesh as my white cropped tank-top rode up my abdomen. My pierced n*****s brushed against the fabric of my thin top with every bounce of my full breasts. My combat boots stomped with every step on the brick-street of New York.

I surpassed the long line of people and approached the security at the door.

“Back of the line.” One of them ordered, making me smirk.

I turned around and raised my hair up so they could see the back of my neck—I had a tattoo of my family’s crest, showcasing my prestige and rank in the mafia world.

My family owned New York, which meant I owned New York.

“Miss Corleone.” The guard cleared his throat and stepped aside, “Welcome, please let us know if you need anything.”

The men bowed their heads in respect and stepped aside.

“Thank you.” I smiled and batted my eyelashes at them—openly flirting.

They smiled, loving the attention I was giving them.

Fucking amateurs.

They opened the door for me, releasing the music and hot air out into the crowd of people who were waiting to get in. I entered the club, disregarding the angry shrills of people yelling at me for cutting the line.

If they only knew who I was—they wouldn’t be complaining.

I looked around the packed club, letting the loud rave music penetrate my ears. People danced everywhere while others drank till they couldn’t drink anymore. Others smoked blunts in the corner while the rest popped pills and snorted familiar white powder in the VIP sections.

This was definitely a party.

I pushed my way through the tight crowd, ignoring the lustful looks of the pathetic men that surrounded me. Their eyes told me a kind of story that they had a chance to take me home tonight, but they were so wrong.

I didn’t come here to hook up, I just wanted to party.

I approached the bar, ordering a couple of shots before downing them once the bartender delivered them to me.

I ordered a couple of more and downed those too before leaving off and heading towards the middle of the club.

The loud music vibrated through my veins, making me lose control of myself. I threw my head around and danced around, not having a care in the world.

My hips rocked from side to side while my body twisted in pleasurable ways. My breasts bounced with every little movement while my hair flew in all different directions.

I was on a mission—a mission to forget.

Even though I was a strong mafia princess, I still had feelings. My cold heart still felt love and still got broken when I was hurt and betrayed.

You know, I like to claim that I didn’t love Liam, but part of me did—that clueless and delusional part of me.

What he did, really hurt me. I just didn’t want to acknowledge it at the time. I wasn’t the one to cry over a man.

Hell, I haven’t even cried since my mother died.

I’m an alpha female, there’s no room to be weak or emotional. I can’t cry because I can’t afford the same luxury as most women.

I don’t cry because I’ve learned that crying makes things worse when facing the people who hate it when I cry or don’t know what to do when I cry.

This is just my life—I accepted it a long time ago.

For now, I’m just gonna drink my sorrows away.

I continued to dance before I felt undesirable hands grip my hips. I stopped dancing and looked back to see a tall and handsome man dancing behind me.

He pressed my ass into his crotch, making me want to slit his throat.

Who told him he had the right to touch me?

I pushed his hands away, “Don’t f*****g touch me.” I snarled.

He found my words funny as he held up his hands in surrender. I rolled my eyes and walked off towards the bar, trying to forget him and not let him ruin my mood.

Men were the worst—I f*****g hated them.

Then again, maybe they hated me too—somehow I always attracted weak and jealous men. I don’t do it on purpose, it just seems to be my unwanted superpower.

I must be putting off this weak-women signal faster than 5G. I attract them like bears to honey, or flies to s**t—which is more fitting in my case.

I must have a beacon on the front of my forehead that says “I would love for a man to come in and make all of my life decisions.”

It’s f*****g horseshit.

I got out of my head and ordered three shots from the pretty bartender before giving her a nice tip. She winked at me, making me smile, knowing she found me attractive too.

If only I was gay, she’d be coming back to my room tonight.

“Let me buy you a drink.” An unfamiliar voice yelled out through the loud music next to me.

I looked up to see the same man who was just dancing behind me. He had a smug smirk on his stupid face while his dark hair messily sat on the top of his head.

He was handsome in a boyish charm kind of way. He had broad shoulders and big biceps that strained against his collar shirt, but he wasn’t my type.

He looked like Liam—a pathetic bastard who was a bad lay in the sack. They had that same vibe—the one that couldn’t be ignored once you sensed it.

The flies were swarming towards the s**t—which unfortunately happened to be me.

“No thanks.” I told him as I picked up one of my shots and downed it.

“Come on, it’s a free drink.” He mused as he motioned towards the bartender.

“How about you f**k off.” I flipped him off, making him laugh.

I watched his gaze, noticing the way he stared at my pierced n*****s through my white tank top. His brown eyes held a disgusting hunger that told me he was up to no good.

Maybe I’d get to spill some blood tonight—his blood.

“Don’t be like that darling.” He mused, “Why not come home with me and have a little fun?”

I rolled my eyes, having heard those words so many times.

“I said no, now f**k off.” My voice held a little more of an edge to it as I glared at him.

“How about my friend then?” He asked as his eyes looked behind me, “He wants to get to know you.”

I turned my head slightly, seeing a darker man standing nearby. Once he met my gaze, he waved his hand, making me even more disgusted.

I guess they were tag-teaming the club tonight looking for trouble.

Lucky for them—they met all the trouble they could possibly find.

I turned back around, meeting the annoying gaze of the man who didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.

“I don’t want you or your friend.” I told him as I turned my attention back over to my last shot, noticing the small pink pill at the bottom that instantly dissolved.

I smirked, knowing these men really wanted to find trouble tonight.

“Whatever darling.” The man scoffed before he left.

I watched him and his friend meet up before they shared glances at me. They were waiting for me to drink the shot and obviously get f****d up so they could take advantage of me.

By the look of the pretty pink pill, it was obviously an aphrodisiac. I’m not sure how f****d up they were trying to get me, but that wasn’t gonna do much.

Believe me, I knew.

I’ve had my run in with people trying to drug me—plus, I liked to party. I know my way around drugs and pretty pink pills. This wasn’t gonna do s**t to me—if anything, it would give me a chance to spill some blood tonight.

I grabbed my last shot and brought it to my lips—ready to get the party started.

Before I could drink it, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me around.

“Don’t drink that!” A deep and masculine voice penetrated my ears, sending shivers down my spine.

I looked up to see the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on.

His black and beady eyes penetrated my very soul.

I let my eyes roam over him, noticing the various tattoos that covered his bald head. He wore an expensive black-silk button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His creamy-yellow skin was covered in colorful tattoos, running all the way down to his knuckles.

Red.

Blue.

Yellow.

Black.

His tattoos were like a collage of masculinity wrapped up in one big bow that I wanted to pull and unwrap. I wanted to taste his flesh—run my tongue down those tattoos and have my f*****g way with him.

Did he have tattoos covering every inch of his delicious skin?

I guess that would be something worth finding out.

He was tall, like really tall. His shoulders were broad and his biceps were lean. He could have lifted more weights to have bigger muscles, but he didn’t need it.

God, he was so f*****g sexy.

He was obviously mixed—asian and white I think. He had a mixture of features that made him so unique.

Not to mention the ideogram characters tattooed underneath his right eye. They were obviously Japanese—I could tell from the lettering, I just didn’t know what it meant.

I didn’t speak or read Japanese.

“Did you hear what I said?” The man asked as he looked down at the shot glass still in my hand, “I saw that man slip something inside of your drink.”

The way his lips moved, made him look even more sexy—the way his bright white teeth poked out from behind his rose colored lips, made me want to latch onto them with my teeth and savor every second of it.

“What does the tattoo on your face mean?” I absentmindedly spoke out, not thinking before I opened my big mouth. “Below your right eye.”

The man quirked his brows as he looked at me in confusion.

“It’s not important.” He replied with a grunt.

“Oh come on.” I mused, “Entertain me, what does it mean?”

He rolled his eyes before answering me, “It means no mercy.”

A deep sigh left my lips as my hot core soaked my panties from his confession.

No mercy.

That's so sexy.

“Now, give me the shot.” The man demanded before reaching out to take it. I pulled back, not letting him grab it.

“Did you listen to anything I just said to you?!” The man sneered, “He put something into your drink! Give it to me now!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, seeing him get so worked up. If only he knew who I was and what I was capable of.

I lifted the shot and downed it.

“Are you f*****g crazy?!” The man yelled out as his eyes widened in shock by my actions. I smirked, knowing he was probably losing his mind right now.

“I f*****g told you he put something in your drink and you go ahead and drink it anyways!”

I smirked, knowing he wasn’t gonna ruin my fun—even if he was sexy as a Greek god.

More like a fallen angel.

“I don’t believe you.” I mused, making his nostrils flare as he glared down at me.

He muttered some things in Japanese to himself before he looked around the club.

“Let's go, I’m taking you somewhere safe.” He grabbed my upper arm, not giving me another choice.

“Don’t touch me.” I warned, “I don’t like men who can’t keep there hands to themselves.”

He stopped walking and faced me. His black and beady eyes looked sinister as he inched closer to my face.

“Don’t make me kidnap you, Ai.” He huskily whispered in my ear, making me shiver in pleasure as his warm breath cascaded down my slender neck.

He was so close that I could smell his spicy cologne that was simply delicious. His breath continued to cascade down my chest as his lips gently brushed against my neck.

My body turned to jelly as my legs wavered, feeling like they wanted to give up and drop me to the floor.

Oh the things I would love to do with this man.

No Carina, you will not lose yourself over this man.

I took a deep breath before pulling back and shaking the lustful thoughts away. I yanked my arm free and twisted my face into one of seriousness.

“I said don’t touch me.” I demanded, “I am not your responsibility, so f**k off.”

The man furrowed his brows, looking even more sexy.

A cold chuckle left his lips before they snarled up, “Fine, if you want to be gang-raped, go right ahead.”

His voice was void of any emotion as he looked me in the eye. He waited for me to say something, but I kept my mouth shut.

He rolled his eyes in response before turning around and walking off.

My eyes roamed down to his ass, liking the way it looked in his designer black-dress pants. His thighs flexed with every step he took, making me regret running him off.

For f**k’s sake Carina, you could have had all of that tonight.

I sighed.

Oh well, I guess.

I pushed the man out of my thoughts and got back to the mission at hand. I looked around the club, noticing the two men nearby who drugged me.

They were waiting for their opportunity to get me alone.

It was soon approaching.