Mafia Lovers

Party in the Alleyway

I made my way towards the back of the club, knowing there was a back door that led to a dark alleyway. It would be the perfect place to spill these pathetic men’s blood.

I shouldn’t even call them men.

They were feeble cowards—spineless boys who never had love from their mothers. So they take it out on women and drug them just to feel manly.

I opened the back door before slipping out into the alley. The air was cold and crisp as the night sky darkened everything around me. The full moon was the only light there was to give my eyes a chance to see my surroundings.

Disgusting and smelly dumpsters sat in the alleyway, along with trash bags littering the wet road.

I leaned up against the brick wall of the club before pulling out my last cigarette from my back pocket. My n*****s hardened underneath my thin tank top as the cold wind blew towards me, making me shiver.

It was only a matter of time until those men came out here looking for me.

I pulled my lighter out and lit up my cigarette before inhaling it. I closed my eyes and released a puff as I listened to my heart beat start to quicken.

My body started to feel hot all over as my lower belly built up with a familiar s****l pressure I knew so well.

Shit, that pretty pink pill was kicking in.

That was pretty quick—it’s only been like 10-15 minutes.

Before I could think of anything else, the back door to the club was pushed open. The raging music released into the cold crisp air before the troublemakers stumbled out of the club.

The door slammed shut behind them, taking the music away with it.

I inhaled some more of my cigarette, trying to calm my racing heart. My adrenaline was coursing through my veins and I was so close to losing my mind.

I was so close to spilling their blood.

“Ah, there she is.” Troublemaker number one smirked out as he walked towards me, “Leaving the club already?”

“Just taking a smoke break.” I replied as I pushed myself off the wall, stumbling a bit for better measure.

It was time to put on a show.

I swayed my body and fluttered my lashes, trying to look weak and vulnerable.

“You alright sweetheart?” Troublemaker number two asked, “Let us help you.”

They both approached me with sinister intentions in their eyes. They had only one priority and that was to take advantage of me.

I wonder how many women they did this too before?

They were shameful—karma has finally caught up to them and that karma was me.

“How about I just kill you instead?” I smirked, making them snarl repulsively.

“Quit the act sweetheart.” Troublemaker number one chuckled, “There’s no way you could defeat the both of us. Especially with the pill I slipped into your drink that’s starting to take effect.”

I curled my lip and sneered, “You want to make a bet?”

The two shared a look before they charged me.

I shoved my cigarette into troublemaker one’s eye before punching his neck and dropping him to the floor. His screams of pain fed the hunger inside of me that wanted his blood.

“You f*****g b***h!” Troublemaker number two yelled out before charging at me.

I dodged his punches and landed a right hook to his gut before spinning around and delivering a nasty kick to his face, making him hit the ground like his friend.

I stumbled on my feet a bit, feeling lightheaded—seems like the pretty pink pill was more than an aphrodisiac.

I reached into my front pant pocket and pulled out my switchblade. I spun it around with my fingers, knowing I still had my skills, no matter how much under the influence I was.

“You know boys..it’s not nice to try and take advantage of women.” I sang out as they both stumbled to their feet. “Drugging people’s drinks and raping them is just pathetic.”

“f**k you!” Trouble maker number one snapped out as one of his eyes bled from me smashing my cigarette into it.

I honestly thought he looked better like that.

“You call yourselves men, but you're just cowards.” I sneered, “You can’t even pick up women, so you resort to drugging their drinks to take advantage of them.”

I clicked my tongue, mocking them, “Shameless.”

Troublemaker number one ran towards me, filling me with a glorious thrill—it was time to spill some blood.

I dodged his swings, maneuvering around him and slicing open his throat with my sharp blade. He dropped to his knees with his crimson blood sputtering out of his gaping wound while his sinister eyes widened with fear.

That was a look of pure fear—a fear of knowing that you were dying.

Troublemaker number two, looked just as shocked as he looked at his friend bleeding out in the shitty alleyway. He hesitated with his movements, not knowing if he should help his friend or get out of here.

Before he could make a move, the back door to the club opened. The sexy fallen angel from earlier walked out, looking at the scene without any emotions on his face.

I guess blood or dead bodies didn’t scare him.

He must have been a man who experienced this kind of thing on a daily basis because he did not look freaked out one bit—if anything, he looked intrigued or maybe even a little proud.

“Call the cops! She’s f*****g crazy!” Trouble maker number two yelled out to the man, as he watched, assessing the situation.

“You want to call the cops?” I chuckled in amusement, “Weren’t you just trying to take advantage of me?”

The man looked between the both of us while he uncomfortably shifted on his feet. His eyes flashed with fear—the kind of fear that made him want to run.

“Don’t you dare run!” I warned, “You're mine and I plan on killing you tonight!”

The man’s eyes widened even further with fear before he turned around and took off running.

“Pathetic.” I sneered before I raised my hand and precisely threw my switchblade, sending it into the back of his head. “I thought they would put up more of a fight.”

Troublemaker number two hit the road with a loud thud.

My eyes fluttered over to the man who was watching me closely. His black and beady eyes did things to me that I didn’t want to admit, but I couldn’t ignore.

It was like he saw through me—all of me.

I looked away, knowing I couldn’t get involved with him or anyone else for that matter.

I walked over towards troublemaker number two and grabbed my switchblade that was embedded int the back of his skull. I wiped his blood on my pants and cleaning my blade before putting it back into my pocket.

I sighed, wishing our confrontation went on a little longer. I always like a good fight—but that was pathetic, it barely lasted five minutes.

I turned around to see the tall and quiet man still staring at me. My body got uncontrollably hot until sweat started to seep out of my pores. My heart beat was quicker and harder, feeling like it was gonna jump out of my chest.

What the hell was happening to me?

I would blame it on his stare if I hadn’t consumed that pretty pink pill.

I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to remain in the present moment. If I wasn’t careful, I would lose control and probably pass out right here in the alleyway.

“You knew he put something in your drink, didn’t you?” His deep and melodious voice penetrated my ears, making my core throb with need.

I opened my eyes to see his black and beady eyes boring into mine.

I nodded my head, not wanting to speak—if I spoke, my voice would betray how unstable I was right now.

My body pulsated with the need to be touched—the need to be devoured and consumed whole, like I was the only woman on the planet, desperate to be claimed.

It was an unbelieve feeling—one I’ve never felt before.

Who knew a pretty pink pill would make me feel like this?

“So you let him drug you so you could kill them?” He asked, throwing me from my thoughts.

I saw the slight smirk on his sinfully handsome face, making it harder to control the lust that crawled through my veins.

“Precisely.” I rasped out, as I swayed on my feet.

I leaned against the brick wall of the club, feeling lightheaded. My fingers brushed against my breasts, making the sparks shoot through my flesh even worse.

“Fuck.” I moaned, feeling all of my senses even more heightened.

“Seems like your plan wasn’t fool proof.” The man retorted, making me snap my eyes open and glare at him.

He looked so smug as he looked at me from across the alleyway. I straightened my back and threw my shoulders back before stumbling over to him.

The thoughts I was having right now were so dangerous and filthy, but I couldn’t stop. All I could think about was the need I had and how this god of a man could fulfill them.

It didn’t make it any better when he was so smug and looked like the devil himself—so sexy and calculating, like he was trying to be a walking tease.

With all the tattoos coating his skin, along with his tall stature and large frame—his brooding face didn’t make it any better, along with the colorful tattoos that coated his ball head, making him look even more dangerous and unique.

And his mouth.

His mouth was so arrogant and conceited, as if he knew he was hot s**t. He had no problem with speaking his mind, even with the situation he just walked in on.

God, who was this man?

I stood in front of him, relishing in the way I had a closer look at this fine piece of specimen. His sticky cologne flooded my nostrils, making me squeeze my thighs shut, feeling my internal juices slide down my legs.

“I am not a fool.” I rasped out, but sounded more like a moan. “My plan worked out perfectly. They're dead, aren’t they?”

I looked over at the two bodies that laid lifeless on the cold and wet road before turning my attention back over to him.

“But you forgot about one thing.” He spoke out—his voice barely a whisper but so deep that could make me drop to my knees and worship him. “Seems like the drug is affecting you more than you thought. How pathetic of you to make that mistake.”

“Pathetic.” I stammered, “How dare you call me pathetic!”

I shoved him, feeling his hard and muscular pecs beneath my touch. I couldn’t help the shudder that went through me, thinking about the way his body would feel against mine.

“How about you shut your mouth and use it for something more important.” I demanded as I pushed him and shoved him up against the brick wall.

His smirk deepend as he looked down at me, “And how should I use my mouth, little one?”

I reached out and grazed my finger across his sexy lips, surprised by how soft they felt.

“These lips would look so much better while they’re in between my legs with your tongue licking my p***y and devouring me.” I breathed out, making him chuckle.

“Bold.” He whispered.

I watched the way his black and beady eyes lit up with desire and even a hint of pure amusement—different from what I’ve seen all night.

I leaned into his body, brushing my breasts over his lower chest. My pierced n*****s hardened and painfully throbbed, begging to be touched.

I continued with my movements, feeling a lovely sensation from the friction of our bodies pressed together. I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips as I continued to brush my breasts up and down his chest, feeling like I was gonna c*m undone just from that sensation alone.

“Using me as your own personal plaything?” He questioned with a brow c****d.

”Touch me.” I moaned, “Shut up and f*****g touch me.”

His hands shot out and gripped my hips, keeping me in place. I let out a string of curses as his large and strong hands squeezed my hips tighter and pulled me into his body even more.

My body shuddered with pleasurable sparks as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I felt his breath fan down my neck before his soft lips were pressing along my jaw. “You could never handle me, little one. My appetite is insatiable.”

A breathless moan escaped my lips before I fell limp into his arms. I tried to speak and open my eyes but everything became numb as I drifted off to an unconscious state.