Mafia’s Obsession

Dance with the Devil

Sasha West's P.O.V:

"Welcome Mr. Knight! We've been informed of your kind presence tonight. It is always such a pleasure hosting you." Recited a stout man with a slight bow and resumed walking upright towards the handsome man escorting us.

I and Elle gaped at him, testing our senses to check what we heard was not a cruel prank played by fate on us. We couldn't believe that Damon Knight, the ruthless mafia, led us in.

I kept stretching my eyes to the side view length of the fanciable man, who no more seemed that way to us siblings.

This is what I feared. I hoped against hope, he wouldn't make an appearance in his own club. I pledged to never sneak out again, to never go against my parents, yet this had to happen.

Maybe, I am overthinking, he is only being kind enough to let two women inside, who were being held out against their wishes.

Yeah, right woman!

Kind and Damon, go hand in hand.

Are you always this dumb, or is this a fresh development?

Gulping my fears, I stared into his hard sly ones, which were now solely focused on mine. The way he assessed my reactions, made me doubt whether he was the reincarnation of satan himself on the planet Earth.

I never had a boyfriend and I was never in love, but that didn't mean I wasn't a victim of eye rape or flirty looks. I knew what those kind of stares meant, but his were more malignant than any of those I faced earlier.

I tried to shift my gaze, I didn't want to have any kind of contact with the pathetic disgust of a man, who only terrorized people to pass time, or who didn't know the meaning of respect towards women. But I couldn't, it was as if my each part was following his awful orders, it wouldn't move until he permitted.

I was so lost in hanging on the last thread of sanity, that I didn't realize Elle dragging me to the exit door. It was always me, handling my sister when ever she succumbed to her panic attacks which was quite often. But today, it was the other way around.

Maybe because that man wasn't shifting his steel gaze on to anyone else apart me, and Elle might have noticed me being at the brink of facing a lunatic break.

"Sorry miss, you can't leave the club." The guard's voice rang in my ears, pulling me out of my fatal reveries.

That was when I'd broken eye contact with the beast and turned to face Elle, whose one hand was pointed to the guard accusing him of holding us against our will, and the other, gripping mine to make sure I wasn't left behind.

"What the hell is wrong with you? First you didn't let us in, and now you aren't excusing us out" yelled Elle, her voice taking a sharp turn at the end.

"It's because, I told him not to" Came a voice behind us, and I didn't need to be a sleuth to find out the owner behind that deep ice freezing baritone.

When Elle turned to shoot daggers at him and was bout to curse, it took all my strength and will to turn and stop her with my palm pressing hers tightly. I didn't want friction with a person, who wore murder on his sleeves, and played people's lives for his fun.

"May I know why?" I stuttered, unable to keep my volcano of emotions at bay. It was becoming more and more difficult to handle his intense stare, that spoke volumes of his inhumane feelings towards me.

"I want you to stay back for the dance, your sister can go." And just like that he had to speak, to confirm my worst fears.

Not one, not many. I did not want to be anywhere close to him, and a dance was the last thing I would agree to, when especially it meant being a prisoner in his arms.

"What do you mean?" I voiced out, a little firm and clear this time.

"I want you to stay back. Did you hear me this time, little one?"

"What do you even think of yourself? If you are a mafia that doesn't mean you can do anything. My sister will not dance with someone as repellent as you, do you get that" Screamed Elle, pointing her long sleek fingers to him, as if warning a rogue.

The way his face twisted at her words, snapped all my rebellious thoughts against him. He is the man of murder, and here, my sister and I are threatening him. If he wanted, he could kill us in a wink and make sure our bodies will be left to rot and won't be found, until he wished them to be. 

No one as much as would raise voice on him for our safety, or for our corpses. Our parents would be left wondering; but no one present here will inform them about our tragic deaths.

No, our stupidity cannot pull our parents down.

What difference will it make, if I dance with him once?

Maybe more than you think, girl.

Might even won't stop at one!

Gulping at my conscience and heart in hand, I turned to reply, when his sharp tone targeted at Elle cut my heart, "If you don't put that finger down this instant, it might no longer stay pasted to your palm, s**t. Wish to see, what I can and can't?"

"Look! We have to reach home, it is important. Please leave us be." I tried persuading, but, who the hell am I kidding, he was smarter and faster than a vicious robot.

"Of course darling you can, just a dance and you are free to go." He said calmly, the previous anger evaporating into thin air.

"Please let us go, our parents will be worried" I tried harder this time, but he was way more wicked than I had initially guessed.

"Don't lie to me babe. I very well know your parents are not home, you came to the club for the first time and your parents have no slightest idea regarding this, am I absolutely and undeniably right Sasha West?" He finished, making me and my sister shudder into nothing.

I could slowly feel from Elle's touch, she was loosing all the confidence and valiance she used as a facade to make me feel better and bring us out of this tricky situation.

"How do you know so much about us?" I asked, masking a blank face and siding my anguish inorder to not trigger my sister's panic attack, that was on the end.

"Mafia gets what he wants, legally or illegally, never matters munchkin" He said slowly sending creepy shivers down my spine, leaving me to pick up the hidden meaning behind his crooked words.

Elle was shivering now, all her previous demeanor turning into dust. I didn't know how, but she still managed to stand on her two legs conscious. I decided to be strong for both of us, we are into this together. I will not let him treat us like he owned our damn life.

But however, I didn't want to face consequences which would ruin not just us sisters, but our entire menage. To remain the peace of our household intact, I'd to make a move. I want my family to be normal without any mafia fuss dangling like swords aiming their necks.

"I agree to the dance. But soon after, you will let us go." I tried making a deal, with the man who had the ability to turn me into history.

"Sure baby, as you please, for now." He agreed, sealing my first dance for the night with him.

But as long as it is not my life he is sealing with his, I am fine.

Stop wishing the inevitable!

"May I have a dance with you Beautiful?" Asked Damon with a disarming smile, as if I had a choice to go against.

I nodded a little, and as if finding the most precious artifact he quickly clutched my hands into his, and swept me to the dance floor as he locked me into his arms. Enclosing me in his strong grip, his smile widened fashionably making him look like Hades, flipping my heart along with his mastery of elegant dance moves.

It is a sin for evil murderers like him to look this deliciously handsome.

He is a Satan, for god-sake.

Can't you recollect the threats he shot at you just a few minutes ago?

Stop drooling at him!

Damon Knight was definitely a gorgeous looking Satan, making sure he rules this planet like hell!

Sighing, I decided to not see him any less than one, handsome or not, doesn't matter until his heart is ugly.

~ End of Sasha West's POV ~

Playing with words was Damon Knight's favorite game, especially, when he is more interested in the speaker.

He made sure to agree to her statement, his way. The young Knight was a cruel man, but he never broke a promise if he made any. That was one of the many rules he made for himself and he always remained strict towards it, so when he made a promise to let her go, he made sure to turn it to his advantage.

He was also the master manipulator, who made his mission to manipulate the young girl into thinking he was just interested in a single dance and nothing else.

But little did she know, what kind of a man she encountered and was dealing with.

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