The Mafia’s Innocent Revenge

Chapter 2: Inside the Onyx

One hour later, Lana was standing inside The Onyx, the most exclusive and dangerous underground club in the city. The pounding bass shook her chest, and the flashing purple neon lights made her head hurt instantly. She shrank into the corner of a leather booth, nervously clutching her cheap canvas bag, looking completely out of place next to the glittering crowd.

Across the club, hidden behind heavy, secure velvet curtains, sat the private VIP lounge. Inside that lounge sat Zekail.

Zekail was a ghost story whispered in the dark corners of the city. At only twenty-eight years old, he was the most ruthless, feared mafia boss in the entire underworld. His sharp, handsome face looked as if it were carved from cold marble, and his icy grey eyes held a lethal power. He was a man of absolute control. Nobody dared look him in the eyes, and nobody touched him and lived. Tonight, he was scanning the club through the dark glass of his lounge, bored and dangerous.

Back at the booth, Chloe handed Lana a sweet, bright pink cocktail. "Drink up, Lana! Stop being a party pooper."

Lana did not see the wicked, jealous glint in Chloe's eyes. She did not see Sarah secretly hiding a small glass vial back into her purse. Desperate to finish her drink and leave, Lana took several large gulps.

Within ten minutes, the trap was sprung.

A heavy, terrifying wave of dizziness hit Lana like a physical blow. The room began to spin violently. The flashing lights bled together into streaks of blinding color. Panic exploded in her chest. Her mind became completely foggy, and her breath hitched. Her friends had slipped a powerful drug into her drink.

"I need to leave," Lana gasped, her voice slurring.

Chloe and Sarah just laughed, turning their backs on her. Realizing her friends had abandoned her, a terrified Lana stumbled away from the booth. She could not find the exit because the drug made her completely disoriented. Fighting the heavy darkness closing in on her eyes, she pushed blindly through a set of dark velvet curtains, searching for fresh air.

Instead, she stumbled straight into the quiet, suffocating luxury of Zekail’s VIP lounge.