The Secret Behind His Fists

Chapter 1- Stolen Glances

Seline's POV-

I had just finished up working overtime in the hospital where I am a nurse practitioner. My name is Seline and I am 24 and I work at W.B Mason Hospital in New York City. In the past 72 hours of my shift I assisted on over 100 emergencies, put in over 84 sutures not all on one patient, I know what you were thinking. I have been puked on so many times I lost count... I NEED A DRINK! So here I am now, in my nice but not too small apartment getting ready to go out with my friends.

Paxton's POV-

I swing out my fist making contact with his nose feeling it break under my hand, I grin from ear to ear. I love the feeling of bones breaking when it is due to me. My name is Paxton but my friends and gang call me Pax. I am 34 and I am an MMA fighter who belongs to an MC (Motorcycle Club) named The Rising Son. I own my own gym which bares the name of the MC, it also means I can kick some ass any time I want. Oh yea did I mention I am the son of the Don, and for those of you who don't know what that means, it means I am the Son to the head of the Italian Mafia.

Seline's POV-

I am currently standing in line to one of New York's hottest new clubs The Rising Son, I am not sure who named this club of what the name means but hey, New York's hottest club. With me are my best friends Hanna and Celeste, I have known these girls since 9th grade and we became instant best friends. Suddenly a guy who looks like a bouncer comes over to us and I am thinking he is gonna tell us to leave because I am not your typical blonde bomb shell, but what he says surprises me as well as Hanna and Celeste. "Ladies if you could please follow me" the big burly guy said to us and we just looked at each other and shrugged before following him to what looks like the entrance of the club. We look at the guy who in turn looks back at us and tells us to go on in and enjoy the night.

We looked at each other and smiled as we walked into this new lavish club, the red velvet walls with the black accents and the semi low lighting made for an interesting setting. Chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, the huge dance floor in the middle packed with bodies, women in tight short dresses and men in muscle tanks or tees with the tight fitting jeans grinding on each other. The bar was long and modern with a sleek black marble top and black mirrored base was like something out of a book. As we walked over to the bar we discussed what we would order so it would be ready as the bar seemed to be packed as well.

Standing at the bar as we waited I chose to look around taking in the atmosphere. I noticed the outside edged of the dance floor had these enormous booths packed with hot men and gorgeous women on their laps. Scanning around I notice this one man, he is tanned and packed with muscles much like a wrestler or an MMA fighter (yes ladies and gents I watch both of those, call me a tomboy at heart hehe). Trying not be obvious I sit there scanning over his tones tan body, he is wearing a black muscle tank with I'm guessing black tight jeans. As I reach his face I notice his one eye is black and blue, slightly swollen with a small cut above it. Damn did that man get into a fight or something?

Paxton's POV-

As I am sitting in the booth with my men and brothers I slowly scan my club as I always do to make sure everything is going as well as can be expected. My eyes reach the bar area and I notice this gorgeous woman in this tight I am guessing blue sequined dress that barely covers her ass, her breasts slightly spilling over the top. Reaching her face I note that she seems to be looking over at me scanning my body with her eyes trying not to be obvious, to someone else they wouldn't have noticed, but in my line of work I am trained to notice the not so obvious.

Her long brown hair is wavy and slightly over her shoulder brushing against her breast, god I wish that was my hand. Woah where did that thought come from I thought to myself, but then again those thoughts were there a lot with some women, but this woman looked different, innocent to say the least.