Mafia captive

Amanda “There’s a guy at the bar who hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we came up to dance.” Riley yelled into my ear, the loud club music almost drowning out her words. “I don’t care.” I shouted back. “I’m here for you and I have zero interest in any secret admirers.” Riley grinned. “There’s nothing secret about how he’s looking at you, darling. And he’s a smoke show.” I gave her a stern look, she just laughed. I was glad to see her laughing again. In fact, this idea to go out clubbing might have been the best idea I’d come up with in years. A week ago, Riley’s relationship had crashed and burned when she had paid her long distance boyfriend a surprise visit and caught him in bed with…wait for it…Riley’s own cousin. Riley had been the one to introduce them because they had both been in the same college and took the same classes. Not only had the jerk Cole not been the least apologetic after getting caught, but he had accused Riley of being frigid and boring. Riley had returned heartbroken and had been moping since then. I loved Riley, she was my best friend and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her, but there was just so much of unbathed, weeping female I could take and I had gotten to my limit. She had been hesitant when I had suggested going out, but I hadn’t taken no for an answer, practically pulling her into the bathroom and hosing her down. So, yes, it was good to see my best friend laughing again. I wasn’t going to ruin it by going off with some guy and abandoning her here. What kind of friend would that make me? “I’d hate myself forever if I didn’t persuade you to go after that divine man. Or at least just look at him.” She urged. “Not interested.” I reiterated. “tonight is all about you.” “Do you know what will make me feel infinitely better?” “No.” I already knew where she was going. In my opinion, men were more trouble than they were worth anyways, good looking men even more. She pouted. “But at least, just take a peek. You might change your mind. He’s at my two o’clock.” “Fine. I’ll take a look and we can forget about him.” I relented, because I knew how Riley could be. She’d poke and prod at me all night till I eventually looked. She was the most bull headed person I knew. “Trust me, you won’t be forgetting about him in a hurry.” She winked. For all the fuss she was making, it had better be Henry Cavill sitting there. Rolling my eyes at her, I finally looked over my shoulder and lost my breath. Riley hadn’t been exaggerating. If anything, she had been playing it down. The man wasn’t just a smoke show. He was what happened when all the good genes in an ancestral line came together in perfect harmony and then stood back afterwards and applauded themselves. Our eyes met for one charged second before I tore mine away to face Riley who had a knowing look on her face. “Oh God.” I exclaimed. “oh God indeed. He definitely had a special hand in creating that one.” She let out a peal of laughter. “he can’t be real.” I gasped. “I thought the same thing when I saw him at first, until I noticed that we are surrounded by women with a singular focus on that side of the bar.” She pointed out. “trust me, he’s very much real.” I looked around to see that she was correct. The women dancing around us were all watching him. Even the ones with partners. I didn’t blame them. I was sure their partners suddenly seemed basic before the perfection that was that man. “But he only has eyes for you.” She continued. “It’s this dress.” I said. Riley had gotten me the red number months ago and I had tossed it into my wardrobe and forgot about it. I had only dug it out tonight in hopes of making her happy. I wasn’t a skinny girl. I had lots of curves and an ass that made fitting into jeans difficult. The dress I had on clung to every one of those curves and hit just below my ass. The neckline plunged impossibly low, with a meshwork of ropes and laces lending it some disguise of decency. “I’m pretty sure that dress wouldn’t look like that on me, so I can for a fact state that it’s more of you in the dress than the dress itself.” She winked. “We’re surrounded by a lot of women, you can’t exactly know that he’s looking at me.” I reasoned. We were all packed together like sardine. He could have been looking at anyone. “I can assure you, dove, that you are the one who’s had my entire attention the whole night.” A deep voice suddenly said from behind me. I whirled around with a surprised gasp and lost my footing in the sky high heels I had on. One second I was falling, the next, I was in the stranger’s arms. I blinked up at him and holy hell, he was even better up close. Azure eyes stared down at me, piercing and intense. I shivered under his gaze, goosebumps running down my arms. He had dark hair, cut shorter on the sides and longer at the top. A close cropped beard covered a sharp jaw and framed well shaped pink lips. Even in my four inch heels, he still towered over me, over six feet tall of the perfect male specimen wrapped in an expensive looking dark suit and filling my lungs with the intoxicating smell of his perfume. “y-you can let go now.” I stammered out as I found my footing. “never.” Was his mysterious reply. I couldn’t help but feel that there was more to that single word. “well, you two have fun. I’ll be over there.” Riley’s voice broke me out of the trance the stranger had put me under, the world coming back into focus around me. I tried to shift away from his hold, but his arms only tightened around my body. I shot Riley a panicked look. “just text me your location when you leave.” Riley’s grin was wide and full of mischief. My eyes went wide. Was she seriously about to leave me with this man? He could be an ax murderer for all we knew. Before I could protest, my traitor best friend was disappearing into the crowd as fast as her legs could carry her. “I’m not gonna harm you.” He said. “said every serial killer ever.” I pointed out. His mouth twisted up in amusement. “Are you this distrustful of people?” “Just strangers.” “let’s correct that then. I’m Dante.” “Amanda. My friends call me Mandy, but alas, you’re not my friend.” I replied. “pleasure to meet you, Dante.” He chuckled. “The pleasure is all mine, Amanda.”