I’ll never forget him
777 Words
I tipped my head in greeting as a warm rush of adrenaline ran down my spine at the way he watched me and the recognition of his name. I met his heavy gaze, dark gray eyes shaded by thick, dark lashes that could fool you into thinking his eyes were darker than they really were.
“Miss Emma” His voice was indifferent but something amused and dangerous played in his gaze, challenging me.
I’d stake my life that all the rumors of Alexander Dante ruthlessness were true.
I blinked, returning to the present.
It was ridiculous that even after four years, thinking about him had my heart racing in my chest. Fifteen years my senior, sissy’s brother, was way out of my league. Not that I wanted him in my league. He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear.
And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake.
I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.
I’d never forgotten him. It’d be impossible to forget that face, that gaze that held me captive, and that jaw with a mouth that I was certain knew how to bring pleasure. One look at him and shudders rolled down my spine. The ruthless man with a gorgeous face was exactly what I didn’t need but my body seemed to want him.
The music pumped remix after remix, my skin glistened with sweat, the crowd became rowdier and rowdier when I heard my name, loud and clear, over the pounding music. My eyes roamed the room, but I didn’t see a single familiar face.
“Sissy. Emma.” Again, our names were called out.
Sissy and I shared a glance, then both of our eyes traveled over the faces in the crowd.
Two men walked confidently through the crowded room, their eyes zeroed in on us. Sissy took a step closer to me at the same time, I stepped closer to her.
“Do you know them?”
Her eyebrows furrowed, recognition in her gaze. “They’re my brother’s friends.”
My eyes flickered back to the two men striding towards us like they owned this joint. Danger was part of these two men, and not because of the ink that marked their skin on their necks and hands, but it was the harshness in their gaze. Darkness in their eyes that resembled that of Alex Dante
“Are you sure?” I barely got the words out when the two men stopped in front of us.”
“Ladies. I’m James king and this is my brother, Paul We’ve come to take you home.”
Sissy and I shared a glance. We planned on hanging out here for another week before I headed out for my assignment. Asia. Kuala Lumpur. My finger itched to start snapping photographs.
Sissy waved her hand as if that would send them away. “No, thank you.”
“I’m afraid, I’ll have to insist,” the other guy chimed in. Paul King. James and Paul King. In the back of my mind, I searched for that name. It was familiar. I’ve heard it before. The alcohol I’d consumed wasn’t helping.
James and Paul King, Mafia. Their father, denzo King, was one of the most feared men on the East Coast of the United States. And his sons weren’t far behind them.
“Your mother is dead, sissy,” James explained. “And your brother needs you back.” A soft gasp escaped my lips and I glanced at my best friend. She kept her expression masked, but I knew she cared. She wasn’t as close to her mother as I was to mine, but she loved her. The poor woman married a hard, cruel man and it broke her.
I felt the men’s eyes on me and I turned to look at them.
“Miss Emma” you can come along. Alex indicated you and sissy are close, and she’ll need all the support she can get.”
Hesitation slithered through me. I wanted to be there for sissy, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to see her brother. Or her father.
Sissy slid her hand into mine and our eyes locked. “Please come,” she choked out, her lower lip trembling and there was no way I could refuse her.
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