His Dark Moon

Prologue

Luna

20 years old

"We shouldn't be doing this", I whisper-yell at my baby sister, Lia, who doesn't seem to care. I shouldn't be encouraging this. Not again. If Dad gets to know that we are sneaking out, we will be screwed.

"Come on, Luna, grow up. We will be back in three hours. No one is going to notice our absence. Moreover, it's been a couple of months since we had some fun." she exclaims, as we climb down the stairs in silent footsteps. She wears an emerald cocktail dress that hugs her curves, and her hair falls around her face in wavy curls, high heels adores her feet, making her look like a sexy doll.

"Yeah, but, what if Dad gets to know?", I question, concern and dread filling my insides. We exit the house from the back door, entering the garden.

The climate is cool and humid, the trees surrounding us stand tall, and a variety of flowers decorate the garden which was once planted by Mom.

The lights here do little to illuminate the garden, making sneaking easier.

Several guards stand tall at the main gate to ensure the safety of the mansion, and some patrol the rear.

"You worry too much, you know that?" she whispers, as I stumble on my path because of the uncomfortable heels that Lia choose for me. Cool night air sweeps through my skin as goosebumps break out over my flesh. I feel too exposed. I wore a strapless black dress that clings to my torso, shaping my breasts, the waves of the skirt reach my knees in an uneven hem. This dress is way too sexy for my liking but quite beautiful.

We make our way to the garden's exit gate, from which we had sneaked out many times without anyone's notice. Our father would never allow us to go to nightclubs. Lorenzo Romano was anything but a doting father, but he wouldn't want us to become his liability.

Dad, being an Italian mob boss, wouldn't want his daughters to be caught in the hands of the Russian mafia.

We exit the garden and locate the cab waiting for us. Getting into the back seat, Lia instructs the driver to drive us to Saturn, the famous nightclub in the city.

As we enter the club, loud music fills my senses, and the scent of alcohol and sweat fills my nostrils. The crowd dances, soft blue and green light illuminates the room, as melody and murmurs fill the stage. We stop at the bar and order some drinks. I take a seat in a boot sipping my cherry martini as Lia dances to the music on the dance floor.

As I watch the crowd, I think about how happy would we be if my father had adored us enough, how would freedom feel if we weren't born in a mob household, how would it feel to experience the freedom these people tasted? Would our life be any different if Mom wasn't dead?

Mom was the only one who had ever loved and cared about us, but unfortunately, died because of a brain clot a few years ago.

She would have been so angry if she had discovered that we were sneaking out. I chuckle at the thought.

I had promised Mom before her death that I would protect Lia at any cost and I certainly will stand my word.

After Mom's death, Dad has become more distinct from us. As years passed by, the agony of being ignored has become a subtle ache, though the disappointment remains.

My eyes wander around the place when I spot a creep staring at Lia as if he wants to eat her alive. His creepy gaze then lands on me as I look away. His stare makes my skin crawl, so I try to concentrate on my breathing.

Does he know us? Is he from the Russian mob? Is he one of Dad's enemies? Is he going to do any harm?

We are in a nightclub, isn't that normal that guys stare at chicks? I mentally slap myself for overthinking just because of a guy's stare.

I have always been the one who is easy to break, the one who worries about every simple thing, and who cannot bear a little pressure, too fragile. Whereas, Lia has always been a brave girl, who has challenged Dad with every step of life without batting an eye, the easygoing.

I envy her sometimes since I am not strong as she is.

However, we have grown to care for each other and I love her from the bottom of my heart.

My bubble of thoughts cracks, when Lia approaches me snatching my drink, placing it on the table, and dragging me to the dance floor.

We enjoy some more drinks and dance to the tune until we are sweating when I realize that we should get our asses back to the mansion. Safely.

I grab Lia from the dance floor and drag her drunken ass to the exit.

"Luna, I don't want to leave yet, please, let me enjoy, sissy!" she requests adorably as I resist melting at her puppy-like features. She is too cute when she is drunk but the bigger part of me knows that we have to get our asses to bed without anyone noticing us.

"I am sorry, it's time to go, we will have to go back home before Dad finds out." She pouts at my remark and makes a cute angry face as I resist a chuckle.

"Fine, but I need to pee."

"Be quick, I will call a cab."

Nodding, she retreats into the club, wobbling on the way. I resist a laugh and look for a cab.

I wait for her when some buff, masculine, and scar-faced guys smirk at me like they had a triumph. I internally scowl at their disgusting smirk and watch them get inside an SUV.

I wait for a few minutes more when unease coats my insides.

I should look for her.

I enter the club scanning the place for the sight of Lia. She's not here. I search for the club restroom and enter. Not here too.

Where is she?

Tears start to fill my vision, as I make my way to search for her again.

She should be fine, she will be fine.

I tell myself that but I do not see a sight of her.

No.

Fear of losing her fills me, fear that I will never hear her complaining, fear that I will never hear her giggles again, fear that I will never see her again.

Tears slide down my cheeks without me knowing, as I call for her hoping that she will somehow appear in front of me.

But, no answer comes my way.

She has vanished.