My Mafia Madness 2

Chapter 20 - A Bit of Harmless Fun

The music was thumping loudly, echoing off a monotone base into Alexa’s ears as she allowed herself to finally let loose and enjoy herself amidst the crowd full of clubbers currently surrounding her.

In the middle of so many sweaty bodies, she hadn’t yet noticed that Willow and Roberto were dancing almost a metre away from where she was now, arm in arm with one another.

This left her all alone.

But she didn’t mind, she preferred it that way.

This was the first time she had been able to let go of all the drama and danger in her life for a long time.

To feel normal again… like everyone else around her got to feel every single day of their lives.

Besides, they were in a nightclub, in Italy!

Her dream was literally coming true.

Bodies bumped up against her every now and then, but she didn’t seem to notice any of them as she continued dancing.

Far too lost in the rhythm and excitement, Alexa closed her eyes and moved sensually to a song that sounded like “Belly-dancer” by Akon.

Only the words were not in English, instead in Italian.

By now she had consumed many alcoholic drinks courtesy of the others who had come along with her and Alexa was certainly feeling the buzz of freedom, at long last.

A part of her wished that Dante was there with her.

To enjoy this moment.

Pushing the thought aside, she focused her thoughts on the rhythm and moved along with it, roaming her hands up and down her curvaceous body as her hips swayed back and forth to the beat.

-

Meanwhile, right outside, all three of Dante’s SUVs pulled up right outside the nightclub and appeared to attract the attention of everyone lined up outside as the Mafia Don stepped out of his sleek, armoured ride.

Looking around for a moment, he the proceeded to lead all twelve of his men, including Nicola, Luca and Cecilio inside.

The bouncers standing out front were quickly pushed aside by his men as the Reaper strode in through the entrance and into the deafening club, as if he had owned the place.

Dante was like a predator searching for his prey right now.

Anyone foolish enough to get in his way might face the possibility of an early death courtesy of either him or his men.

Nicola signalled for the men to fan out amongst the crowded club as Dante stood at the front, his hands squeezing the handrail separating him from the enormous dance floor around the pool below.

His emerald eyes searched like lasers for her amidst the crowd of unfamiliar faces until he finally found her.

But she wasn’t alone…

-

The song suddenly changed into another popular club song, and everyone abruptly cheered in unison as they continued dancing on into the night.

The atmosphere was electric.

Alexa began to feel as the alcohol was taking her over completely.

She found her steps becoming harder and harder with each passing second and her vision beginning to blur slightly.

Feeling a little overwhelmed from the sudden heat of so many bodies so close together, she began to slow down with the intention of leaving the dance floor to go and find the others.

But that idea changed when she suddenly felt a set of warm arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her in against a rock-hard chest as a familiar masculine scent filled her nostrils.

But it wasn’t Dante’s scent.

At first, she hadn’t registered what was happening. Whoever was behind her swayed his hips in time with hers, practically grinding into her ass from behind.

She could feel just how excited this was making him from the bulge pressing into her lower back.

Grabbing onto both of his arms, she turned her head to the side to see the face of whoever it was with their arms around her and froze in a mixture of confusion and unease.

“Matteo?”

The emerald eyes of none other than Matteo Romano stared back at her, heavily hooded as he smirked seductively at her.

Everything happened so quickly, but for Alexa it felt as if time had slowed right down to a crawl in that moment.

Frowning at him, she pulled at his arms in an attempt to free herself, but he held onto her with such strength that it was utterly impossible.

He wasn’t letting go of this long-awaited chance to have such an intimate moment with her.

Now she began to panic.

“Matteo... stop.” she called out as loudly as she could.

He merely smiled back at her, furrowing his brows at her apparent expression of fear. He had no idea of why she would be reacting in such a way to him.

After all, it was just a bit of harmless fun.

“Relax Alexa, it’s just dancing.” he shouted back at her while continuing to grind into her from behind.

“No...” she muttered.

Shaking her head, she tried pulling herself out of his grasp a little more now, gritting her teeth and struggling from side to side.

When she realised he wasn’t letting go, she felt no other choice but to send her elbow flying back into his chest.

The force of her elbow hitting him seemed enough to stun him into releasing her and she pulled away from him, turning around to face him with fear in her eyes.

She was border lining tears right now.

How could he do this to her?

Had he not heard her telling him to stop over such loud music?

No… he had to know what he was doing. After all he fought against her trying to free herself from his hold. Right?

Frowning back at her and holding both his hands out in a form of surrender, Matteo called out a second time, as if it would help his case in this situation.

“It’s just a dance.”

She shook her head at his blatant lack of understanding.

What he had just done with her was wrong on so many levels and now she was feeling the barrage of smothering guilt for having allowed it to even happen in the first place.

But it wasn’t her fault, right?

And just when things were already wildly out of control, they got a whole lot worse.

Both Alexa and Matteo turned to notice that the crowd was being parted forcefully by something or someone headed their way.

The final clubbers were moved aside to reveal a furious Dante leading his men towards them and Alexa’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Dante!” she spoke softly, so softly that only she could hear herself.

A murderous glare emanated from the Mafia Don, aimed directly at his youngest brother Matteo, who looked equally worried about Dante’s appearance here at the club right now.

Whatever was about to go down, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

As the crowd moved aside, both Roberto and Willow too noticed the commotion and immediately recognised who was responsible for causing all the sudden trouble.

“Oh s**t!” Roberto cried out.

“That can’t be good!”

He then quickly began moving through the growing crowd of people, fighting to try and intercept whatever was about to happen between both of his brothers before this crowd of strangers.

Roberto knew the jealousy that Dante had for Matteo.

And for good enough reason!

Coming to a stop right in front of where both Alexa and Matteo stood, Dante didn’t take his deadly glare off his brother for a single second.

His chest pumped out proudly, as if he were an animal asserting his dominance in this particular situation. And in a way he was.

Alexa noticed both of his fists were clenched down by his sides and she wanted to step in between them, to prevent what was to come...

But it all happened so fast.

Too fast for her to try and prevent it.

Matteo held out his hand as he spoke, “Dante, we were just-”

‘SMACK!’

Matteo didn’t get the chance to finish his explanation before the Reaper’s closed fist came hurtling through the air at a tremendous speed and force.

He ruthlessly clocked his youngest brother right in the face and sent him down to the ground in a second.

A collective gasp sounded from the crowd watching around them, but Dante didn’t seem to pay any notice of their existence.

He was here for one thing and one thing only.

Turning around his eyes met those of Alexa and she instinctively stepped backwards, away from him as he proceeded to move in on her with such power and fury.

She could almost sense the heat emanating from him as he stopped right in front of her.

Her chest heaved in and out at the raw emotion showing from him. Coming from the man that Alexa had, up until now, suspected was unable to feel anything whatsoever.

“Dante, I…” she began, shaking her head.

But once again, he didn’t allow her to finish her sentence.

Within the fraction of a second he suddenly bent down and grabbed Alexa by her waist, flipping her up over his shoulder and lifting her high into the air as he stood at his massive height once more.

The way he lifted her, it was as if she didn’t weigh a thing!

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Alexa screamed out angrily, pelting with her hands against his back as the Reaper then turned and headed back for the entrance.

“Dante, let me down right now! This is insane, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me down!”

Ignoring her constant pleas for him to release his hold on her, Dante marched out through the club’s entrance with his woman held over his shoulder as if he were merely going for a casual stroll.

-

Dante’s darkened expression was void of emotion as he came to the parked SUV, right as Luca opened the back door for them to get inside.

“I’m serious, you have no f*****g right to do this to me. Let go of-”

Alexa squealed as Dante practically threw her onto the back seat before climbing in after her and boxing her in as the door closed behind him.

Her pursed lips and icy glare showed just how furious she was with his sudden primitive approach to handling her, and she immediately sat up in her seat, breathing heavily as the SUV suddenly screeched off from its parked position.

They had their target.

Mission complete.

But things were far from over.