MAFIA WORLD with the Brat

Episode 2

I looked back at the dance floor where I saw the women dancing earlier.

The colorful lights flashed around the area, creating an electrifying atmosphere filled with laughter and music.

However, amidst the lively scene, I noticed a woman stumbling and struggling to keep her balance.

She was being led out of the bar by a man, and her clothes seemed disheveled and torn.

My heart sank as I recognized her; she was the same woman who had caught my attention earlier with her vivacious dance moves and infectious smile.

Determined to intervene, I quickly made my way through the crowd, weaving between dancing bodies and groups of people engrossed in conversation.

As I got closer, I could see that the woman was clearly intoxicated, her eyes glassy and her speech slurred.

Concern and anger welled up inside me as I approached them before they could leave the bar.

"Hold on! Where are you taking her?!" I reprimanded the man firmly, trying to maintain my composure despite the growing unease inside.

The man turned to face me, his face contorted with anger and defiance.

"Who are you, and what's it to you that I take her?! She's my girlfriend, so mind your own business!" he shouted back at me, his voice echoing above the music.

I couldn't believe his nonchalant response.

"Your girlfriend? Really?" I retorted with sarcasm, glancing at the woman who seemed barely conscious.

"Go away!" she chimed in, her voice sounding far from coherent.

The situation escalated as the man's aggression intensified, and he shoved me away, clearly trying to assert dominance. I held my ground, my annoyance now mixed with a sense of protectiveness towards the vulnerable woman.

"How old are you?!" I asked, hoping to expose some sense of reason in him.

"Why do you even care? What's your business with her?!" he replied with growing anger, making it clear that he had no intention of explaining himself.

"Let's go, babe," he said to the woman, trying to continue dragging her away.

"Baaabeeee hahahahah. Babeeee," she slurred, her attempt at a giggle turning into a drunken expression of affection as she pinched the man's cheek.

My irritation with the man's behavior intensified, and though I didn't know them, I couldn't bear to see her in such a state.

A mixture of emotions washed over me, and a part of me wanted to take matters into my own hands and protect her from him.

"If you don't want me to call the police on you, trust me, I could ruin your life, boy. Let her go!" I threatened, my voice stern and filled with anger.

It was clear that he needed a wake-up call to understand the seriousness of his actions.

"Are you trying to scare me?! Or perhaps you don't know who I am? My Father is a powerful figure! I can have you thrown into jail if I want!" he boasted arrogantly, puffing out his chest in an attempt to intimidate me.

I remained unfazed by his threats, maintaining a firm stance.

"Oh, really? Then go ahead and try, so you can see what you're looking for. Now let go of the woman if you don't want me to have you arrested!" I challenged him, my voice steely and resolute.

"Heyyyy! Who are you?! And what a little punk you are! Ugggh Ughhhh! Awwwwhhggghhh!" the woman suddenly intervened, slurring her words as she tried to stand up straight while vomiting.

"Ohhh yucks, you're disgusting! Look what you did to my shirt! Stay there!" the man said in disgust, trying to clean himself up as he distanced himself from the intoxicated woman.

In a surprising turn of events, he suddenly released his grip on the woman, and I managed to catch her just in time before she could fall to the ground, her legs weak from the alcohol.

Without wasting any time, I signaled my assistant to apprehend the man and teach him a lesson.

His entitled and disrespectful behavior needed to be addressed.

"Come on, I'll take you home," I said softly to the woman, trying to comfort her despite her intoxicated state.

"Where do you live? Do your parents know you're in a place like this?!" I asked, my irritation mixing with genuine concern for her well-being.

She didn't respond coherently, only mumbling incoherently as I checked her bag for identification.

To my surprise, Wala masyadong laman ang wallet nya except for lipstick, a 10,000 Peso bill, and a cellphone.

"How did you get in here? Hmmm, such a mischievous girl," I muttered with a sigh, realizing that she must have sneaked in without proper identification or money.

I tried to unlock her phone, hoping to find some information about her or a contact person, but it was password-protected, and I couldn't open it.

"What am I going to do with you," I sighed again, feeling the weight of responsibility for a person I didn't even know.

With no other thought in my mind, I decided to get a taxi and take her to my house.

She needed help, and I couldn't just leave her in this vulnerable state, especially considering her connection to the powerful man who had just tried to intimidate me.

As we got into the taxi, I made a mental note to ensure her safety and find a way to help her, even if it meant confronting her family about her reckless behavior.

I took her to the mansion without thinking about what the household staff would say. I cradled her in my arms like a newlywed bride, and the guards were surprised when they saw me.

"Sir, do you need any assistance? What happened to her?" the guard asked, clearly taken aback.

"She's just drunk. I'll take care of her. Please inform the maids to prepare some clothes for her to change into," I instructed him.

"It's not necessary anymore; I'm here now. I'll help her to change, and I'll prepare some hot soup in case she wakes up," Mrs. Jane said hastily, volunteering to take care of the woman.

As the mansion's grand doors closed behind us, I carried her up the ornate staircase, my heart filled with a mix of concern and curiosity about the woman I was now responsible for.

She seemed so delicate in my arms, and I couldn't help but treat her with the utmost care, as if she were a precious gem that needed protection.

The opulent surroundings of the mansion seemed to contrast sharply with the reality of the situation.

Here I was, a privileged man with power and influence, holding a young woman who was lost in a haze of alcohol-induced vulnerability.

It made me reflect on the stark disparities in the world and how easily people can be swept away by their circumstances.

It was unusual for me to let a woman sleep in my room.

Whenever I had female visitors, they would stay in the guest room, and I never allowed anyone inside my sacred space.

I couldn't explain why I felt so comfortable having her in my room, but it was as if an inexplicable bond had formed between us.

As I approached my room, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me.

It wasn't just about allowing a stranger into my personal space; there was something deeper at play.

It was as if fate had brought us together for a reason, and my instincts told me that I needed to help her.

Once inside the room, I carefully laid her on the plush bed, making sure she was comfortable.

I couldn't help but notice the vulnerability etched on her face, and it tugged at my heartstrings.

Despite knowing so little about her, I felt an inexplicable connection that went beyond reason.

I couldn't deny the compassion I felt for this woman I barely knew.

Despite her drunken state and the chaos she caused at the bar, there was something about her that touched me.

Perhaps it was her vulnerability or her carefree nature that reminded me of a different side of myself.

Once inside my room, I made sure she was comfortably settled in bed before leaving her to rest.

As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards her well-being.

I knew that when she woke up, we would need to have a serious conversation about her actions and the potential dangers she exposed herself to.

Trusting Mrs. Jane to care for her. I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter had become more than just a chance meeting.

It felt like a turning point, an unexpected twist in the tapestry of our lives that had set us on an unknown path together.

Little did I know that this woman, with her spontaneity and carefree spirit, would make such a profound impact on my world, one that would forever change both our lives.

"Mrs. Jane, you take care of her. I'll be in the library. Please change her clothes and clean her up; she smells like vomit," I told the household staff.