HER
I hated this. I hate my life. I hate everything that has happened to me after my parents.. left me.
"Whoo yeah baby show me what you're made of!" I continued to dance, ignoring the men lusting after me. A man walked up to me on stage, and pulled me to him. "How's about we," he groped my ass. "Go to the back and have some fun." I shoved him off of me, but not before he grabbed my throat. "Stupid bitch you'll pay for that." A man walked up to him and spoke a language I didn't understand. The man who grabbed me, backed away, glaring at me.
I looked to the person who saved me. "Don't thank me, thank the boss." He nodded up at a dark window. I couldn't help but feel that there was someone up there watching me. I turned to ask the man a question, but he was gone.
I ran my fingers through my hair and walked off the stage. I walked back to my area, and paced back and forth. "Hey, blondie," I turned, and faced the person I hate the most. Braxton, my stupid boss. "We have important V.I.P's upstairs, so get your tight ass upstairs and entertain them." I rolled my eyes and pushed past him.
I adjusted my mask before heading upstairs. The room was filled with clouds of smoke and laughter. Eyes watched my every move.
The room was filled with men who looked to be dangerous. I started to dance around the small stage, letting their eyes wander. There was one set of eyes that sent my body in a blaze. His dark hazel eyes piercing into my soul. He licked his full luscious lips, and tipped back his drink.
"Partire. Adesso." Every male got up, and exited the room. He circled me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable, slightly excited.
"What is your name, girl." His thick Italian accent making my knees weak. "Spitfire.." He grabbed my hair in his hand, pulling my head back. "That you are," He gazed into my eyes. "Your name, not some cazzate stage name." I don't know why, but this man.. he screams pleasure, pain, desire beyond dreams.
His thumb trailed down my neck. "Potrei prenderti tutti qui." He trailed his hands up to my mask, carefully taking it off of my face.
"Cazzo, così fottutamente bello." He stepped away from me and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Leave, now." I gathered myself, and headed for the door. I stopped and slowly faced him.
"My name, is Aria."
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His Treasure
RomanceHis position as a Don is all he knew until Aria Laughlin came into his life one fateful night working in his club. He makes an offer that she can't refuse. Can she handle the thought of being with the most feared Don in New York City?
