I'd been expecting the night to be boring, but fate had other plans.
Who would've thought I'd find something this... interesting?
Two weeks ago, I discovered someone had stolen from me.
And I couldn't help but wonder who had the audacity to do that.
Anyone working for me knew better than to cross that line. It amused me, honestly—someone thought they could get away with it.
I loved these kinds of games, the ones where I was the hunter and they were the prey. It only took me a day to figure out who the thief was, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him.
What's the fun in striking immediately? No, I wanted him to savor the moment, to think he had outsmarted me.
And when he least expected it—when he thought he was safe—that's when I would strike.
And today? Today was the perfect day.
I walked into the club with a few of my men, a smirk spreading across my face as I surveyed the crowd. People were lost in their own little world, dancing, drinking, oblivious to the chaos that was about to unfold. My men were scattered throughout the place, making sure no one would interfere.
As I made my way to the VIP section, I saw him. That motherfucker. He had the audacity to rent a section with my fucking money, flaunting it like he was some kind of king.
He was there, making out with a girl who looked like a plastic doll, probably the most shallow thing in the room. I scoffed at them, finding it amusing how distracted they were, too blind to notice me.
I walked up to the railings, signaling my men to take care of the rest. I pulled out my gun and fired a stray shot.
The screams that followed were sweet music to my ears as chaos erupted in the club. But amidst the chaos, something—or rather, someone—caught my eye.
Her.
The look on her face—confusion mixed with something else—was too good to ignore.
I felt an almost twisted amusement stir within me. She didn't know what to do with herself.
I couldn't resist. I shot another man, right in front of her.
Her face morphed into pure fear, and I fucking loved it. Watching her tremble, feeling the rush of power it gave me... it was intoxicating.
And just when I thought it couldn't get better, she looked up—right into my eyes.
Her gaze. It held me captive. Those turquoise eyes were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She was fucking stunning, with a figure that looked real, unlike the artificial bodies I was used to. She was thick in all the right places, natural. Perfect.
I couldn't tear my eyes away, my mind racing with all the ways I could make her mine, all the things I could do to her. I watched her, intrigued by the mix of fear and curiosity in her eyes. I relished it. But just as I was savoring the moment, some asshole rushed toward her, pulling her into a hug.
My jaw clenched.
I didn't like seeing anyone touch what was mine.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, she was claimed. And no one, not a single soul, had the right to touch her.
The guy looked up at me, and I could see the defiance in his eyes. The fucking nerve of him.
My hands twitched with the urge to pull the trigger.
I wanted to shoot him then and there, but I knew better. He meant something to her, and I didn't want to scare her off before I had a chance to get to her.
He said something to her, then dragged her away.
I didn't look away. My eyes followed her, hoping she'd turn back, and when she did, I gave her a smirk—one that promised I'd be back for her.
She probably didn't understand, but it didn't matter. She would.
"Capo," Hayden's voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
"E' sveglio," he said, his words laced with urgency. He's awake.
A dark grin curled on my lips as I stood, ready to leave.