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Mafia's Obsession

Sofia

2: Chapter 2

HOPE

It was already Friday evening, and Lana, Sofia, and I were sitting in my room with a glass of champagne each. As you could guess, we always used any chance to have a drink or two.

My dad trusted me enough to let me drink as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted.

“So, what are you wearing?” Sofia asked the question that I dreaded the most.

I wanted to wear some baggy dress that would not show anything, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to walk out of the house wearing something awful.

“Don’t you fucking say that you are going to wear something baggy!” Lana snapped as soon as I opened my mouth to answer.

“Well…I thought…Fuck it.” I stood up and walked toward my closet. As I walked in, I turned toward my left, where all my nice clothes were.

After going through all of the options, I decided to wear a short, dark blue dress.

I walked out with it in my hand and showed it to the girls. Their faces looked like they had just received the best present from Santa, and they eagerly nodded.

“Fine.” I sighed, walked into my bathroom, and threw my clothes off.

Putting the dress on, I realized it was not a dress I could wear with underwear, even just a thong. Taking my thong off, I readjusted my dress.

I unlocked the door and proceeded to apply my makeup. I made my makeup pretty chill and natural, but I had to apply dark red lipstick. It was my go-to for any party, even if I was wearing awful clothes.

When I was finally finished, I walked out and stared at the two girls who were trying to clean up their clothes from my bedroom. As they straightened up, I noticed that both of them looked stunning.

Lana had on a tight black dress, and Sofia wore a red one. They looked similar but so different at the same time.

“Wow,” they both said as they took in my appearance. I was sure, if it were not both of them, I would run back into the toilet and change.

“Why the fuck do you wear this shit with a body like that?” Sofia said. And to emphasize her point, she used her hands to show the clothes I usually wear and what I was wearing now.

“I’ll explain later. Let’s go,” I said as we made our way downstairs.

We quickly put our heels on and walked out onto the porch where we were met by our driver for the night.

“Miss Anderson,” the driver said, opening the passenger door for me. The girls sat in the back. When we were all seated, I gave him my phone with the address of the club.

When we arrived at the place, it looked suspiciously quiet, but we made our way into the creepily dark alley where we were met with a fancy door and a big, buff guy standing right outside of it.

I took in his appearance and noticed straight away that he had a gun and a pair of handcuffs. Yep, we had definitely found the right place.

“Girls, what are you doing here?” The guy’s deep voice should have scared us.

“Nickolas told us to come. I’m his sister.” My stern voice said, “I do not take no for an answer.”

Without even thinking, he unlocked the door and let us through. As I walked in, the bright lights and loud music made me both blind and deaf.

After I blinked a few times, I noticed how big the place was. It was two stories high with a high ceiling. In the front, a DJ stood on a big stage. The rest of the place was a dance floor and a bar.

The place was full of people and smelled like sweat and sex. Well, a normal combination.

“Let’s party, girls!” I shouted as we made our way to the bar.

“Can I please have whiskey with ice and Coke? Don’t mix,” I screamed toward a good-looking barman who nodded and made my drink.

A few drinks later, we were all dancing and grinding against each other. I was tipsy, but Lana and Sofia were wasted by now.

As I looked around, I noticed a man standing behind a glass window on the second floor. I did not pay much attention to him, but I was sure as hell he was looking at me.

ENRIQUE

I made my way toward my office where I could observe everything and everyone. A few of my guards followed me in case something happened. We did not want innocent blood on our hands.

As soon as I closed the door to my office, the music was gone, and I was left in peaceful silence. I sighed while looking around the office to ensure that everything was just as I had left it.

It was still early in the night, so I had to deal with a bit of business. I sat behind my desk and took out papers full of information and data that would be destroyed when I finished reading them.

After a few hours of analyzing and destroying important information, I got bored of it. I preferred action, but now as I was stepping up to be the leader, I had to deal with boring stuff as well.

Standing right in front of all the action, but being so far away from it, was one of the best things in this office. Being above everyone in the club gave me power.

Not that I did not have enough of it. Everyone bowed down to me and feared me. I loved that feeling.

Looking around the club, I noticed some new faces. I have always been observant—even as a child, I noticed little movements that gave away leaders of different gangs.

I have been working since the age of ten, finding information that lay behind the words of leaders. I was always the best.

It was unusual to see new people without someone I knew, so two girls got my attention. A blond and a brunette.

They were probably high schoolers, but they were good-looking enough, so there was no point in getting rid of them.

I was about to leave and get back to work when I saw a girl who moved as if she ruled the dance floor. The grace in her walk and her appearance made my dick twitch.

She started dancing with the other two girls, which made me frown in disappointment. She was also a high schooler.

I did not get involved with them, but as she made eye contact with me, all my thoughts were replaced with an image of her riding me.

“John!” I barked through the phone, and seconds later, one of my trustworthy guards walked in.

“Enrique,” John said as he bowed his head a bit to show his respect.

“Get me the girl in the blue dress. She is with two of her friends.” I pointed toward the girl who had already made my dick semihard without even being in the room with me.

“You want her friends too?” he asked while licking his lips. I would let them play.

“Do whatever you want with them.” I saw his face light up. “But it has to be consensual,” I added, and he sternly nodded.

I would have killed any of my people if they touched a girl without her consent.

Seconds later, I saw a few of my people circle the girl and whisper something in her ear. She took a deep breath, nodding toward the people. She put a noticeably fake smile on and turned to her friends.

“She is coming, sir,” one of the guards said into his earpiece, and a little smirk formed on my face.

“Let me fucking go!” I heard my girl scream as she kicked one of the guards in the balls when he pushed her forward.

“Fucking hell! I will kill you now!” John said while grabbing his balls.

Oh, that was John’s balls. That will have hurt, considering her choice of heels.

I kept quiet, watching them interact. I knew he would not touch her. Not without my command. I had no intention of hurting her, until I heard her scream my name while she rode my cock.

“You know what the fuck this is?” John said as he pointed a gun toward her.

I stiffened a bit. I did not want him to scare her too much.

“That’s a Ruger MK II. A rimfire single-action semi-automatic pistol chambered in .22 long rifle, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s manufactured by Strum, Ruger & Company,” she said without stopping to think even once.

Fuck, my dick was hard as hell now.

“I prefer the Smith & Wesson Model 29.” She smirked as she finished.

John’s face showed only shock and surprise on his face.

She took that moment to turn around and finally notice me in the room.

“Who the fuck are you? And what do you want from me?” She gritted her teeth while she spat the words out.

Feisty. I liked it.

“Hello, tigre. Let me introduce myself. I’m Enrique Garcia the owner of this club.” I smirked as my name settled in her pretty head. She knew me.

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