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he club, you know disguising myself was part of the ga

and I already had my role memorized:

t dripped crystal, and shadows curling in corners like smoke. I stepped inside wearin

e was born to kill, blocked my way to th

not on t

said boldly with a wink. Honestly, I wasn't scared, considering what I

ff guard. "You got b

. It's cal

ilt the same way he was, and then they tri

ow a lady is

of my stamina and, at the same time, look

on this angel

ss

guesse

tattoos of his, around his neck before it fi

and maybe fear. There was something magnetic ab

cause only that could explain this cu

sion. Holding a glass of l

ied away, as it's still at my f

through at once, and I

places where money didn't just talk-it whispered. The low hum of conversations, the clink of glasses

n't here for c

eard you say that you are an ar

he trailing all along, or was he only

ot when he is from a Mafia family a

o play alon

ady lit. A slow jazz beat played in the background, but I didn

I

posed when I lost my parents- was

sang like my life depended on it with the best melody anyone could imagine,

nd I think mine is singing, but t

pped, I looked up, and

n't b

dn't

air-like a toast. I think this significantly explained to m

ready had his attention wi

, over to m

yet maintained not smiling, didn't even move a muscle. He just watched. His eyes were li

that said, You're mine, w

wasn

ce was already enough for me. I just grabbed the edge of the mic sta

a voice said

was him, as I already took note of his v

ne. His words were low, a little rough, but there was

ut his footsteps followed. Not hurried, not slo

he said, stepping into my

g a tight smile. "You alr

t the corners, but it wasn't a smile. Not r

as a challenge or just hi

ly, keeping my voice steady

seemed to amuse him, though. I saw the flicker of recognition, then s

velvet caress, soft but deadly, you

d, leaning casually against the b

to force myself not to flinch. This wasn't some cheesy romantic scene. This was busines

aving mine. "You've got something about you, something I like.

about my singing skills or something deeper-like my ability to get close to him. I was going to

y, not looking away. "You don

lickering, like he was weighing my words.

n his lips gone, replaced by somethi

away, and this time it seemed like I felt h

ying to keep my cool. But my heart was racing. I'd jus

er how much longer I cou

I watched him. There was a story in those e