Lights were dancing across the whole room along with peoples as they moved their body with the beat of music, swaying their hips, grinding against each other, touching wherever they wanted to, Fucking openly, alcohol buzzing their bodies.

This was the scene at the ground floor as the second floor had a men's section, you know where they came and watch but can't do anything. The ground floor for youngers while the second for men, VIP only.

A chocolate color beautiful girl was stunned as she walked further into the busy club. Someone walked past her, colliding with her shoulder. "I am sorry beautiful."

She waved her hand like it was no big deal and continued watching what her eyes held.

She saw stairs as she walked through busy people as per her friends suggestion. She went to the second floor but the guards stopped her right away. "Name?"

"Noia." She knew better than to say her real name.

Guard checked something and nodded at her as he let her go inside after he opened the door.

Once she entered, she was stunned to see the view in front of her. She was so busy ogling everything that she almost forget why she was here in the first place. She scanned the room and saw the lady and went towards her.

The lady was beautiful would be an understatement. She was beautiful, a perfect woman. She was looking for something.

"Girl, you will start from today. Go to your left, third door and you will know what you will be doing." A pretty lady said while looking around for a particular person.

The chocolate color beautiful young girl nodded nervously while looking at her oblivious of him entering the same club and went towards the direction the lady gave her.

She was new, started working from today. It was her first day and she was grateful for her friend to show her this club because let's just say no one will come here with rich background and our girl was at the verge of living on the streets of New York. The same New York once gave her hope.

She was in awe of the club as she walked. Of course it was the best club in New York and of course owned by him.

"There you are." The same lady said more enthusiastically when she saw him. He was always looked handsome in his expensive black suit. Always wear black, no other color. Expensive watch, tie, polish shoes, belt and his favourite possession, his gun always tucked in his pants for everyone to see. Not that he cared. He loves the thrill of fear when people see him, let alone hear his name. He was the epitome of lethal drug which was a addiction, a toxic and lethal one.

Everyone was aware of his presence. They looked at him from the corner of their eyes despite knowing he has a very thin patience. People were eager to get to know this mysterious man, about his life. But unfortunately they don't know other than he is most important and dangerous man.

He came walking with confidence, power oozing off him in waves. Broad shoulders, beautiful hazel eyes, black hair which was tied neatly by bun and height about 6'3". He was like a magnet who attracts everything towards him. 

He chuckled at her but says nothing. He was not a fan of talking, never was and never will. He talked less despite his alluring sexy voice. Always in a serious mode with hard face.

"Same seat?" She asked him maintaining a solid distance between them. She knew better than to cross that line and forget about seeing the next sunrise. He didn't like to be touched and whoever did that couldn't live to tell the tale.

He had that type of aura around him. POWERFUL, DANGEROUS. LETHAL. MURDEROUS.

He had that type of reputation too.

He was very, very busy man and was here in New York for some business.

His right hand whispered in his ear making him groaned under his breath. Anger radiating off him in waves as the lady subconsciously step a foot back fearing might he will take anger on her. And he did that too previously.

He took his phone from his pocket and walked towards his office.

The lady knew better than to stop him. Especially when he was angry. And he was fucking angry.

Where are you working love? He texted to her.

She replied quickly. In a club?

He chuckled but anger still evident in his voice. Didn't know the club also called a strip club love.
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"Please. Give me another chance to prove myself. I promise you won't regret it. Please boss. Have some mercy." The bald man begged on his knees to show some mercy on him as he did some mistake. He just looked at him with bored expression.

"Boss has given you already so fucking much and you dared to try to cross him. Nobody can escape from him. You know that and I know that too." His right hand said. The bald man gulped his own saliva thinking what will come next. He knew he fucked up thinking he will cross him.

Oh how wrong he was!

No one, I mean no one ever escape from his eyes.

He had everywhere eyes.

"Boss please." The bald man pleaded again.

He was already late because of this motherfucker. She was waiting for him and this fucker was wasting his time. He checked his time on his wrist and removed the gun from his pants. The bald man was already sweating and on the verge on pissing in his pants. His fate was written by him. Death.

Second chances was not available in his life style.

Cross him, you will face deadly death.

Touch what's his, you will wish for quick death.

Make him angry, you will die.

Disrespect him and you will lose your some body parts for the reminder to your whole life.

Either way, you are fucked up. Badly with deadly way. And there is no way to escape.

He turned off safety of his second favourite possession and looked dead in the eyes of the bald man.

"Saluta il diavolo da parte mia." And he shot him in the between his eyes as a loud noise vibrated in the silence of room.

He tucked his possession in his pants and left where his home was. Where his queen was.

Today was the tired and disturbed day for him. It was not like today was exceptional because in his lifestyle, every day was like this. He wanted to go to home and see her beautiful face and that pretty smile which he was hooked with.

When he reached home, he quickly went towards his room. He opened the door and walked. The lights were still on as she was awake waiting for him. His angel was sitting in a chair while reading something on the laptop unaware of his presence in the room. The small smile lit up his face after seeing her.

He shut the door behind him quietly as not to disturb whatever the stance she was in. His every movement was silent like a predator and of course he was the one.

He removed his coat and hang it, then  unbuttoned his front few buttons, and rolled the sleeves up to his fore arms as he sat on the couch which was directly behind her. And while doing so he didn't left his predatory eyes from her, watching her every move.

The way she relaxed on the chair, legs tucked under, one hand was placed below her jaw while other was on the laptop. And he knew she was furrowing her eyebrows and he was right because she was. She had that habit while concentrating something. He knew her too well.

But unfortunately she was going to be disturbed, he thought mentally because he needed her like right now.

"Get your ass here." He said in his deep voice she loved to hear all day.

She turned her head and looked at him innocently. She didn't even flinch knowing he had come home. She feel safe with him. He was her home. There was no point for her to feel uncomfortable.

Oh how much he loved that face of hers!

She closed her laptop and stood up from her chair as she went towards him. He sat on the couch like a king he was, legs spread wide open, hairs loosely freed on his shoulders, few buttons of his silk black expensive shirt were unbuttoned, sleeves were folded up to his fore arms as his both hands were stretched across the couch head and looked at her with dark predatory eyes.

She walked towards him and stood in between his legs. He waste no time to see the sexy vixen in front of him. She was wearing a dark red nightie, her robe was loosely tied around her stomach. She shifted from one foot to another due to his intensely gaze. He quickly looked at her silently demanding her to get on her knees.

She knelt before him like a good submissive, in between his legs as He relaxed more into the couch and spreading his legs wide open for her.

"I am tense love. Relax me." He huskily said still looking at his possession. He loved to see her like this. Kneel in front of him. Only.

He will slit anyone's throat after cutting his fingers, his tongue, his dick  if anyone dare to kneel her. No one had that right other than him.

She was his to love, to fuck and to destroy.

She was his Queen.

And he was her King.

Everyone knew that.

She was his dark, lethal, toxic but also precious possession.

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