The Mafia's Girl

As I sway at the pole, eager to earn something for tuition and uncle's medicines, he sits powerful at the expensive corner seat. He's hot, but I wonder who he is. Maybe he might be a big catch for me to make money. A tear escapes, but this is who I have become, though it's my first time working at the pub. My friend, Clair, was right; I have to try. I sway more sexily from how she taught me, run my hands through my hair as the music fades. Cheers erupt, money drips onto the stage. I exit to the changing room. Freshening up, a palm stamp at the door, my heart tightens. A figure stands there, but the bathroom glass door is frosted, so I can't see clearly. I swallow hard, grab a towel, and emerge. Shocking, I see the man I spotted standing before me, buttons open, his chest heaving. He looks hot, drunk, and mature. I ask, scared, 'Who are you?' He chuckles, swiftly pulls me into him, his hands around my waist. The towel shifts, my chest slightly exposed. His eyes say it all. He pins me to the wall. Gasp.

A sweet wild connection

An advanced urbanized world somewhere abroad. A wealthiest, wild, handsome, and dangerous mafia takes charge. His name echoes with fear. He's wild, deadly, and tough to deal with.

An igniting trail of fire