"What do you want?" I asked, totally disinterested in the appearance of the figure in the corner.
"Common brother! Aren't you happy to see me?" Xavier said as he approached the table.
"Oh i am happy to see you, your existence makes me merry" I replied with pure sarcasm glaring in my voice.
"Ohhhhhffffff, mean!" He said as he glanced at a still shaken up Samantha trying to recover from the effects of what I did to her some seconds ago.
"I see you caught a new fish"
"Hello beautiful" he said to Samantha as he took up her right hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
She said nothing, I looked at Xavier. "What do you want?" I repeated, so not impressed by his sudden display of gentlemanliness.
"I was just strolling by, then I saw a whole buffet going on here without me and I said to myself why don't I join the party?" He had that nasty grin I hated with so much passion.
"Aww, tough luck we were just leaving".
"Hush hush hush, we? Let the lady speak for herself" he said, kneeling directly in front of Samantha.
"You want to go around the city with this mean obnoxious airhead Princess?"
"No, but I don't think I want to hang out with you either".
"Ouch, I'm nicer than him, I'll treat you right" he said as he used a finger to stroke her cheek.
"Get your hands off her" I said, reaching for Samantha's hand and dragging her along as we walked to the garage.
She forcefully removed her hand from mine just as we were about to get to the car. "Do not touch me when I don't tell you to".
"Alright feisty cat" I replied, I saw Carlo approaching us. I signaled to him that I was going to drive tonight.
We got into the car and drove off.
SAMANTHA
The neon lights at the club were blinding or maybe my eyes just got used to the subtle light I had been seeing for the past 48 hours.
Half naked ladies littered the whole room. I hadn't been in a club in a very long time.
Matter of fact I have not done a lot of things in a long time. But my life wasn't normal anymore. Not like it was even normal to start with.
Here I was held hostage by some high and mighty might I add sexy criminal.
A bartender dressed in neatly ironed white and black overalls, most likely the uniform for the workers around here, walked by me and I grabbed the glass of whatever he had on his tray.
I was about to down it when Luca grabbed it from me. "What is your problem?" I said, hissing loudly.
"You only drink something I buy and open, that could have been spiked".
I scoffed, rolled my eyes and hissed again. " What do you care?"
He said nothing and dragged me along as we went upstairs to the VIP section of the club.
Walking up the stairs and staring at his frame from behind just cast my mind to the events of a few minutes ago.
The way he touched me, the way he talked to me, the way he commanded my body and controlled my every reaction, his burning stares.
My brain screamed Sex! Sex! Sex! I hated him, I hated his guts but somehow at the same time I wanted to soak myself in his body fluids and have nasty sex.
We got to our table and he left with a strange looking man and signaled me that he was going to be back. I took the already filled shot cup on the table and downed it even though he warned me about spiked drinks.
I reached for the second one and downed it too. The second shot made me feel the impact. I felt loose and carefree so I went for the third cup.
There was a pole right in front of me and sexy as I was feeling I was role playing a stripper. I felt like I was the only one in the room. I kept dancing on the pole in a provocative manner.
I wasn't here for a business meeting was I? So fun I planned to have. The few people sitted around the area I was dancing seductively were cheering me on as I kept swaying my hips from left to right.
In my right senses I wouldn't be doing this but under the influence of whatever I drank, I did not have a single care in the world. A man dressed in a satin button down shirt and weird trousers walked towards me dancing.
I kept dancing on my own, totally ignoring him. Then he grabbed my waist and I slapped his hand off. But then he dragged me by the waist to him this time and squeezed my butt cheek. An act which in turn was greeted with a slap.
"Hai una gran voglia di morire!!!" He yelled in something that resembled an Italian language.
"Fuck you!" I spat.
He was about to ruffle me up when I heard a loud gunshot.
"Un altro passo e ti sparò via tutte le teste". It was Luca, it looked to me like this was an Italian gang.
"One more step and I'll blow all your heads off". He said again Some of them were taken aback others seemed to be bracing for an attack.
A lanky looking man that seemed to be their boss walked in and they all comported themselves, putting their hands behind their backs.
The man came close to Luca and whispered something in his ears. Luca in turn said loudly "Cut off a finger" he said this while pointing his gun at the man that grabbed my waist.
The man whispered something again. Maybe trying to apologize or beg on his behalf but Luca seemed not to break face.
"Cut off a finger" he repeated, with his regular cold emotionless gaze.
"Are you crazy Luca, Please" I said, advancing slightly towards him. Even if the man deserved a slap or two my conscience wouldn't let me sleep knowing damn well that I made a man lose a finger.
"Don't take another step" he said, with not even as little as a glance in my direction.
The lanky man advanced towards the man whose finger Luca asked to be cut and signaled with a hand to one of his men to do the deed.
I closed my eyes and what followed was a loud scream. I opened my eyes and saw a detached index finger on the floor with blood all over the railing.
I ran down the stairs, upset and in tears. I didn't know my way around and the club was still packed full with sweaty bodies and half naked people.
I stood bracing myself up to push through the crowd and find the exit.
"Samantha!" I turned and saw Luca yelling my name over the loud music.
I paid him no attention and got in, pushing my way through the crowd. I got to the middle and saw a group of college boys and girls dancing.
I looked back and saw him catching up to me and I picked the boy in a white T-shirt and kissed him. Luca caught up to me and pulled me away from the kiss and dragged me to the exit and I saw a nasty smile spread on the lips of the boy.
"I kissed him, kill me then or kill him and I'll just kiss every goddamn person in this club and maybe you'd shoot them all!" I yelled at him as we got to the exit of the club.
He said nothing to me and kept dragging till we got to where the car was packed.
"Your heart is full of so much evil, kill everyone!" I yelled again.
He pushed me against the car. "I don't have an issue shooting every bloody person in this place! If I so dim fit" his tone increased, his Russian accent was breaking through his words now.
Seems like the accent pulled through whenever he was angry.
"Don't ever play with me like that again" his voice was back to its regular tone.
"I'll end everyone and their blood will be on your hands, so don't test me baby girl".
He held my cheeks and made my lips pout as he spoke to me and he kept leaning in further as he spoke.
I turned my face to the left, totally avoiding his eyes and shutting my eyes.
He terrified me a whole lot. I felt his tongue on my neck and the terror was replaced with the intense lust craze from before.
I turned my face to look at him. His eyes were not visible and he made a face like he was tasting me, his lips a needle's breadth away from mine.
"Hmmmmm" he groaned in pleasure, seemingly savoring the taste of my sweat.
"Weirdo!" I thought to myself.
I could smell his breath. He hadn't had any alcohol at the club because he still smelt the same from when we left the house.
I wanted to kiss him, I couldn't believe that I felt the need to. Because I hated this man.
He treated everyone like they were inconsequential. All my life and experience with men, I always leaned towards men that had compassion.
Catching myself thirsting after this ruthless man had me questioning if I was as principled as I perceived myself to be. I shut my eyes waiting for the kiss since he was sniffing me out.
He clicked the handle to the passenger side that we were leaning on and said "Get in the car".