Chapter 1:
Smoking was a habit of mine when things got overwhelmed. So here a stood behind the back of the "Happy Go Drunk " bar, having my first cigarette for the night. Serving drinks for drunk people was a job I did for money. Inhaling the smoke, feeling it in my lungs , and blowing it was the best feeling. "Dylan, get your butt in here. The place is getting more crowded, " said the manager of the place. Stamping on the short cigarette butt I went back inside to the bar where I started serving all types of alcohol for the clients. Their were young people from the age of twenty to sixty-five.
The music blasts from the speakers. It felt like my ear drums would burst and bleed from the loud music, but still, the rhythm of the music was amazing. I swing my hips here and there to the music. As the clock landed on twelve, my shift was done. I decided to have some fun. I headed to the dance floor with alcohol in hand. My dance moves became seductively as the alcohol flowed in my system. I could my heart bumping from excitement.
Suddenly, a firm tall body bumped into me. Hands moving to my waist and the body moving with mine. "Help me, please. I'm being chased," said a voice begging.
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Nick's point of view:
My body is sore from fighting my enemies. Yes, as you can hear, I'm in the mafia, and I'm the head/boss of the mafia. My eyes glazed through the crowded stress as I looked for a place to hide. I saw a bar named "Happy Go Drunk" and went inside. I grab hold of the first woman I saw and said, "Help me please. I'm being chased."
Nick's point of view stops.
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Our body became one as we danced together. Dylan could feel every inch of his body again hers, and boy was he built. Some grabbed him from behind and started fighting. Dylan decided to help him and started fighting the men. When most of them were down, Dylan grabbed the men's hand and ran out of the bar to her motorbike. She started he motorbike and climbed on with him, droving off with speed.
Arriving at a garage where you full up your car or bike, she came to a stop. The man climbed of her motorbike. "We lost them," said Dylan. "It looks like that," said Nick. "You should pay me for saving your life," said Dylan, eyeing his watch. "I don't have any money on my, but I can give you my watch," said Nick, removing it from his arm. "What is your name? Mine is Nick, " he asked. "Roxy," said Dylan, giving him a fake name with a smile and droving off. "Let meet again, and you can become my bodyguard," Nick thought.