his dark obsession

gun shots and destruction

AngelMarie POV

I was probably looking at him like I'd seen a ghost, but I couldn't help it. Staring back at me was the soul snatcher himself. Though I'd only ever heard of him in passing, I knew he was ruthless, a Russian with a bad temper. I knew this was him; he had a dangerous aura that wrapped around him like a second skin. And that very aura was what made many men bow at his feet. I didn't need his name; something you just fucking knew. I knew he owned this club, so I put it together quickly.

His dirty-blond hair was mid-back long and messy. He also had a matching thick, groomed beard. The scar under his right eye made him look scary as fuck. His eyes, though... that was the ultimate giveaway. They weren't just amber; the color was so dark it looked almost crimson. They were downright menacing as they stared a hole in me. And the gray shirt he was wearing under his leather biker vest only made the menacing eye color stand out more. This man was death walking, and I wanted him. Now that was what scared me.

Noticing I hadn't run away in pure fear, he smiled. "What's your name, pet?" he said, leaning in close, holding out his hand to me, still grinning. His hand was still stretched out toward me, and I placed my palm in his. I tried to ignore the spark that shot up my arm. Because when I looked back up at his face, desire and curiosity danced in his eyes. He pulled a little so my body was back up against his. We were front to front, and I felt a hard bulge against my stomach. The feeling of him pressed against me, knowing how much he wanted me, almost made me moan lightly. Removing his hand from mine, he slid his arm around my waist and put his face by my ear. "So you know of me, and you're not scared. Why is that, kitten?" he asked, and my breath left my lungs. I hadn't even realized I'd been holding it, but now I felt lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

As he held me, whispering in my ear, he was still touching me. He kissed my neck. "I don't scare easy. I'm a walking madhouse, so you don't intimidate me in the least," I said abruptly before pulling away from his warm hold. Turning from him, I slowly made my way through the mass of people until I saw the exit sign. I needed to get away from this man before I did something crazy.

Seeing me make my way out, Mike, the bouncer, tossed me my bike keys like every night when I was done for the night. Making a beeline to the back alley into the under alley, I saw my bike in view before bending to unlock the bike's chain. I heard his thick accent before he made himself known.

Vlads POV

He noticed her the moment he came into the club, his eyes following her body, watching as she owned the dance floor. He grinded his teeth as men and women alike lusted over her body, and he growled as he saw her pull a tall, thin girl to her and force her to grind against her. When he made it to the VIP section with his men, they all sat down and started pouring vodka shots, talking and laughing. A flood of beautiful women came up, and within minutes, every girl found an empty lap. His men, like the animals they were, started what was sure to be a good night for them. However, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the chocolate-skinned beauty on the floor.

That was when Hugo followed his eyes and chuckled, telling him, "You may not want that one, boss. She's beautiful, but I've seen her slit the throats of four men since she started working here three weeks ago." Vlad's eyebrow twitched, and he turned to Hugo, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "What the fuck is her purpose here, and when did I give you permission to hire you fucking cunt?"

Hugo shrugged, unfazed by Vlad's anger. "She came in a few weeks ago, and I noticed her from a fucking youtube video. Also, she attracted the crowd's attention, and I saw a chance to pull in more money. When she danced, she made men and women alike desire her, but she never gave them what they wanted. She was a tease and floor candy, so when they found out she couldn't be had, they ended up upstairs, emptying their fucking wallets in my whorehouse." Vlad listened, his eyes never leaving the woman on the dance floor. "And let me tell you, boss, the whorehouse pulled in a shit ton of money on Saturday and Sunday, nearly 50k a night, and those just so happen to be her days she dances," Hugo added, a smug smile on his face.