ELIJAH LUCIANO POV
I approached the stairs as I walked to the VIP section above. People feared me, they knew the name, Elijah Luciano. Eye contact was feared by these people. As they saw my presence, they parted ways creating a path for me.
As I sat down in my private area having a great view from above, my kitten was still nowhere. I scanned the floor. My stare stopped on an overweight Greek man who shouldn't see another day. Why the fuck is he here!
"Why the fuck is he here?" My mind speaks for me.
"Boss?" Dante asked, confused as he directed a girl on his lap.
"Why the bloody hell is Christian here! He is signing his own death wish." My gruff voice spoke, like the creaking of the gallows chain.
Christian was wearing a hideous grey and purple suit as fear and lust danced through his eyes. He knew I owned this club yet he decided to show his ugly-ass face. He has some balls, but unfortunately, he is digging his own grave.
"I don't know boss, I guess the stars are aligned. When should we pay him a visit?" Dante questioned as he wrapped a snake-like arm around the blonde girl's tiny waist.
"Let him have his fun, I want to see why he is here," I noted. I knew he wasn't that dumb to come here on his behalf. I have guards surrounding this whole area!
And considering my angel was coming, he better not do anything rash, or it's his funeral.
Five minutes have passed, no sign of her. Dante is in the lead with a total of four girls, Enzo slowly catching up with three. Leonardo and Matteo both on their second. Unfortunately, Matteo got a clinger. She doesn't want to let him go, it is hard to keep in my laughter.
Me? Well, I have zero, hoping to make it one after tonight. Her blonde hair with every hue from the white-spun sun to golden browns. My pants tightened just thinking of her, she had curves in all the right places, her legs were creamy white perfection. She was perfect.
My thoughts were soon dismissed when my phone started to vibrate. A message from Victor stated that the three girls entered the bar.
Just as I read that, Holly's three friends entered the bar, heading straight for the dance floor.
Another text from Victor a few minutes later saying Holly has just entered. His text also included how she was a bitch towards him, which caused a small smirk to run across my face.
As I looked up from my phone, her luscious blonde hair bounced around her head and her emerald eyes searched around the club, she muttered an 'asshole' as he made eye contact with her friends.
It felt like time stopped. She doesn't know her own beauty. I just want to lock her in my bedroom and make sure no one gets to see what is mine.
You can't keep her locked in your room her entire life, she will hate you and you aren't that selfish. I thought to myself. I was right, she was going to hate me, I just wanted her by my side every second of my life.
My genuine smile plastered on my face quickly faded as a tall, ink-stained black-haired man snaked a drunk hand around my kitten. No one was to touch her except me!
He roughly grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her flush against his chest. Anger started to boil inside me and I immediately stood up drawing the attention of Dante and Enzo.
I stood closer to the one-sided glass and watched what she would do.
Enzo and Dante came beside me to see what the fuss was about.
YOU ARE READING
The Crimson Point
Romance" He raised his large hand as I squinted my eyes preparing myself for the sting that will wash across my face. But it never came, my face still feels numb and lifeless. I opened my dull eyes to see him, his eyes held anger until he saw mine. His dar...
