Dangerous Love

Chapter 1

She was never meant to be in this world. Danger, destruction and death. She knew that of course, any other person would strive to get out but not Davina May. Because despite all the negative effects in the mafia world she would do anything to stay away from what was once her life.

Her eyes fluttered open as Davina finally finishes touching up her makeup in the club bathroom. Her green eyes stare back at her, as one's reflection does in a mirror. Her sweat from dancing began to wash away her make up covering the scar that stretched from the point of her right eyebrow to her nose. The people of most importance to Davina keep stating that it was bad ass but all Davina saw was the ugliness and sadness of the person who she once was.

The scar was now blended in with the rest of her tan skin. Her red dress which reached above her knees, hugged her curves along with her brown curly hair being tied up in two braids. Many judge women for embracing their beauty but Davina needed an extra boost to embrace it because she was not out just to have fun. She was out looking for the bastard that stole her mafias drugs. The only clue that was handed to her was that he was selling said drugs here at the club. So now she has to risk her dignity by asking strangers for drugs.

"Are you going to keep checking yourself out or are we going to get this over with?" Davina turned her head to the right, meeting the blue eyes of the short, pale skinny blonde. Nadia Davis. The girl was full of fire constantly searching for a chance to explode at someone, everyone but Davina. When Davina was first introduced to the Desmond mafia, Nadia knew she had to get to know her right away. She got her family to welcome her with open arms and built her into the woman she is now.

"Do we have to go back? I'm sick of dancing with strangers, asking them for cocaine, them saying no and judging me and then having to go to another person and do it again. I hate strangers." Davina complains. It is true, Davina was never the one to have much confidence with strangers. It's not an irregular thing, but Davina was ashamed because everyone else around her has the charisma of a god it seemed.

"Oh Davina, so shy. It doesn't matter, they're not going to see you again anyways. Plus, this is important. We don't know how they got it and if they're going to do it again or even if they're with another mafia." Nadia attempts to motivate Davina. Davina pouts her round lips causing Nadia to laugh and nudge her shoulder. She grabs Davinas hand and pulls her out to the blasting music. Lights flash as the drunks flop and move around the dance floor.

The two girls laugh with each other at the sight and move onto what they were doing before.  Their hands let go of each other whilst Davina travels to the left and Nadia to the right.

Davina puts her head down in embarrassment each time she spots someone she's already asked but as she spots an unfamiliar tall and scrawny blonde guy with what looks like an attempted beard, she builds up all her courage and gets her flirt on. She struts up the guy, places her hand on his shoulder and bats her green eyes at him.
"Hey, you know for a club that's so crowded, you sure do look lonely."

His blue eyes stare back at her, his eyes widen to see Davina and questions why a girl like her is talking to a guy like him. Struggling to find words, he says,
"Well I didn't really come here with anyone." Davinas eyebrow lifts in confusion. Who doesn't come to a club with someone? Maybe he's a creep looking for a good root or maybe he's here for business. Davinas interest increases.

"You see that blonde over there?" Davina points over in the crowd to the blonde wearing a silver dress with a slit on the side. He nods.

"That's my friend and we really want some stuff to boost our excitement and overall mood. If you have any... stuff I'm sure I can help you out." As Davina spoke her hand slides down his chest and reaches his pants. She gently tugs the top of his pants and they both knew what she was meaning.

He coughs and looks around wondering what to do. She wont give him money but she'll give him one hell of a time, well, he thinks she will. After arguing with himself about it for a bit he reaches into his pockets to pull out a baggie but just his luck, he ran out. This was so his luck he thought to himself.

"Fuck, I don't have any on me right now, if you just wait here while I go get some from my car, that'll be great." He begs, he can't let this woman go. Davina nods for him to go, she wasn't going to stay where she was though. Why would she when she knows he's the guy. As he turns away Davina reaches for her phone to text Nadia that she found him.

Davina walks behind the blonde with some space between them. A few seconds after the text was sent Nadia found her way next to Davina.

" I was really hoping I would be the one to find him, but I guess you're better than me now. All grown up." She faked wiping a tear.

"Oh shut up. Only because you helped teach me." Davina laughs.

They found themselves outside where the blackout wasted people roam. The cold hits the girls like a bullet and their arms immediately found themselves around themselves, the girls who didn't bring any jumpers. The blonde kept looking left and right but no one was watching him. No one but the two girls behind him. He goes to the back of the building but the girls thought nothing of it except that he was a drug dealer who didn't want his stash to be in the open.

Once he turned the corner, Nadia and Davina turned as well. What they saw was not what they were expecting. At all. As soon as they turned 3 men in black attire holding guns pointed them at them. The blonde stood behind the guys like a coward. Straight away the two friends looked at each other and turned to run but was stopped and grabbed by two more men.

The girls screamed as those men tried to get them to stop moving. Instead of that they decided to just throw them onto the ground. This was not the way Davina was going to die. This was not the way Davina was going to let Nadia die. This was just supposed to be a little mission to get the person who stole from them, little did they know it was more than that.