Is it Wrong? ON HOLD

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Lights were dancing across the whole room along with peoples as they moved their body with the beat of music, swaying their hips, grinding against each other, touching wherever they wanted to, Fucking openly, alcohol buzzing their bodies.

This was the scene at the ground floor as the second floor had a men's section, you know where they came and watch but can't do anything. The ground floor for youngers while the second for men, VIP only.

A chocolate color beautiful girl was stunned as she walked further into the busy club. Someone walked past her, colliding with her shoulder. "I am sorry beautiful."

She waved her hand like it was no big deal and continued watching what her eyes held.

She saw stairs as she walked through busy people as per her friends suggestion. She went to the second floor but the guards stopped her right away. "Name?"

"Noia." She knew better than to say her real name.

Guard checked something and nodded at her as he let her go inside after he opened the door.

Once she entered, she was stunned to see the view in front of her. She was so busy ogling everything that she almost forget why she was here in the first place. She scanned the room and saw the lady and went towards her.

The lady was beautiful would be an understatement. She was beautiful, a perfect woman. She was looking for something.

"Girl, you will start from today. Go to your left, third door and you will know what you will be doing." A pretty lady said while looking around for a particular person.

The chocolate color beautiful young girl nodded nervously while looking at her oblivious of him entering the same club and went towards the direction the lady gave her.

She was new, started working from today. It was her first day and she was grateful for her friend to show her this club because let's just say no one will come here with rich background and our girl was at the verge of living on the streets of New York. The same New York once gave her hope.

She was in awe of the club as she walked. Of course it was the best club in New York and of course owned by him.

"There you are." The same lady said more enthusiastically when she saw him. He was always looked handsome in his expensive black suit. Always wear black, no other color. Expensive watch, tie, polish shoes, belt and his favourite possession, his gun always tucked in his pants for everyone to see. Not that he cared. He loves the thrill of fear when people see him, let alone hear his name. He was the epitome of lethal drug which was a addiction, a toxic and lethal one.

Everyone was aware of his presence. They looked at him from the corner of their eyes despite knowing he has a very thin patience. People were eager to get to know this mysterious man, about his life. But unfortunately they don't know other than he is most important and dangerous man.

He came walking with confidence, power oozing off him in waves. Broad shoulders, beautiful hazel eyes, black hair which was tied neatly by bun and height about 6'3". He was like a magnet who attracts everything towards him. 

He chuckled at her but says nothing. He was not a fan of talking, never was and never will. He talked less despite his alluring sexy voice. Always in a serious mode with hard face.

"Same seat?" She asked him maintaining a solid distance between them. She knew better than to cross that line and forget about seeing the next sunrise. He didn't like to be touched and whoever did that couldn't live to tell the tale.

He had that type of aura around him. POWERFUL, DANGEROUS. LETHAL. MURDEROUS.

He had that type of reputation too.