The Mafia's daring mate

Chapter 1

Draven’s POV

I gulp down the wine, feeling it rub hard onto my throat.

There are things in my life that I rarely revel in and my birthday has made it to the top of the list, but today since I am turning 30, my old man decided to throw me a party.

fan-fucking-tastic

Don’t get me wrong I love parties; I just don’t love them when I’m the fucking centre of attention. Dressed in a black tight fitted tux, I kind of look like a fucking teenager going to a prom, the only thing missing is a fucking birthday hat.

Raising my glass towards the man that cook this all up, he smiles and does the same.

Gregory Bane

Arrington’s very own cold-blooded and tycoon mafia.
My father was and still is a legend, his lavish lifestyle never came from a genie in bottle, but he believed he was the genie to all his wealth and power.

Owning over countless penthouses and cartels in the state all under his grasp, the man was unstoppable.

And now he wants me to rule all of it.

“Nice party" I heard the sarcasm from Stain as he approached holding a smug look on his face.

Being my brother, he knew my distaste for parties more than anyone else, if it were his, I would drink like it’s my last day on earth, but when its  to mine, I would merely glower like I’m at a funeral.

Bleh

I look at my watch and grunt disappointingly at the time, wishing to just snap my fingers and end this once and for all. To say I was tired was an understatement.

“Brother" I grimaced as our glasses clanked together “I will throttle anyone that says “Happy birthday””

Stain chuckled, “Come on brother, you turned thirty, leave in the moment will you”

Just before I could reply, a slight brush on my shoulder stopped me and I turned to see a lady in a mid-40s smiling up at me, ‘’Draven” she slurred swaying as her grip on my shoulder tightened.

“They grow up so fast” she smiled weakly her eye shadow so dark, it made her eyes seem so small.

I smiled awkwardly and looked at Stain for support but he meekly smiled, holding onto his glass.
“Draven can I… can I have this dance?” her  slurred voice tightening my jaw “You have just become so fine-looking and… and-“
“I’d rather you not” I cut her off with my sharp tone and slowly pushed her away from me.

The smell of whiskey nauseating the shit out of me.

Stain and I were breathtakingly hot, with our tall built and brown mahogany hair and not to mention our eyes that pulled any lady's attention.

We drew attention where ever we went, but I knew better than Stain with him being younger and I older than him. Believe me, I do love the attention, the moment I flick my eyes at her, I'd have her in bed before she can even smile.

And I hated the wrong attention it always brought to me; an elderly woman trying to flirt with me.

Just great

“Oh, Dad told me to tell you to meet him in his study" Stain finally spoke up, although his gaze was captivated by two good looking ladies who were continuously looking at us and blushing.

Well what lady wouldn't?

“Can it be later" the woman said, pulling at my bowtie “Draven and I are busy” images of  myself running my hand through her blonde hair and big bosom, had me supressing a gag.