Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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We spent time talking for two whole hours. We asked each other about our families, our favourite colours, our favourite animals, our favourite TV shows... Everything that could possibly be named. We talked about anything and everything, and it seemed trivial, but I enjoyed every second of it.

Chantelle was actually alright. She wasn't just pretty, but she knew how to hold a good conversation too, and how to keep the banter flowing. There was so much more to her than just a gorgeous face and a curvy body.

I liked her. It had been so long since I'd had some nice female company, and this girl was beautiful and had a good personality. I was slightly pissed off at how I'd come to the club just to babysit Maymunah's mate, but I couldn't complain. I didn't come here to get up-to my no-good tricks again, taking two girls home and having a threesome. I'd come here to spend some quality time with Ijaz, one of my best fucking friends... But apparently, he had different plans. At least I'd found somebody decent to talk to, to pass the time.

As if on cue, Ijaz started striding back into the private lounge, with a drink in his hand. I didn't want to give him grief for ditching me to snog his girlfriend, because in a way, I was glad. If he hadn't brought Maymunah here, then I would have never got the opportunity to speak to Chantelle. Even if it was just for a few hours, I felt an interior happiness when I talked to her... Like the void inside of me was slowly being filled, and she was the key to filling that void.

"Are you two getting on alright?" Ijaz asked, shrugging.

Chantelle and I both turned around to face him. Chantelle was smiling, and I rubbed my neck sheepishly.

"Yeah, she's really nice," I admitted.

"I'm happy for you man," Ijaz grinned. "I just thought that I'd come to check on you and make sure that everything was okay. I'd better get back to Maymunah."

I nodded, and Chantelle giggled, turning back to me as Ijaz departed from the private lounge. I'd spent enough time talking to her now... and now, I just wanted to feel her body on mine. Especially with her looking this damn sexy. And no... I wasn't talking about taking her home, and having sex with her tonight. I wanted to dance with her. To look into her eyes, and enjoy the music. I was happy around her... so I didn't want to treat her like my previous hook-ups. She was special, and she was worth a lot more than just a one-night stand.

"Let's go dance too," I smiled.

She nodded happily in agreement.

The next song came on in the club, and this time it was J Hus's song Fisherman.

This was one of my favourite songs. I had a lot of fucking favourite songs. My mood lifted again. It was like nothing could stop me from feeling good tonight. I didn't realise how much I'd needed this night out. It felt good to just forget about the Mafia for once... and just live like a normal practically eighteen-year-old boy fucking would.

"TWO GYAL ON MY SIDE, ME IN THE MIDDLE!" I screamed the lyric of the song.

"IN SUMMAT FOREIGN LIKE LIDL!" Chantelle joined in, and we both burst out laughing. Her cheeks went pink, and a sudden urge of confidence rushed over her. I guess you could call it liquid courage, because she'd had a good couple of drinks. Neither of us were drunk, though.

"Race you to the dance floor!" Chantelle said, with her hands on her hips.

"You're on," I smirked.

She shoved me playfully, and started running out of the private lounge the best she could. It was cute, because she didn't stand a chance in those shiny silver high-heels that she was wearing.

We were having such a laugh.

I was actually having a good time.

What could possibly go wrong?