His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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Isha was dancing herself into a frenzy, shaking her hips from side-to-side, dropping her ass up and down, bopping her head to the beat so quickly that it was like it was going to fall off.

I started moving my body to the beat, swaying my hips, doing my best to move with the rhythm of the music.

But I could hardly stay concentrated.

I could hardly stay focused...

Because my mind kept darting back to the man who had kicked Baldie down.

My eyes glanced back to where the man had been standing, almost longingly. He was facing me, staring at me like I was the only woman in the room.

Staring at me as if I was a work-of-art.

Staring at me as if I was a goddess.

Staring at me as if I was the prettiest girl in the whole world.

Nobody had ever looked at me the way he did before.

The look in his eyes was a mixture of lust and curiosity.

A mixture of mystery and intrigue.

And it set me on fire.

It set me on fucking fire.

But before I could hold his gaze with mine any longer...

He turned on his heel, walking away...

And disappeared.

The moment was over before it even began.

And it was now, that I came to the realization.

The realization that I had been right...

I was never going to see this man ever again.