His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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AMBER

After hours, I was beginning to grow a little tired and worn out.

"Do you want to go home now, Isha?" I asked. "I'm kinda tired now."

"Tired already?"

Her eyes widened.

"What do you mean, already?" I giggled. "We've been here for hours!"

She giggled back. "I guess you're right."

"Can we go home then?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Let me just go for a smoke in the Smoking Area first."

She nodded.

I nodded back, and we pushed our way through the crowd.

I hadn't noticed how packed the club was tonight. It was hard to even walk, with so many people towering around at every inch and angle of the area.

We continued to walk and make our way to the Smoking Area. But I could feel myself trip on my heel, and stumble backwards.

Isha carried on walking, not realizing that I had stumbled on my spot.

I sighed in exasperation, losing my balance, and fell straight into somebody behind me.

The person grabbed hold of me to give me some steadiness, and stop my head from hitting the floor. They helped me to get back up on my feet.

"Thank you," I said gratefully.

My eyes darted across the dance-floor, trying to locate where Isha had walked off to.

But I couldn't see her anywhere, or find her. My patience was wearing thin now. I'd completely lost her.

I hated crammed clubs.

"Are you lost, darling?" said the man who stopped me from falling over.

I turned around to face him, embarrassed.

"Yes I am. I just lost my friend," I admitted, sighing.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at me, before his face lightened.

"Maybe I could help you to look for her. I know my way around this club... I come here all the time," he shrugged.