𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝟏𝟖+

XVII

Violet

-The Velvet Lounge-

After a leisurely thirty-minute car ride, we finally arrive at our destination. The moment I look out the window, my breath catches in my throat.
The view was breathtaking, an expanse of vibrant colors and serene beauty that seems to stretch on forever.

As we step out of the car, the cool evening air wraps around us like a gentle embrace.
The club's mysterious black exterior looms before us, its sheer size and imposing presence impossible to ignore.

It was enormous, with a design that seemed to command attention and respect. My eyes were immediately drawn to it, captivated by its grandeur. This is the power Lucian Ricci commands, the immense wealth he possesses. It's truly breath taking.

I suddenly sense Lucian's presence behind me, his firm grip seizing my arms. His breath, warm and tantalizing, tickles my ear as he speaks in a raspy, sexy voice.

"Remember, dear, your best behavior."

A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of his voice, and I turn my head slowly, my eyes locking with his. The intensity in his gaze makes my heart race, and despite my annoyance, a part of me can't help but be drawn in.

"Don't worry, darling," he mutters, his voice filled with a promise that sends a thrill through me, "you'll get exactly what you've been begging for,"

My eyes widen slightly, glaring at him, fuming.
I quickly scan the surroundings, anxious if anyone overheard, but he swiftly nudges me forward, urging me to walk.

As we step through the entrance, the deafening music hits us like a tidal wave, its powerful beats reverberating through the air.
The room is packed with hundreds of people, their bodies glistening with sweat as they move rhythmically to the pulsating sound.
The atmosphere is electric, with drunken revelers dancing against one another, lost in the intoxicating blend of music and energy.

I swallow hard, trying to steady my breathing.
The scene before me is overwhelming, and I can feel the anxiety gnawing at me.
There are so many people here, how can Silas attack Lucian without harming anyone else?
The thought sends a surge of fear through me, but I know I have to stay focused.
Lucian's grip on my arm tightens slightly, a silent reminder that he's there.

"Lucian," I grab ahold of his sleeve, my fingers trembling slightly. "I think it's best if you hold the meeting somewhere else,"

I knew my fear was obvious, but I didn't care.
The stakes were too high and I'm definitely not risking anything.

  "It'll be fine. I'll be with you the entire time." His voice was firm, dismissing my concern as he drags me toward one of the tables.

As we moved through the crowd, I scanned the sea of faces, feeling a surge of frustration.
Why can't he listen to me for once?

"It's not that, I am merely worried for our—my safety. A man like you out in the open—"

"Are you worried for me?" He chuckles softly, his amusement clear.

I don't respond, just tighten my grip on his arm as we weave through the crowd. The music pounds in my ears, and I can feel the heat and energy of the crowd pressing in on us.
I can't shake the sense of impending danger, and my mind races with thoughts of what could go wrong. It's not that I care. Or maybe I do?

The dim lighting casts long shadows, making the scene feel like something out of a nightmare.
We finally reach a table shrouded in darkness. 
Three men are seated there, their presence radiating an intimidating aura.