Falling for the devil.(+18)

Shadows from the past.

Warning contains :The following chapters contain description of violence,including strong language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised, as the content may be disturbing to some.

As they stepped in,Hunter's eyes widened in surprise. The room was dimly lit, with a striking leather chair standing prominently in the center and various sexual accessories adorning the walls. He couldn't help himself. "Well princess damn,this is quite the setup. Are you sure you're just a dancer?" he quipped, a mischievous grin on his face.Adrianna shot him an amused glance before disappearing behind a curtain to change. Hunter's heart raced in anticipation, his mind swirling with possibilities. When she emerged, he was left speechless. She wore leather underwear that barely concealed her curves, he can see her nipples, she got a beautiful one pierced and he couldn't help but stare and bite his lip at the idea of sucking them. He was staring so much,the outfit hugging her body in all the right places.
"Like what you see?" she teased, strutting closer with an alluring confidence.
"More than I can put into words," he admitted, his voice husky with desire.
She climbed onto his lap, leaning in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I hope you're ready for a real show Mr Hunter Santiano" she whispered, her playful demeanor igniting the tension between them. Adrianna began to grind on Hunter's lap, leaving him utterly speechless, the sensation sending waves of heat through his body. Each movement of hers was teasing, enticing, and Hunter could only groan in response, lost in the intoxicating moment. As she continued, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blunt, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. "You want a puff?" he asked, his voice low and sultry, a playful challenge in his tone."Usually, I don't smoke like I don't do private dance-," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But for you... I might make a second exception tonight."
He took a long drag, holding the smoke in his mouth, then leaned closer to her. "Here princesa" he said, exhaling slowly, letting the smoke linger between them.
Without hesitation, Adrianna leaned in, stealing the smoke from his mouth, her lips brushing against his. "Is this your way of getting me high?" she teased, a playful smirk on her lips.
"Just trying to share a little pleasure," Hunter shot back, his eyes dark with desire. "But you're the one making it hard to breathe."
"Maybe that's the point," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper as she pressed her body closer to his, the chemistry between them more hot than ever.
Just as the tension between Hunter and Adrianna reached a fever pitch, the door to their VIP room swung open with a loud crash. Xander barged in, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a look of urgency. "Hunter! We've got a special guest"
The sudden interruption broke the intoxicating moment, leaving Hunter torn between frustration and concern. He reluctantly pulled away from Adrianna, who looked equally surprised, her playful spark dimmed by the abrupt change in atmosphere.
"Can't it wait?" Hunter snapped, trying to keep the heat of the moment alive. But Xander shook his head, his expression serious. "No, this is important. We've got trouble himself here and you need to see it for yourself."
Adrianna, sensing the shift, sat back and crossed her arms, a mix of annoyance and intrigue on her face. "What kind of trouble?" she asked, curiosity piqued.
Hunter stood up, running a hand through his hair, the playful allure fading as the weight of responsibility set in. "I don't know yet princesa but if it involves the crew, I can't ignore it, however you, you must hide chula'' she nodded.
"Then let's go," Xander urged, motioning for Hunter to follow. "We'll figure out the rest later."
As Hunter turned to Adrianna, a flicker of regret crossed his features. "I'm sorry. I'll be back. Don't go anywhere."
"Don't worry, I'll be right here," deep down, she felt the pulse of tension still lingering in the air.
As the door swung open, the atmosphere crackled with hostility. Rafaelo aka
"Raf" Cortez stepped inside,Standing at his athletic build was accentuated by a fitted black leather jacket that hinted at the strength beneath.Blond hair, tousled yet stylish, framed his chiseled features, while his deep-set hazel eyes scanned the room with a predatory gleam. The slight smirk on his lips hinted at the confidence of a man accustomed to getting what he wanted.
"Well,well,well isn't it my dear friend Hunter?," Raf drawled, his voice smooth but laced with a dangerous edge.
"It's been a while."
The intoxicating warmth of the moment faded, replaced by a surge of anger. Hunter:"What the hell are you doing here, Raf?"
Rafaelo:"ohh c'mon Hunter ! I came to see how my old friend is doing" Raf replied, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He glanced around the room, noting the tension radiating from Hunter's crew, who stood ready for a fight, eyes trained on him like a pack of wolves.
Rafaelo: "Seems like you're doing quite well for yourself."
Hunter :"Cut the crap mf" Hunter snapped, his voice low and fierce, the heat of his anger palpable.
Hunter : "You've got some nerve showing up at my club."
Raf stepped closer, his swagger undeniable, the air thickening with unspoken threats.
Rafa:"I'm just here to remind you that I haven't forgotten who the real king is around here."
Xander, standing at Hunter's side, couldn't contain his anger any longer. Xander:"You've got some balls, Cortez. We don't take kindly to uninvited guests." His men shifted slightly, muscles coiled like springs, ready to spring into action.
Raf chuckled, the sound dripping with arrogance.
Rafa:"What are you going to do, Xander? Your little gang doesn't scare me."
Hunter's gaze locked onto Raf, a storm brewing behind his icy exterior.
Hunter : "You think you can just walk in here and challenge me? You've been out of the game too long, you've been let for roating in jail and now you you act like that? I won't let you take what's mine."
Raf's expression darkened, the playful demeanor giving way to a menacing intensity. Rafa:"You're living on borrowed time, Hunter. I want my piece of this city, and I won't let you stand in my way."
The tension escalated, the room charged with the anticipation of violence. Both men stood toe to toe, their crews silently assessing the situation, ready to back their leaders in whatever chaos might erupt.
Hunter :"Step back, Raf,"
Hunter warned, his voice a low growl.
Hunter :"You don't want this."
Rafa:"Oh, but I do" Raf replied, a fierce light igniting in his eyes. "
Rafa ;And I'm ready to take what I deserve, even if it means tearing down everything you've built.

The tension in the room reached a boiling point, and for Hunter, it was the last drop of water. Enough was enough. With a swift, calculated motion, he lunged forward, pulling a sleek knife from his waistband. The blade glinted under the dim lights as he closed the distance between them in an instant.
Raf's expression shifted from arrogance to surprise, but it was too late. Hunter drove the knife into Raf's side with brutal precision, a fierce determination fueling his strike. Raf gasped, eyes widening as he staggered back, clutching his wound, shock and anger flashing across his face.
Hunter :"Should've known better than to come here uninvited and say bullshit about me, I'll teach you who the truth king Cortez." Hunter growled, his voice cold and steady.