Body Count (BWWM)

Chapter 1

Gloria

My friends and I decided to have a girls night out on this beautiful Saturday night. We arrive at the club around midnight and easily gained access through the bouncer that knew my bestie, Alicia. At this age, I'm not coming out of my house to stand in line, so if we can't bypass it. I'm not going. 

The place was huge and the music had me swaying my hips as soon as we walked in. Alicia had got us a booth, so that was our first stop before we hit the dance floor.

"We got Tequila, Crown, and Jack." Alicia yelled over the music.

Personally, I was a dark liquor girl throughout my early twenties but once I hit my 27, it told me to sit my Black ass down. Gloria on dark would have me fighting bitches in the club but Gloria on light will have me dancing all night.

"I'll just have Tequila and Ginger Beer." I tell her and she nods, beginning to pour.

Alicia and I have known each other about three years now. I'm not from New York, I'm a country girl from Little Rock and I moved up here for school. Me and Alicia are nurse's at St. John's hospital. We met when I got hired there three years ago. Both of us looked out for each because if you're in healthcare you know that a lot of these women can be catty.

"Let's go dance!" Alicia screams, throwing her hands in the air and making her way out the booth.

I giggle and quickly follow along with the other girls. I'm wearing a dark purple fitted dress and black Tom Ford heels, and yes these motherfuckers have my feet barking but I look good. My hair is in a high ponytail with two tendrils falling in my face. We reach the center of the dance floor and start moving to the music. 

We were probably dancing for about 15 minutes until my theme song came on, Yeah Glo. As my friends were hyping me up and I was bent over with my back arched shaking my ass. I felt my movements being slowed down as my body connects to something hard. I look at my left thigh and watch as a large, tatted hand slowly glides down my leg. My body shoots up and my back feels like it connected to a brick wall. 

I do what most girls do. I look at my friend's face to see if the man is fine or not. Alicia gives me a wink, letting me know he looks good. So, I continue to dance on him and he snakes his arm around my waist. I didn't have to look at him to know he was strong. I felt secure in his arms and the more skin I saw from him, the more tattoos there were covering it. 

The DJ was switching to a slow song and I decided to turn around. I was intimidated but intrigued at the same time. His jawline was sharp and he had a deep scar over his right eye, that resembled Scar, from the Lion King. But that didn't stop him from being extremely attractive and his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, almost reflective. His hair was black and thick. He had it brushed back and his side were tapered. He wore a white dress shirt, with rolled up sleeves showcasing both sleeved arms of black artwork. The first three buttons on his shirt were open and he wore several gold chains. He was a large man. He looked around 6'3 or 6'4 which was a lot to me considering I was 5'2. 

My trance ended instantly when we heard gunshots going off. I go to duck but he lifts me in the air and we're suddenly on the move.

"Omg!" I scream while being carried out the back of the club.

I hear the door being kicked open to the alley and the screeching of tires indicating a vehicle was barreling down on us.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled once the doors opened.

"Get in!" He screamed with an accent.

"The fuck! Hell no, I'm not getting -" He threw me over his shoulder and tossed me in the SUV.