I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 1

This story is dedicated to my best friend Jonathan, who I lost in a car accident last year. He hated romance books.

The second book to this series is called, "Come Back To Me."

This is the first book (:

Enjoy my lil chickens

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"You guys fucking suck." I muttered as we walked into the pulsing black-light club.

"Come on my little exotic friend, let's party!" My friend Amanda squealed in my ear.

It was my 18th birthday, and I was dressed in a tight red dress that wouldn't fit an 8-year old boy.

Thick black winged makeup caked my face, and my lips were painted a bright red.

My ink black hair hung down and long around my shoulders, and I almost face-planted in the high-heeled stilettos that I was forced into.

Fuck. My. Life.

"Happy Birthday Calla!" My friends screamed over the rave music as we walked in.

I rolled my eyes and smiled at them as we made our way to the dance floor.

I was with my friends Amanda, Brie, and Stacy, and they kidnapped me. They're absolutely psycho, last week, they blew up my neighbors mailbox with fireworks. For no fucking reason.

Stacy got pulled over for speeding, and she dabbed when the officer asked for her registration.

I sighed.

Hundreds of people were crowded on the floor, the stench of alcohol and smoke flooded my lungs as I swayed to the rave music.

White lights flashed through my vision as I saw Stacy grinding into some guy as he was kissing the side of her neck.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of rough hands grab my hips, and I turned around to see some drunk college guy who smelled like cologne and booze.

"Hey gorgeous." He said as his hands gripped my hips.
My eyes widened as I made a weak attempt to pull out of his grasp.

He ignored my attempted as his unfocused eyes roamed all over me. He pulled me close to him, I felt his hard-on through the thin fabric of my dress and using more force, I pulled out of his grasp. My heart was pounding.

I turned away from him and ignored his calls as I pushed past through the sweaty bodies and walked over to my friend Brie.

"Hey, um I'm not having a lot of fun, and I think I should go-"

She cut me off by dragging me off the dance floor, and to the bar.

"Simon!" She screamed over the music, and the bartender came over to us. She stood on her tip toes as she leaned over the bar.

He was handsome, with light hair and light eyes, he was well built and he had a friendly look to him.

"Hey Brie, who's your friend?" He asked, his voice raised over the music.