Fighting the Mafia (Completed)

Chapter 2

The next morning at work, Tiffany walks into my office with a newspaper. "Girl, you look good in the newspaper."

I roll my eyes and snatch the paper out of her hand, reading the article about my promotion. "Yeah, because being a blonde in New York is unheard of." She shakes her head and squints her eyes at me, "Hales, you are a natural blonde with cute freckles and ice blue eyes, you are beautiful."

A little embarrassed I look at her, "yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say Tiff."

As she's walking out of my office, "you're coming to my apartment after work so we can get ready for The Verve, right?"

I sigh, not really wanting to go, "yeah, I'll meet you at your apartment and probably just wear what I'm wearing now."

She looks me up and down, "Hales your beautiful and all, but I actually want to go home with someone tonight, not them thinking I'm there for a business acquisition." I frown at her. "Don't worry Hales, I have some hot dresses that will fit your figure." She winks at me and walks out of my office before I can argue.

Great, I'm going to look like a hoe tonight. Maybe Kyle will want some when I get home then. Smirking to myself.

I take a cab to Tiffany's apartment and walk up the stairs to the second floor. I knock on the door and she flings it open and has a huge grin and grabs my wrist pulling me into her apartment. "I picked out some great outfits for you."

Great... I look down at two dresses on her bed. The first was bleach white, obviously super short. The other was bright red, a little longer than the white dress, but had cutouts on the side. I give her a disdained look, "Tiffany, I am a married woman, I am not wearing these dresses."

She rolls her eyes and shoves the white dress at me, "yes, your married, but that doesn't mean you can't look hot."

I try the white dress on, I'm not sure it's flattering with my fair skin color. I walk out of the bathroom. "Tiff, I'm not wearing this, it barely covers my ass."

She nods, "okay, maybe if you didn't have such a big ass for a petite body, you wouldn't have this problem."

I grab the other dress, giving her an evil eye. I try it on and look in the mirror. Surprisingly the red compliments my skin color and fits like a glove on my curves. It's really not bad, I could do without the cutouts. I walk out, "Hales, you are wearing that. You look fucking hot."

I sigh, "fine."

We take a cab to the club. When we pull up, there is a line around the door. "Tiff, this place looks packed, are you sure we will be able to get in?"

She smirks at me, "ye have little faith. My sister works as a bartender here." We get out of the cab and I notice a line of beautiful and very young women waiting to get into the club. Tiffany walks up to the bouncer and tells him her name. He looks down at his clipboard and lets us in.

I look at her amazed, "Tiff, I'm feeling a little out of my element. I'm a married, 27 year-old-woman. I'm not 22 anymore."

She laughs, "Girl, you need a shot to liven and loosen you up a bit. Work is making you tense." We walk to the bar. Tiffany starts talking to her sister and I look to my right and notice a nice looking man staring at me and looking me up and down. Fucking great Tiffany.

He walks up and stands next to me, turning to face me, "you look amazing."

My stomach drops, "thanks, my husband thinks so too." Showing him my wedding ring.

He looks at my ring, unfazed, "what can I get you to drink?"

I'm annoyed now, "look, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested."

He smirks at me, "your dress says otherwise."

I'm beyond pissed, "look you fucking asshole, I'm not interested in holding a conversation with you, let alone leaving with you and having sex."

I grab Tiffany's hand and pull her out to the dance floor. She looks at me baffled, "what was that about?"

Knowing I looked pissed, "some douche was hitting on me and not getting the hint that I was not interested." She laughs and grabs shots from a serving tray. I squeeze my eyes together and take the shot quickly. I feel my phone vibrate, a text from Kyle -

I'm so sorry Babe, Henry and I have to fly out to Atlanta tonight to finish this case. Once this case is over, I'm all yours. I promise.

I was so pissed. I've been feeling like he's choosing his career over me. I know I couldn't get mad because I had done the same in the beginning. But, he's not here to see me frustrated, so why not do more shots with Tiffany. Several shots later, I realize I need to go pee, badly. Still on the dance floor, Tiffany is talking to some guy.

I lean into Tiffany's face, "I'm going to the bathroom, I have to pee and I'll probably grab a cab and head home."

She laughs, "okay girl, be safe. I'm going home with Rico." Giving me a wink. I shake my head...she is so crazy.

I walk towards a staff employee and ask where the bathroom is. "Down, at the end of this hall, last door on your left."

I smile, "thanks." I walk into the luxury bathroom. "Damn, this is nice." A bleach blonde with sun kissed skin walks out of a bathroom stall, with a guy buckling his pants.

My eyes widen. Oh My God, it's the asshole from the bar. He looks at me and smirks, "you still married and not interested?"

I clinch my teeth, "get the fuck out of this bathroom." He laughs and walks away.

The woman looks me up and down, "no wonder he didn't want to fuck you."

I smile, "oh he did, I just have more self-respect." I walk into the stall and hear her stomp out. Bitch.

After washing my hands, I walk out of the bathroom. I see a stair case that leads to a hallway. I heard they had VIP rooms that you could rent for parties. I wonder if they are up the stairs. I start to walk up the stairs questioning whether this is a good idea. Meh, they would have blocked it off if I was not allowed to be here.

I get to the hall and open the first door, it's an office. Oops...maybe I should not be up here. I go to turn around, but I can't help but hear a woman screaming for someone to stop.

Oh God, I hope they are not hurting a woman. I go up to the door, my heals clacking on the floor. I put my ear to the door to see if I actually heard a girl crying. Suddenly the door swings open and a huge bald man stands in front of me and I can see a woman sitting on the floor with her face in her hands, crying.

Fuck...what have I gotten myself into. I gasp at her sight and turn and run. I can hear him behind me. Luckily, I played varsity soccer in college and still retained my muscle so I had some endurance.

I hear him calling someone on his walkie talkie. I'm running down the steps, skipping steps trying to get down them fast so that he doesn't have a chance to grab me. I'm down the stairs and he has just gotten to them. Realizing I may actually lose him. I notice a steel door on my right and I can feel air flowing through the cracks.

I bet this goes outside in the back. I push the door open and run outside. Thank fucking God. I run down the alley and go to turn the corner and a pair of hands grab me and throw me over his shoulder.

I scream and kick, but no one is around to hear me. He opens up the back passenger door and throws me in. I notice the bald guy on my left and the guy who grabbed me, slides in next to me - he is a tall, blonde-haired and muscular man, but more lean than the bald man.

I sit there, not knowing what to say. My cheeks tear streaked. A tall, tan, muscular man slides in, next to monster that grabbed me. He is very beautiful, has a strong jaw line, an intense gaze and a dominating presence. As I look at him, I notice tattoos peeking between his unbuttoned shirt. "Please let me go, I promise I didn't see anything."

He glares at me, "shut the fuck up before I gag you."