Alessandro's Obsession (18+)

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Annabelle's POV

I've never been to a club before, much less alone for that matter.

The smell of sex 'n smoke lingers in the air, making my nose clog up as I walked towards the bar counter.

'It sure is lively in here', I thought as the loud blaring of upbeat music reached my ears, hurting it in the process.

I resisted the urge to cover my ears, afraid to appear like a sore thumb and recieve curious glances sent my way.

The last thing I want to do right now is to attract the attention of others.

I should stay low and just concentrate on pretending to be a normal teen who comes in here to have some, what do you call it? Booze? Right.

I walked past sweaty bodies with my head hung low, while doing my best to avoid gropes or any form of discreet human contact.

I may be innocent and naive for the most part, but I was always reminded by my brothers, especially the twins, to be wary of strangers and to stay away from them at all cost.

I spotted an unoccupied stool at the far corner hidden by the shadows away from prying eyes.

I immediately situated myself in it and started on fumbling my phone, tapping Papà's name displayed on my list of contacts.

After trying ten times, I resorted on calling my brothers instead.

Receiving the same response of voicemail, I caved in and left a message.

"P-papà! Brothers! You n-need to come h-here. A few of unknown men were following us and are trying to kill us." I sobbed, I can almost feel my phone crack as I held it to my ears with a deadly grip.

"It has been 45 minutes s-since I escaped from the car and t-took shelter in a club named Lueur for hiding. M-my bodyguards were supposed to be here b-but they're nowhere in s-sight." my voice coming out hoarsed from nervousness.

Then, I felt it, again.

That same agonizing feeling I felt of being watched, exactly like the one I experienced near the lake.

I desperately looked past the swaying, tipsy teenagers and searched for the culprit, stretching my neck to get a better view, all the while my mind was swirling with thoughts which made me shiver in fear.

He's here. He has come to take me out. No. I don't want to die. Ple---

I gasped and stood up, ready to bolt myself out of here.

But it seems that I was rooted on my spot. Almost frozen.

Piercing gray eyes were staring straight at me.

I felt my own eyes widen. His look was so dark, so raw, it had my breath coming out in huge shaky puffs of air.

I felt my eyes wandering south, seeing tattoos crawling down his neck and disappearing into the tight collar of his navy blue armani suit, decorating his once clear pale skin.

He was standing a few meters away from me on my right. Cocking his head to the side, my eyes caught something glinting when his face was exposed directly by beams of light.

Piercings. Dangerously glinting silver studs on his ears, right eyebrow, left nostril and at the left corner of his lower lip.

'That's a lot of piercings. I wonder where else he had it', curious on the amount of pain he must've endured to get those, not counting the tattoos.