Bound: Mafia Chains

Chapter 3: Little Angel Wears Leather

Stefan POV-

I did quick check on my appearance before entering VIP. I ran my hands through my hair, I straightened my mask and fixed my tie, perfecto.

Confidently I entered the VIP section of the club through the fighters entrance. The DJ was playing a loud up beat song, bright neon colors flashed to the beat of the music as spoiled rich young adults grind on the dance floor. The bar had a few scattered around it but most people drinking where lounging around in the fancy seating area.

It's been twenty minutes since my fight. The fight was quick and brutal, honestly my opponent was pathetically; he didn't even last two minutes.

My thoughts drifted the petit ange that caught my eye before the fight. She looked somehow managed to look adorable and sexy at once. She wore a tight black dress with a black leather jacket; her long blonde hair framed her delicate face, unlike earlier she now were contacts instead of those cute glasses. It was shocking to see her here but at the same time it left me intrigued. The petit ange seemed to have carving for darkness and I am only too willing to be her darkness.

[Petit Ange- Little Angel/ French]

After the fight I had asked Luca to fetch my petit ange and her to bring the VIP. I wanted to see how she reacted to my demand but also to see how she acted in the club.

I smirked as I laid eyes on her. She was leaning on the bar, a drink in hand as she chatted with her friend. Slowly, I started to make my way to her. I don't plan on talking to her but I wanted be close enough to her angelic voice. When I got in range of her voice I turned to the nearest bartender and order whiskey neat.

A small smirk appeared on my face as I began to listen to my petit ange's conversation.

"... I was just using this thing called a brain Stacy!"

"You were going to turn down going to VIP!"

Petit ange slammed her drink on the bar counter, "And I would have if that asshole didn't threaten us. I don't know about you Stacy but when some threatens me it pisses me off! If I knew who "requested" us to come up here the things I would..." Suddenly she switched to a different language, Indonesian, as she began to practically cuss me out. Not gonna lie, she looked sexy mad. She switched to Spanish as she began to yell at her friend; then like a whirlwind of fury she left her friend standing speechless at the bar while she gracefully made her way to the dance floor.

Looks like angel in leather is quite the little spitfire. I watched her on the dance floor as she swayed her hips from side to side. She seemed to get lost in her movements, appearing as though she didn't have a care in the world. Her movements mesmerized me, she may be in a crowd of people but she stood out because she was the only angel in the room.

I growled as I looked around, my petit ange had all eyes on her. Men looked at her lustfully as the women glared at her venomously. I moved towards the dance floor, closer to my little angel; I had to protect her.

I grabbed her small waist from behind, it took her a moment to realize hands were on her; with much more force than I thought she would have she pushed my hands off of her. She spun around, hitting my chest with her finger, "Listen buddy, I don't like being manhandle so shove off!" She yelled as she tried to push me away from her. I'm impressed she almost managed to push me away.

Her beautiful eyes danced with fury as she met my gaze; a small adorable gasp escaped her lips when she realized who I was. "Shit." She mumbled.

"Something wrong angel?" I inquired.

She took a deep breath as she regained her composure. "Non è tutto posto, Re Oscuro."

[No everything is fine, Dark King/ Italian]