a mafia story

meeting him

  I figured maybe I should go to a club since I didn't really want to be near my father at the moment. I took one of my best friends casy. Yes I know what your thinking, the phycho bitch that just threatend to kill her father has friends?
Yes,  I have one friend and thats because her mom was best friends with my mother, she's like a sister to me.
  Anyway I thought maybe I should go to the club and maybe meet a guy,  have some fun ya know. I was having fun and dancing. I was letting the drinks get to me, then I turn around and casy is gone. I walk through the croud of people. The sweaty body's dancing up against one another,  it was then that I realized I wasn't feeling to well. I was about to pass out when I felt a pair of strong arms catch me. Everything goes blank.

                                   The next morning

  I woke up, as I opened my eyes I realized I wasn't in my room. I seen red sheets, grey walls and wait. A sexy man with a towel around his waist. Damn, he has a body of a god. With tattoos all over,  his tone abs with a v line. His jaw line could cut through almost anything.
Why am I feeling like this? I don't have feelings... Oh wait he's talking to me.
"Hello, are you okay?" He asked me as I rub my head. "I'm fine, where am I?" I ask as I jump out of the bed. "Your in my apartment" he says with a smerk as he brushes his brown hair. "Clearly I'm in your apartment,  I'm asking why" I say as I roll my eyes. "You passed out at the club so I took you home." He says as he puts on a shirt. "Why would you take a stranger home?" I ask, I really want to know why he would do that. "You seemed so harmless and theres a lot of bad people out there, so I took you home so you would be safe." He looked into my eyes,  like he was looking for something, I don't know why but it made me uncomfortable. "Stop looking at me like that." I try to speak in a demanding tone. "Or what" he says with a stupid smile on his face. He's really starting to piss me off. I'm trying to hold my temper because he doesnt know me and I don't know him. But its to late I throw a punch. He catches my fist. "Woah there girl, I wouldn't do that if I where you." I struggle to control myself much longer,  yet im in awe, how did he catch my fist? I'm very well trained... "Who are you?" I ask, trying to fugure him out. "Names Vince. And you are?" He lets my fist go. "My names makayla." I grunt as I rub my fist."anyway I better get going." I tell him as I'm about to leave. "Wait, can I have your phone number?" "Here" I give him my phone number and walk out the door.