A Crazy night with the Mafia Alpha

KIARA'S POV

Are you sure about this Mila?" I look at my friend and then at my wristwatch. It is already past 10 pm. I look back once again, wanting to go back home.

The closer we get to the biviclub, the more goosebumps I get. I wasn't only nervous but anxious.

At first, I never wanted to go to the biviclub, for the billionaire's party. Mila had insisted. Now I feel so tensed the closer I get to the club building. Everything about the party is weird, the fact that all girls have to wear masks. Dress in black sleeveless short gowns. Wear silver hills. Get a ticket. Once in, you can't leave until it's 4 am. All this drew a suspicious image in my head.

"We are here already" Mila responded. She seems a bit annoyed. She thinks that she did me a huge favor by getting me a ticket. A ticket that would have cost me a fortune if I bought it with my money. But it wasn't. If not that I needed money desperately for my grandma's surgery, I won't have allowed her to brainwash me with the excuse that I would find help from a rich billionaire. My grandma suddenly slumped one early morning. And now the doctor is requesting a large sum of money. How could I gather that much? I was only a chef and the more annoying fact is that I am the only family she had now.

Once we got to the entrance, the security man requested our ticket. I dig my hand into my little purse and bring out what looks like an invitation card. It was the ticket. I extend the ticket to the man. He returned it after looking closely at me and then at the screen of his laptop. He did the same to Mila.

"Why did he look at me like that"

" He will check every face that enters here. To confirm the one-million ticket is not stolen."

" And how was my face recorded there, if I'm not mistaken, you said you got the tickets for a kiss?"

" I sent him your photograph. Yes! For a kiss, everyone has their own talent" she winked at me.

"Hmm... I have a bad feeling"

"About what? ...this? Look, Kiara, it's your first time at a party, I also felt the same way at James' party, but look who is here, alive and dripping in cash" Mila thinks that nonsense will calm me. I pretend not to be disgusted by it. She kept on Chirping. I ignore her and look around the vicinity, everywhere is quiet and dark. I can feel a knot in my stomach for the second time. The only important thing I catch from what she is saying is "he said he'd be present here, once I meet him, you are on your own. Make sure to enjoy the night. Find yourself a man! You may...

"That's enough" I get angry and interrupt her. She is fond of turning everything into a plus. I hate it when she does that. Ignoring the negative possible outcome.

She hisses and grabs my hand and pulls me forward. I sheepishly followed. We go through the hallway and finally, enter a large room filled with loud music. I cover my face with my mask and walk nervously to a corner.

The large sophisticated room was lit up with disco lights. The mask hides everyone's identity but the disco light made it look as if one girl appeared many times due to similar outfits.

The feeling of anxiety never left me. The knot I felt in my stomach was getting tight. If only I knew what was awaiting me, I would quickly turn back and go back home without giving a damn. But unfortunately, I didn't.

I walk further into the building. embarrassed by the continuous stare from men. I feel I am naked before their eyes. I try drawing my gown down a little bit, but that exposed my bobs the more.

"It's not like they will eat you," Mila says. She noticed how shaky I have become. The time isn't going fast, still 10:30 pm. I can't believe I will stay here until it's 4 am. I gave her a fake smile and grab a glass from the waiter/waitress. Their identities are hidden as well. They had their face covered with masks. All are dressed in plain black trousers, white collar shirts, sleeveless black jackets, and hand gloves.

I notice that unlike me, everyone present has a great desire. I seem to be the only one forced to attend one. I roll my eyes at the masked faces. Everyone is paired. Gays, lesbians, and straight ones.

My mind went blank as I stare at the crowd, noting every detail. Suddenly, eyes caught an interesting couple. She was acting shy and innocent. Looking at her, you will notice she's faking. He tried to kiss her but she turn her face away. He gets up and grabs her hand as she gave him a signal. I watched as he pinned her to do wall and... I couldn't stare anymore.

I shifted my gaze to my side and surprisingly, Mila was gone. I search the whole room for her with my eyes and finally see someone that wore the design of the gown she wore earlier. With her covered face, it was impossible to know if she was really the one. She is sitting with a guy. He must be the guy that she came here for. His face was covered with a mask too, whether he is handsome or not I can't tell.

I took a deep sip of the deep red wine and exhale. I assured myself the hundredth time that I only came here because Mila wanted me to and not to engage in any sexual escapades.

"Why am I here, I murmur, as if someone is eavesdropping. I gulped down the last few contents of my glass and with my nervous hands, I grab another once a waiter came around.

Many eyes were still staring at me. Even those with their partner. " I don't like the way they look at me," I say a bit loudly.

" How do they look ' at a sexy and beautiful girl," I noticed an unfamiliar feminine voice beside me. I turned to my side and saw a slim figure. I move away from her seductive moves.

She must be a lesbian. Just like in the movies, where the lesbians go around looking for their hordes to fuck. she stared seductively at me. "I am not into girls. I said with a cool smile. I loved the content in my glass, it helps relax a bit. I continue to study the guests, ignoring the girl beside me.

She picks a glass from a waiter passing and spatters the contents on me...

I shut my eyes and with my hands blocked the content from touching my face. I stayed in that manner for minutes but I didn't feel my body wet. Was I hallucinating? How could the liquid I saw leaving the glass not on me yet?

I opened my eyes to find out myself, someone had blocked the wine from splashing on me. His face isn't t clear due to his mask but his stature was great.

"Don't be harsh bitch! " he uttered the last word raucously stretching the letter. The girl snarled and left.

"It's alright," said the man, with a charming smile. I bet his face would look good too. He does not prompt me with conflicting feelings. I felt as comfortable as I would feel beside Mila. I can see how balanced he is at the moment.

"Thank y... " I am still saying but he turns around and leaves without another word. I don't understand what I did wrong. Maybe my gestures drive him away, I remember reading novels about a party where every gesture has its meaning. Whether you should accept someone or reject him are all with gestures. Words have no power there. I only dressed my hair that was almost covering my eyes. Should I chase after him to help him clean up the mess? ... No! , something else might happen. If this truly is the kind of party where words are powerless, he might misunderstand and think that I am interested in him

I look around, confused. I wanted to find my friend to clear up my confusion but she was nowhere to be found. All the people around me were in pairs. I was the only one alone. I felt a bit isolated.

I take another glass of wine. This will be the last, I promised myself. I wouldn't like to get drunk in this kind of atmosphere. I sip the content slowly. The feeling of wanting to be with someone disappeared.

I really wish I could be on my cozy bed right now, covering my whole body with my blanket. That feeling is all I want right now. This will be the last time I will ever let myself be persuaded and brought to a place I didn't want to be. Not by anyone, not even Mila

The atmosphere is getting tenser for me. Thanks to the glass of heaven wine in my hand. It gives me an elated feeling. I picked an interesting couple and focused on them. It's lovely watching the two love birds. Hmmm, having a boyfriend might be interesting. I never tried again since after my liaison with Micheal. He promised to stand by me but where is he now? We broke up after I denied him sex. He claimed he would never date a woman that is not sex-driven. That was when I concluded that men are really only after your pants, nothing more. It's been 3 years now.

KIARA'S POV

I shut my eyes and with my hands blocked the content from touching my face. I stayed in that manner for minutes but I didn't feel my body wet. Was I hallucinating? How could the liquid I saw leaving the glass not on me yet?

I opened my eyes to find out myself, someone had blocked the wine from splashing on me. His face isn't t clear due to his mask but his stature was great.

"Don't be harsh bitch! " he uttered the last word raucously stretching the letter. The girl snarled and left.

"It's alright," said the man, with a charming smile. I bet his face would look good too. He does not prompt me with conflicting feelings. I felt as comfortable as I would feel beside Mila. I can see how balanced he is at the moment.

"Thank y... " I am still saying but he turns around and leaves without another word. I don't understand what I did wrong. Maybe my gestures drive him away, I remember reading novels about a party where every gesture has its meaning. Whether you should accept someone or reject him are all with gestures. Words have no power there. I only dressed my hair that was almost covering my eyes. Should I chase after him to help him clean up the mess? ... No! , something else might happen. If this truly is the kind of party where words are powerless, he might misunderstand and think that I am interested in him

I look around, confused. I wanted to find my friend to clear up my confusion but she was nowhere to be found. All the people around me were in pairs. I was the only one alone. I felt a bit isolated.

I take another glass of wine. This will be the last, I promised myself. I wouldn't like to get drunk in this kind of atmosphere. I sip the content slowly. The feeling of wanting to be with someone disappeared.

I really wish I could be on my cozy bed right now, covering my whole body with my blanket. That feeling is all I want right now. This will be the last time I will ever let myself be persuaded and brought to a place I didn't want to be. Not by anyone, not even Mila

The atmosphere is getting tenser for me. Thanks to the glass of heaven wine in my hand. It gives me an elated feeling. I picked an interesting couple and focused on them. It's lovely watching the two love birds. Hmmm, having a boyfriend might be interesting. I never tried again since after my liaison with Micheal. He promised to stand by me but where is he now? We broke up after I denied him sex. He claimed he would never date a woman that is not sex-driven. That was when I concluded that men are really only after your pants, nothing more. It's been 3 years now.

MATEO'S POV.

"You saw her right? , Get her for me!" I order Felix my assistant as I rush to my hotel room to change my jacket.

"The fair one with a mask?" Felix asks. I looked up at him with my stick of cigarette blowing hot. With my left hand, I hold up his Collar so tight. My blood boils in annoyance that he'd questioned me.

"Sorry boss" he apologizes with a sorry face. After so much thought I decided to let him go.

" I won't spare your fucked damn ass if she doesn't show up in thirty minutes" I made sure that his breath was almost choked with the smoke from the cigarette.

He bowed his head and exited the room. Coughing continually. I couldn't contain my anger anymore. No, I was more anxious than annoyed. I wanted to confirm what I felt earlier.

" Why the hell did I do that?" I sighed recalling how I block the wine from splashing on the masked girl. It was so much unlike myself. On normal terms even when I shot my bullets, I never cared who got hurt or killed in as much as my target goes down with them.

Lighting up yet the third stick of cigarette... I move over to the study table. Carefully I glanced through the contract file

I am already getting more uncomfortable staying in the hotel room. Soon, I would get the work done and get the information about my Parents' kidnapper.

Earlier the day, Mr. Anderson had offered me a contract to assassinate one of his business rivals. Annoyed that he belittled me to a contract killer, and requested I kill the mother fucker with a kitchen knife instead of my newly launched gun.

I almost blatantly declined the contract but on hearing his pay, I wouldn't hesitate. What I wanted more than any other thing. He offered to use his connection to find out about what happened 11 years ago at my pack.

I have killed hundreds of humans for this information, I couldn't afford to miss the deal. The venue was biviclub and the target was Mr. Christopher. A famous billionaire womanizer CEO.

Just then , my phone buzzed. The caller identity was showing Mr. Anderson. I clicked on the blue botton and fixed the phone to my ear.

"He just got in... , room 201"came the voice at the other end

KIARA'S POV

Slowly, I walk away from the place I was standing. I was the center of their attention. I look for the coziest homey place to hide. But instead barged into the girl I met earlier. She was looking viciously at me like she has been waiting patiently for me to cross her path again.

"What have I done?" Was the only word that escaped my mouth.

I swallow hard and walk away until I discover I need to run headlong. Suddenly I bump into a man. His eyes were green and glowing. Even in the dim light, they attract attention. They stare at me with conflagration, evaluating my body. He poked his nose at my face. Sniffing recklessly. I moved away with a brisk smile. He drew closer and look shamelessly at me. Countless Goosebumps appear on my skin.

I move back again, he was impermissible close! I whip my hair forward to cover my cleavage. He chuckled, shyly and muttered something I couldn't hear...

"Good catch," he says hoarsely, running a stream of current within my vein. I notice he was getting closer as if he had my permission. Was that a gesture too? Me covering my cleavage is a gesture that has a secret meaning. I don't know why I have a reaction to this man. He scares me...

I look steadily at him without blinking. " Are you scared?" He says smoothly like he wants to console me. My heart beats heavily, I could hear it myself.

"What made you say that?... I am not scared, so get your damn face off me" I say violently. If only I knew who I was talking to...

My eyes widen in shock and my expression changes to that of disgust when his hands suddenly squeeze my bum. "What are you doing? Let me go!

He chuckles when I thrash in his hold. I have met a devil today! Curling his hands around my fist he tries to drag me somewhere, maybe a room! " Dude get a grip" I scream with my eyes almost falling out of its socket.

I am digging my other nails into his hands, kicking and pulling myself away. But it seems my efforts are like that of a baby trying to free herself from her mother's grip. It is useless. People were passing but no one gave a damn. The loud music made my voice powerless.

I manage to twist my arms, I free my hands from his tight grip and shove him backward. That gave me a chance to walk away from him. But I hear rushed footsteps behind me which makes me glance back, my eyes widen as I see him rushing after me.

Breaking into a run, I move towards the hallway. I could see the end from there. The only option left is to barge into a room. I skid to a halt in the middle of the long hallway. I have to make a choice, on which room to enter. What if I meet Lucifer on the verge of running away from a devil?

I heard his familiar voice getting closer. I burst through one of the doors and closed it behind me. He won't notice. There are many others in the hallway.

Turning my head to place my ear against the door. I met the steady gaze of another man.

"Mate?!" he howled in shock

His face isn't covered. I notice that once he flicked on the light.

It is as if time slows down. All I can see is him standing with beautiful tan skin and sharp angular features that seem to be gouged to perfection by the lord above. His pink lips are pulled into a frown, dark black eyebrows that match his hair knotted in confusion as he looks down at me, a mix of disbelief and shock in his blue glowing eyes.

I blink continuously as if to free myself from the trance I'm been held in by him. It feels my body has been jolted with electricity and the aftermath was the millions of sparks tingling down where his hands held my waist. I look down at his flat six-packed belly, I feel my heart stop a bit. I don't know why I found the tattoos on his hands so attractive. What's there ever a perfectly created man? I think one is before me right now! Damn hot!.

"I will pour you some drink," the man said calmly and walk away from me, he brings a bottle of champagne and pour the content into two glasses.

He hands one over to me smiling, I see that he play with me, I understand that... I understand with fear that I like this game. I want to see where this will lead, the mysterious stranger arouses some kind of emotions within me....unknown, scary...admirable...

He sat on the bed. An opportunity for me to open the door and disappear. But no!, I stood there. Watching. I didn't care for my safety . for some reason I wanted to embark on an adventurous journey with this stranger. I have always lived right so as not to offend my grandmother who raised me alone. I want to take a different path with this man. Why? That's what I don't know! My heart jumps out of my chest, and my pulse beats faster but my poor legs stood still at a spot. I like the feeling I get around him.

"It's tasty" I run my tongue above my lips and froze as his hands caressed my face. He attempted to remove the mask on my face. The only thing hiding my identity. Whatever happens this night, this is the only thing that would save my face. I resist. I gently drag his hands off my face.

"What? I won't hurt you, you are mine. My mate" Mate, again? Why does he keep using that word? If I am right the word mate has gone into extinction. Perhaps he is not an elite. His words made me feel comfortable and secure. I let him have his way. He remove my mask and Smile confidently as if he was brushing.

" And she is damn pretty! Thanks to the moon goddess" he muttered under his breath. I pretend not to hear that. I look down at his neck and saw a scorpion tattoo. My heart jumps to my stomach. The Scorpion tattoo belongs to a famous mafia group. Famous all over the country. They were known, unknown men. Only cameras gas caught the tattoos but none of them have ever been caught or arrested. Should What if he really harms me?

" I said I will never hurt you! What's that expression on your face?... Fear??" He notices how nervous I have become. I avoid staring directly into his eyes. Anxiety, that feeling came back to me! It grew stronger and vibrate violently within me.

But yet I couldn't move. I stood still like a doll. Breathing becomes more frequent. I agree that the situation is gaining more dangerous propulsion. He looks at me strangely. He looks at the goosebumps that were all over my skin. It feels as if he is touching me with his eyes.

Jolted electricity flows through my vein. I am afraid of myself... Afraid of my reaction. I thought about Mila if only she didn't bring me to this damn place!. If only she allowed me to stay by her side. The worst could happen between me and this strange man but why don't I care? My emotion wants to reject him but my body is still not moving.

I bite my lips from the inside. A ghost of a smile graces his cheek. He wasn't feeling anxious as I was. He leaned against the wall with his hand pinning mine to the wall. I tilt my head slightly as if he is a puzzle I'm trying to figure out. The muscles in his hands bulbs and strain against the white shirt he was putting on. The shirt sticks to his body and shows the outline of his abs.

Smiling widely when an answer pops into my head. I catch his attention and point my hands to my stomach before clenching my fingers into a fist. "Ouch' I think I might want to use the toilet now," I said in a quiet shaky voice. It sounds like I was really in a hurry. I want to move towards the door but he shakes his head vehemently.

"We have everything here, the toilet inclusive," he said calmly as if someone will be eavesdropping. I look at me him, disappointed. The only excuse I could ever make has been declined. I feel my heart itching with regret. Given that the room has everything, it must have cost him a lot which would have been a fortune for people of low class like myself.

"I won't do anything to you, I will never harm you, mate! All I just need to do is to mark you" his eyebrows draw closer to each other in confusion. He caressed my face with his fingers.

I want to scream at him for still calling me his mate. But something in me tells me not to argue with this man. He is the kind that is too confident and gets whatever he wants.

"You are mine tonight," the strange man said.