Mafia King's Obsession

FRAN'S POV

No one tells you that being anything in LA is difficult.

No, wait, maybe they do, but we don't listen because we have dreams, and they never die.

Or so we tell ourselves just to have some hope. And it was hope that made me s*ck the deepest breath I could manage as I listened to the announcement from the stage. Everything was ready, I was ready to perform again today just like always. But one thing was different about tonight. I wasn't just going to perform to a crowd of judgmental LA wives and mogul husbands, I was performing for HIM.

Luca Castello.

You may ask me, Francesca Khefe Elaise, why the hell do you set your sights on such a dangerous man? A man who, according to words on the street, was the most feared crime boss in the city with fatal underground afflictions and powerful upperground connection. Surely you must be out of your mind!

I know what I'm doing is dangerous, but I also know deep inside that Luca Castello and I have something in common - no, we have a connection, albeit a thin one.

I've been dancing here at Ricky's Purple Satin Club for 3 years now, and I have only just recently felt the most intense audience ever, and it happened when Luca began to frequent the club last year. If I'm right and that connection between us is real, then he is the man that can help me. I just need to give my best performance today to be able to approach him.

Janet Jackson's voice filled the stage with the beginning of the song 'That's The Way Love Goes'.

"Like a moth to a flame drawn by the fire, my love is blind. Can't you see my desire?"

I specifically asked for that song because I was the silly moth drawn to the flame that was Castello. He would burn me, that's for sure.

Dancers at the club don't have much say in the affairs of the club - who am I kidding? They don't have a say in anything at all. But I begged Keith this evening when I arrived for my set. I begged and begged because I had spent all night practicing. It was the perfect song for a man like Luca, a man whose aura was as dark as his looks.

I haven't seen him outside the club, but I've felt his presence night after night when I climb on stage. I've felt those intense eyes watching my moves. I wonder what he thinks when he watches with that unwavering stare.

I glided on stage dressed in my short gold sequin dress. It barely covered a thing, but then that's the purpose of it. As a jazz fusion dancer, everything about me from my dress to my dance moves was supposed to provoke desire, lust and I was good at it.

How did I end up here? Well, you won't believe it, but when my parents moved from Nigeria to the States they had a different dream for me. I would have become an architect. If only they were alive to help me actualize that dream, but they died, leaving me and my younger sister alone in a foreign land with no means to survive. I had to work odd jobs in kitchens, scrubbing floors, cleaning pools, picking up garbage off the street. When I moved to LA with my younger sister, picking garbage off the street paid even better. Environmental enthusiasts, young rich kids who fought capitalism with their $1200 Apple laptops and $800 iPhones while sipping from large Starbucks cups would donate some cash when I uploaded pictures of myself picking up plastic bottles, straws and Starbucks coffee cups off the streets.

That didn't pay off for too long though, because it turns out they weren't as passionate about the environment and I couldn't have been passionate even if I wanted to. I was trying to survive with a younger sister to take care of. What I needed was money. I barely had the time to be a social justice warrior when I had to play mommy at age 15.

All the money I had wasn't enough to get a good place to stay in a place like LA the city, so we moved into one of the housing projects in Watts. And we lived there for 5 years until I moved us out to the city last year. My sister Faith is a year younger than I am, so when she turned 19, I turned 21.

After a long time, I finally saved enough to get a good phone and that was when I discovered what the young kids were doing.

TikTok.

I have a previous history of dancing. Well, I could dance to the best of my ability from what I learned off YouTube, but when I watched the kids dance I realized I didn't have as much talent as I thought. So, while I worked days in diners as a server and a scrubber in the kitchen, I spent nights dancing until I finally had the courage to upload my first video.

At first nothing happened and then it blew up. 10, 000 views?

I thought the money would come easily since I was getting so many views and likes and comments. Turns out I needed an agent to really make it big and, for an immigrant, a black girl with no connections, no savings, good luck getting an agent who doesn't want to pump you full of STIs before working with you.

My TikTok fame came to a grinding halt when another TikTok user began to steal my moves. Oh, I know they were mine because I've always infused dance moves from my culture with jazz and ballet and whatever else I liked. My followers warned me about it, insulted her for it, but all of those did nothing to save my fame when the girl had larger following than I did. How was I supposed to compete with someone who had 1 million likes in less than an hour? I couldn't even fight her legally because I didn't have the money to spare, so I deleted my TikTok, gave my sister the phone and got a smaller one for myself.

I would have gone back to cleaning pots and serving rude customers if Keith had not gotten me the job at the club.

Keith was a follower on my TikTok. He was much older, and he had a friend whom I briefly dated, but when Jay went missing during a riot back in Watts, Keith stepped up. I know his friendship with Jay must have made him feel responsible for me. I was grateful for his friendship.

He got me an audition at the club and I accepted. Turns out I was good enough to dance there as long as I danced for the pleasure of the lecherous men who came to watch with their jealous wives.

Mom and Dad would be rolling hard in their graves.

I miss them. We were a happy family back in Nigeria, and it remained like that when we migrated, even though we had to start all over again. I always wanted to make them proud. Even now, I thought about them as I gyrated my hips in time to the slow music under the blazing lights.

My parents might get past me dancing to survive, but I could feel their disappointment from beyond knowing that I failed them when my sister went missing.

Faith went missing two weeks ago under dubious circumstances. Turns out humiliating myself night after night to protect my baby sister wasn't enough. Faith's wild streak finally led her into trouble. I just didn't know the extent of trouble she was in and how dangerous the people she got herself involved in were.

No news of her whereabouts. Her phone was switched off, calls and messages were not going through.

But I'll find her.

Luca Castello was just the man that I needed to help me find her, which was why I was performing specially for him.

Casting my gaze beyond the glare of the white lights, I looked in the direction of his reserved booth. I could feel his presence even though I couldn't see him. It was as powerful as the man according to the rumors.

Lowering my eyelids over my eyes in a sultry manner, I did a pirouette, then another and another, ending with a leg raise to the side of my face. I hugged my right leg higher, letting my lips part slightly.

Applause rose from the invisible crowd, but Luca did not clap.

He watched.

I let my leg fall, sliding over the smooth stage floor as I transitioned to a right split. I bent my back, flailing my arms to the side before swinging them back, grabbed my left leg and lifted it from my feet to my knee for a scorpion split. It was a challenging position, but I mastered it all night because a man like Luca had to know the advantages of my flexible body.

I was selling myself to the most dangerous man in the city, but I will do it again and again for my baby sister.

The music ended and I slowly, sensually got out of the scorpion split, flashed my bright smile and blew a kiss into the faceless clapping crowd.

Was he still watching?

He was. I felt his eyes hot on my back as I made my way off the stage to the back of it where the other performers were getting ready.

I was sweating. My body ached slightly, but it was all worth it. Luca Castello watched. Now I just need an audience with him.

I was just about entering my dressing room when Keith appeared.

"Hey."

"Hi," I managed a smile.

He grinned. "That was amazing."

"Thanks," I replied breathlessly.

I moved to open the door, but he placed a hand over it. "You were dancing harder than you've ever done, Fran. You were a bit... more sensual than normal."

"Keith, your job is to manage the lights. How would you have seen me dance? Stalking me now are you?" I joked.

He didn't laugh, instead his grin faded lightly. "You were dancing for him, Luca Castello. I saw you looking at him..."

"Keith, the lights were bright, how could you have..." I started.

His voice and face hardened. "Don't lie to me, Fran. You know that I'm right." His gaze took me in from head to toe. "He's not that kind of man."

I raised my brow in anger and irritation. "Oh what, so he's not into black dancers? Just because you're mixed doesn't give you the right to belittle me."

Fuming now, I pushed the door open, jerked his arm off the front and stormed in. I would have slammed the door if he had not put his hand out to stop it from closing.

"That's not what I mean and you know it! He's dangerous! He's the devil, Fran!"

FRAN'S POV

He was right, and I knew that, which was why I was intentionally being obtuse.

I sat down in front of my mirror and began to do my hair, removing the pins from the thick curls and putting them in my mouth. After such a sweaty performance, my hair was wet at the root, which made the curls thicker and tighter but softer and silkier to touch. I ran a brush through it, causing some to fall in front of my face while brushing the back out to form an afro.

Keith stopped behind my chair, his eyes watching my movements narrowed.

"You're going to seduce him?" He asked darkly.

A thrill shot down my spine at the thought of it. Of course, that was what I had in mind when I walked on that stage. Seducing Luca Castello was the very thing I did when I bent my body backward, raised my legs to the side of my face and rolled my waist, rolling my hips. I was going to seduce him. All I had was my body.

I sucked in a shallow breath. But would a man like him be seduced by me? LA might be an advanced city, but like the rest of the world, racial discrimination was still a thing. When you're mixed you have an advantage, to some degree, true, but it's a better advantage than when your skin is darker.

Leaving TikTok wasn't just because of plagiarism issues, even though that was a big part of it. There seemed to be a community on the platform that fetishize people like me, just like the men at the club who came to feast their eyes knowing they would go back to their blonde or brunette wives after a rough night with a dancer. We were good enough to satisfy their basic desires but not enough to take home.

When I started getting comments like "Black queen" and "I love me a black queen", I was flattered. Until Faith explained that I was being fetishized and I immediately felt uncomfortable.

Getting a job here at the club was a stroke of luck. If I hadn't practiced hard the previous night before the audition, I never would have gotten it.

I swallowed down the nerves in my throat and went on the offensive.

"I'm not seducing him, Keith, are you dumb? I'm going to make him think that I am until he helps me."

"If you really think so, then I should be asking if you are the one who's dumb. Do you think a man like Castello would let you play silly games and let you go? You go to that man out there, you're asking for trouble."

"Well, what would you have me do?!" I cried, dropping the pins in my mouth. "Faith is missing! It's been two weeks, Keith. Two whole weeks since my baby sister went missing! If I have to make a deal with the devil to get her back, then so be it!"

I rose from the chair, touched my hair, smacked my red-glossed lips and told myself that I was good to go. If I was going to seduce a man like Luca I wouldn't need to be coy about it. He was a smart man, all he had to do was take one look at me to know what I was planning to do.

I started out for the door. Keith blocked my path.

"Think about this, Fran."

But I had already thought about it and I knew that this was the only way.

**

READER'S POV

Luca stared at the stage long after she disappeared, a tiny smile hovering on his lips.

She danced well every other day. That was why he returned no matter how busy he was. But tonight's performance was different. Luca Castello was by all rights a vain man. No man accomplished all that he had at such a young age without a little bit of vanity.

So he had known that tonight's performance was a special one for him. Her eyes, even though she was afar, had met his over and over and over again tonight. Her movements were more sensual than usual. They were intentionally choreographed to stimulate arousal.

He chuckled to himself. She was a bold one, but how bold?

Most women in his life were bold enough until they saw the beast. That was when they ran off with their tails between their legs. Was his little dancer just as fiery as she seemed to be? Were there limits to her passion?

He was at his own limits tonight with his brother. Giovanni was going on and on about something he couldn't be bothered to listen to. Now that Francesca no longer had his attention he was forced to listen to his brother's rambling.

"You really should talk to Ricky."

For the second time that evening, Luca's eyes sought Ricky's. Ricky Russell, the man who owned the club.

He was greeting some patrons, but he caught Luca's eye with a raise of his glass of wine and a sly smile.

Luca did not acknowledge either. His eyes turned instead to his brother.

"Why should I?"

"Because he asked. He wants to talk to you."

Luca narrowed his eyes in the dim setting of the club at his brother, who nearly looked nothing like him. They both had raven black hair, olive skin and dark gray eyes, but there was no depth to Giovanni's eyes. His eyes were cold and thoughtless. The unintelligent eyes of a killer.

"And he has to come through you? Why?" He asked with suspicion.

Giovanni shrugged. "Probably scared of that dark scowl of yours. You know what? It's not important anyway," he added, waving his free hand casually. His right hand reached for a cigar from the case which one of the serving girls dressed in nothing but playboy-style lingerie complete with the bunny ears and fishnets had dropped on the table.

Luca studied his brother. He wouldn't look him in the eye. Giovanni did that when he was hiding something. Usually Luca did not bother him with what it was, since it usually involved killing someone, and he would rather distance himself from that. He called the shots, but he liked to pride himself as the clean side of the business.

Yet tonight there was something different about Giovanni and Luca wanted to know. Yet before he could, there was a deep clearing of throat behind the curtain of his booth.

The head server leaned in. "Mr. Castello, someone would like to speak with you."

Before he could say who, Francesca peaked from behind him.

Luca caught sight of her and a smile tugged his lips.

Without taking his eyes off her, he said "Giovanni, take a stroll."

His brother's gasp was barely audible, his dark eyes shooting between Fran and Luca. His brother was serious. He really dismissed him for a dancer?

Grabbing the lighter off the table, he stalked off.

Fran stepped aside while Giovanni stumped off, nearly bumping into her with his shoulder.

Now she was alone with him. Her confidence nearly failed her but when she looked into his eyes, seeing the magnetic light shade of gray for the first time, she was mesmerized. Suddenly, the thumping of her heart was not just out of nerves but a visceral reaction to his dark good looks and that powerful aura. No wonder he was so feared, no one could look at him and not be frightened.

"I'm sorry to intrude, Mr. Castello," She said, her voice firm even though her nerves were frayed.

He nodded once, offering her a seat.

She took it, languidly dropping into the leather seats. Her short skirts became even shorter, revealing the skin-colored tights she wore.

"It must be for a reason," Luca said simply.

Fran smiled. "I see you enjoyed my show."

He didn't bother to hide it. "You watched me watch you?" He raised a brow, humor catching his voice.

Her smile turned shy.

Luca observed her. She was young, younger than he had ever had. There was an air of innocence about her, yet in her direct gaze was a boldness that challenged him.

He found that he liked it very much.

"You haven't performed a special dance for me for mere compliments, have you, Francesca?"

If she was surprised that he knew her name, she didn't appear to be surprised. In fact, he thought he saw a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

The night kept getting better and better.

He was right to have fixated on her, even going as far as demanding her schedule to know when she would be performing.

"No I haven't, Mr. Castello..."

"Luca."

Now she lowered her gaze slightly. "Luca." She moved forward, her brown eyes glistening in the dim light. "My sister is missing, has been for 2 weeks now."

He was relaxed as he watched her speak. "I don't see what that has to do with me."

"It doesn't... Not directly." She licked her lips and his eyes followed the movement. Her lips were full and red. He could see it forming a large O around his cock. She had a nice voice to match her looks, but he wasn't interested in what she had to say, he was more interested in how long it would take before he was bored with her.

Or how much she could endure before she ran off like the others.

"Then why are you here?"

"I found some things regarding my sister's disappearance that might... Might be connected to you in some ways. I found a picture she took with a member of the Blood gang."

He waited. When she didn't elaborate, he turned his hand upward. "And?"

"You are Mafioso," she said with unwavering conviction, without fear. "Your power crosses borders and ocean lines. If the Blood gang is involved with my sister's disappearance I know you can help me."

Now she caught his interest again. Since the enactment of several Federal laws and prohibition against organized crime, many crime organizations had gone underground, performing their acts within close circles. The mafia was one of them, hence why there were few mentions of them in recent news.

As long as he wasn't caught legally, Luca could continue his business.

Miss Francesca seemed to have no problem voicing out facts. She was his flavor of daring.

"I see. Tell me what you think happened."

"I don't know the details, she kept a lot of things from me even though we lived together, but I think she dated that Blood gang member and I only just realized that he works for Ricky Russell. Every trace of her ends with Ricky Russell. He must have something to do with this."

"You should be talking to him then."

"No," She shook her head. "I should be talking with you, you are the most powerful man in the city, in the state. I need you."

He needed her too in more than one position while he fucked all of her holes. He wondered what his daring innocent would say to that.

He started to give his response when his brother returned with some of his men in dark suits behind him.

"Brother," Giovanni grunted without a glance at Fran. His meaning was clear. He did not approve of Luca talking with someone like her.

Luca studied Fran's expression as she turned to his brother, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't seem to trust his brother and he had a feeling that had something to do with her missing sister.

"Let's talk in private, Miss Elaise. When you close."

Fran's POV

"You're sure he's going to help you?" Daniela asked.

I looked over my shoulder at her. She sat in front of my mirror borrowing some wipes from the box on my table to clean her makeup. She is my best friend here. She was the first girl to speak to me when the other ones avoided me, probably because they thought I was going to steal their spotlight. You would think that as black girls we would form a kind of solidarity, but colorism among my own people is just as bad as the racism I face against the world.

Sometimes I want to say I understand why mixed-race blacks would feel superior, but then I talk to people like Daniela and wonder why everyone else wasn't like her.

She was the one who told me that Luca Castello had been showing unusual attention to me. There were policies guiding the club. Dancers can not have any relationship with the patrons within or outside the club. Our services were bordered by the rounded square stage. For serving girls like Daniela, however, she earned commissions when she got a customer interested in a one-night stand or more.

She could have easily tried to score Luca for herself if she thought she had the chance, but she came running to me the day after my day off to tell me that Luca had demanded to know why I hadn't been at work.

"He did ask me to meet him after work hours, so that means something, right?"

She cleaned the mascara and eyeliner from both eyes. "Then you better hurry, babes." She looked up at me through the mirror. "You don't keep a man like Luca Castello waiting."

And did I not know it? The man had such a powerful presence I nearly felt faint being before him. I always wondered what color his eyes were. They were a lovely shade of gray and when the swirling lights brushed them, they turned light like the sky at the beginning of rain.

"My God!" Daniela squealed, swiveling in the chair, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "You think he's hot!"

I shrugged, avoiding her eyes. "He's Castello, everyone thinks he's hot."

"Yeah, but you are positively beaming with excitement! You're going to do it, aren't you?"

'It' was sex. Even though a delicious shiver ran down my spine at the memory of Luca's eyes holding mine captive, trying to see into the depths of me, I shook my head. Something about him told me he was the kind of man to push boundaries.

And strangely, I was curious about that. Anticipating it even.

No, Francesca, you're just going to let him think you're seducing him until you find Faith.

"Hopefully it doesn't come to that," I lied to Daniela. Looking at my watch I realized that it was 45 minutes past 2 in the morning. I grabbed my coat off the wall. "I gotta go. See you tomorrow, babes."

"See ya. Have fun!" She winked.

I rolled my eyes at her, closing the door with a bang.

The club activities were still in full swing, but my shift was over, so I made my way out of the back door to the busy road. Los Angeles as always was still awake with bright lights flooding the streets, almost making the nights like days.

It was a warm night, but I drew my coat around my barely - there sequin gown because Los Angeles might be glamorous, but there are a lot of creeps running the streets. The last thing I want is someone blaming my choice of attire as the reason for my rape.

Luca was nowhere to be found.

D*mn it! I should have known this chance was too good to be true. And I had hoped.

Swallowing my disappointment, I made my way across the street, choosing to walk a few blocks before taking a taxi to save some cash on transport fare.

I tucked my hands in my coat pocket with my head down walking on the curb when I noticed the black car slowing down beside me. The front window wound down, and a chauffeur looked out.

"Miss Elaise?"

I continued walking, increasing my footsteps.

"Mr. Castello wants you to ride with him."

My spirit lifted and as it did, my body came alive with heat. What the hell is wrong with me that just his name makes me want to squeeze my thighs together.

I stopped walking. The driver got out of the car, opened the back door for me and offered me a hand.

I took it, stepping into the dark interior that nearly concealed him but for the stark white collar of his shirt. His eyes fixated on me even when I settled into the seat and the door was closed.

The car suddenly seemed too small for us both. Even through his coat his essence poured out in excess. His masculine scent filled every space, piercing through my pores until every air I breathed was tainted with his scent.

Male.

Spicy.

Musty.

**

READER'S POV

Luca tapped on the roof and the car began to move.

For a long time no one spoke. Fran settled in the posh leather seats folding her fingers in her coat, looking straight ahead at the road.

Luca sat studying her profile. Up close now, without the distractions of a crowd, he could see that she was more beautiful than he thought. Her nose would have been pointed if it hadn't tapered to a cute round shape at the tip. Her lips from the side created a perfect heart.

He suppressed a groan. He would love to see saliva run down the curve of those full lips down her chin while she choked on his c*ck.

Did she feel it too? That magnetic pull that threatened to close the space between them?

When she turned her gaze to him with a silent strength in her eyes and a small smile on those lips, he thought to himself 'Damn'.

He thought he had her figured out, but he was beginning to see that they were layers to his teasing beauty. He couldn't wait to explore them.

Fran finally spoke, the silence was beginning to get oppressive, especially since his eyes were glued on her face.

"About my sister, Mr - Luca."

"About your sister," he agreed. Her sister was the last thing he wanted to talk about, but he had to thank her sister for getting into trouble. She would never have come to him if she didn't need his help. And he sure as hell would cut his own hand off before confessing that he had fantasized about her.

"The Crips and Blood still run this county. They may have influence outside these borders, but they would never be the Mafia."

Damn right they wouldn't, Luca thought to himself.

"I know it sounds like I'm asking you to scare them with your influence - maybe that's what I'm asking, but I'm convinced my sister didn't just run off because some gang member or another was after her life. It's more than that."

"Why do you think so?"

She swallowed nervously, and it was the first time he saw her look really nervous. "Before my sister got missing she started coming around the club, not inside but just...hanging around. From the little information I could gather, she was there with her boyfriend, the gang member, many times. He did some uhm dubious jobs for Ricky. I know my sister was not involved in those jobs. She might be a wild kid, but she's not a bad one. Ricky does drugs, I know it. It's a tight ring, but he has his connections."

She stopped folding her coat, her fingers getting steadier. "I know Ricky does other things. People whisper in the club, but no one knows for sure what it is that he does that's so illegal. Other than drugs, of course. I know Faith found something. That's why she went missing."

Luca's shifted in his seat as he listened to her. "I can't meddle in Ricky's business. He has his turf and I have mine."

"You don't have to, I just need your help finding my sister. You can do that. You have the power."

He had to admire her trust in him. That was important. Trust, if they were supposed to go beyond talking.

He smirked.

Fran looked away for the first time, her heart hammering in her chest. They were passing through the Civic Center. The city Hall was lit up with blue lights tonight. Her heart was not in the lights or the flashing city or, she thought, with a bit of shame, in her story anymore. It was on the tension and the magnetic attraction she felt towards this man whom she never actually met until tonight.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Fran?"

She could lie, but she found that she didn't want to. "No. I did once, but he - died. Gang related violence."

He seemed oddly sympathetic, so she tore her gaze from the window. His gaze was intense and she held it boldly.

"That's why you're worried about your sister."

She nodded. "Yes."

"Did you love him?"

She knew the question was coming. How she knew was beyond her, and she realized that she wanted to tell the truth for the first time. "I thought I did, but the truth is, I wanted to. I cared about him, but I wasn't ready just yet."

She had been too busy building her life. Her sex life had suffered because of it, but once she and Jay finally had time alone, she never seemed to get enough, no matter how many times they fucked until she got busy again at the risk of physical intimacy.

The car pulled up to a high rise apartment and came to a stop.

Luca reached out his hand. She hesitated.

"You knew the price when you came to me, Francesca."

She knew, yet her heart pounded, but it wasn't just because of the price, it was largely because of the man's intoxicating magnetism. He drew her in, tempted her, threatened to break through her strong defenses.

She placed her hand in his, immediately jerking as the small contact sent delicious down her spine.

She looked up. Did he feel it too?

He must have, but his face gave nothing away, yet his eyes never left hers.

They used the elevator to the penthouse and when the door opened a housekeeper was there at the door to attend to them.

She was an older woman in a white and black uniform. Her Auburn hair was pinned up tightly, giving her face a pinched look.

She collected Luca's coat genially but when she turned to Fran her gaze was sharp. Judgmental.

"Your coat, Miss."

Fran gave it to her. When the woman walked off, eyeing Fran's gown with disapproving eyes, Luca reached for her hand again.

He went ahead of her, pulling her behind him until they entered a suite. It was dark but the centerpiece, the main attention to which Fran's eyes were drawn, was the bed. Bigger than anything she had ever seen. The little light in the room bathed it in dramatic light, seeming to burn a hole in it.

This is it, Fran thought. I knew the price. Might as well get it done and over with.

She reached for the straps of her gown to pull them off.

"Stop."

She turned.

He took several steps forward. Fran could not help but notice how broad his shoulders were or how wide his chest was now that he wasn't wearing a coat anymore. Though she had guessed that his shoulders easily filled them out.

She waited for him to grab her and become selfishly rough. Her head fell back to accommodate his height. She was prepared to fight him off. The attraction meant nothing, she wouldn't let him touch her. But when he stepped past her, brushing his body slightly against hers, bending briefly to draw her feminine cocoa butter smell in before grabbing something from behind her, another spasmodic shudder went through her.

She didn't even see what he took from behind her, but suddenly, music filled the room.

The Weekend's Earned it.

Luca pulled back, grabbed a chair. It looked to her as if he had pulled it from thin air and slid it towards her. She grabbed it by pure instinct, immediately guessing what he wanted.

"Dance for me."