Drawn To Darkness (Kings Of Mafia)
Chapter 4

Last week, I finally found Servando Montes. I went to Mexico with Renzo, where he killed the fucker. It was a waste of my time because Renzo didn’t need me there. Since then, things have been super quiet, and I find myself spending more and more time at the ballet company.

I’m hoping to see my elusive dancer, but there’s been no sign of her. I’ve checked through all the files of the ballerinas, and she’s not among them.

I’m thinking she’s friends with one of the ballerinas who lets her in so she can dance without paying the fee. I’ve asked the guard at the front desk, but he has no idea who I’m talking about.

It’s frustrating.

Sitting in the empty auditorium, I check my emails and find two requests from clients. One is to hack into a company to steal information, and the other is to track an assassin. I accept the jobs, and hearing movement by one of the side doors, I glance in the direction and see a janitor pushing a cart into the auditorium. When a vacuum cleaner is also brought into the room, I decide to leave before the noise starts.

I walk toward the studios, hoping to see my elusive dancer. I swear, the next time I catch her, I’m not leaving without knowing her name.

As I turn into the hallway, I don’t hear any music, and it’s soon apparent she’s not here.

I let out a disappointed sigh as I walk into the studio she previously used. Grabbing one of the chairs by the side of the wall, I take a seat.

I’m one of the best when it comes to finding someone, and I plan on using my talent to find the woman. I just need to check the surrounding area for CCTV cameras, tap into their feed, and find one of her. After that, a quick facial recognition scan will lead me straight to her.

I decide to wait ten minutes, hoping I won’t have to track her down, and sitting in the studio, I catch myself listening for footsteps.

When it’s clear she’s not coming tonight, I’m about to get up when my attention’s drawn by sudden movement.

A smile spreads over my face at the sight of my elusive dancer finally making her appearance.

She doesn’t notice me, and I watch as she connects her phone to the speakers. When a song starts, she goes to stand in front of the wall-to-ceiling mirrors that cover the entire wall.

She stares at her reflection for a moment before she starts to move.

I recognize the song because I’m a huge Hans Zimmer fan. It’s the one he did with Bastille. I listened to it on an endless loop when it came out.

The woman who’s managed to capture and hold my attention moves as if she’s a light breeze in an open field.

My phone begins to vibrate, and I quickly decline the call before switching off the device. I want no interruptions. I‘ve waited over a week for this performance.

As the tempo of the song grows in intensity, she claws at the air, her face filled with so much emotion it steals my breath right from my lungs.

Christ, she’s fucking breathtakingly beautiful.

A strong emotion creeps into my chest, and I know with dead certainty I want to get to know everything about her.

I want to spend endless hours talking to her.

I want to map her body with my tongue and hands.

I want to fuck her until she’s so breathless she’s begging for air.

She’s in the middle of a twirl when she spots me and almost loses her balance as she comes to a sudden stop.

The previous times, she kept dancing for me, but tonight, she stares at me while her chest heaves with rushed breaths.

Slowly, I climb to my feet, and with every step I take toward the middle of the floor where she’s standing, I feel the tension between us build.

When I reach her, she tilts her head back, and with parted lips, she looks at me.

I lift my hand, and getting to brush my fingertips over the curve of her jaw makes a strong current of attraction zap through me.

I see the same desire that’s coursing through my veins reflecting in her gray eyes, and it has me lowering my head until I can feel her hot breaths bursting on my lips.

“Where have you been?” I ask, my tone low and demanding.

“Busy,” she murmurs as if she’s stuck in a trance.

“Hmm…” I lean closer and take a deep breath of her natural scent. “Is this what you’ll smell like after I’ve fucked you?”

The burst of laughter erupting from her is the last reaction I expected to my question. She pulls away, and shaking her head, she says, “Wow. Ahhh…okay.” Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Walking to where her phone is, she disconnects it and makes a beeline for the door.

I dart after her, and grabbing hold of her bicep, I stop her from running away.

There’s a surprised expression on her face when she looks at me again. “I have to go.”

Not giving her what she wants, I tug her closer and ask, “What’s your name?”

She shakes her head again. “I’m not giving you my name.”

Her refusal has heat flooding my veins, and before I can rethink things, I lift my other hand to the back of her neck and slam my mouth down on hers.

If I thought she would try to fight me off, I’m sorely mistaken. My black-haired beauty unleashes a level of passion on me I’ve never received from a woman, and the kiss goes from unplanned to downright filthy and hungry in a split second.

She kisses the way she dances. It’s not perfect, and I can’t anticipate her next move because it’s wild as fuck.

Her hands come up between us, and while one roams the expanse of my chest, the other one grips my hard as fuck cock through the fabric of my pants. She fucking squeezes until she draws a groan from me, and I can’t resist the urge to thrust against her hand.

Christ. I want her so fucking badly.

Usually, at the very least, I know the woman’s name before I fuck her, but right now I couldn’t care less.

Just as I grab the waistband of her tight-fitting shorts so I can rip them from her body, she pulls away, and before I can draw a desperate breath, she darts out of the studio like a rabbit that’s been spooked.

It takes another precious second before I break out into a run to chase after her, and as I explode into the hallway, it’s in time to see her disappear around the corner.

I race after the woman who’s playing a game I intend to win, but as I reach the corner, the hallway she ran into is empty.

Where the fuck did she go?

Not giving up so easily, I begin to search for her, even going as far as to look in the storage rooms, locker rooms, and restrooms.

When I reach the auditorium, it’s with a sinking feeling that I realize she’s managed to escape me.

For now.

I swear the next time I lay eyes on her, I’ll drag her ass to one of the offices, where I’ll lock the door so she can’t run.

I hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner coming from the auditorium, and turning around, I head to the exit so I can get my ass home. I’m going to check every CCTV camera in the area. One of them must’ve caught her, and from there, it will be as easy as taking candy from a kid to track her down.

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