One

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              The VIP hall was humming with loud music. Anger was boiling in her veins. His hand snaked on her bare waist. She fisted her hands as she wanted to claw on it, dug her nails on his skin and drew blood. She wanted to rip his hand apart. He dug his hard fingers in her soft flesh. She flashed her best smile and dug her nails in the back of his hand. 

      She saw a wave of anger on his face which was immediately replaced by an evil smirk. He yanked her to his side and curled his hand around her firmly. She perceived pain and shot him with her deadly glare.

       The door kicked open of the VIP room. Her breaths caught in her throat as she felt his power. 

       Two dark bulky bodyguards scanned the room and stepped in. They stood on both sides of the opened door. 

       Time seemed to grind to a stop around her. Every person present in the hall gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. 

       Her gaze froze on him. Mostly, there was only terror on everyone's faces. The air in the hall was intense and brooding. 

       His cold icy grey gaze rested on her, scanning her from head to toe. He wasn't looking at anyone, but her. She felt the miscreant bastard's grip losing. 

       She was looking at him too. He was so tall, taller than everyone. He dwarfed his bodyguards in height. He must be six feet one inch tall. 

       Her heart seemed to stop seeing his dark and handsome personality. She imagined his muscles beneath his dark tailored suit. His face was emotionless. There was a strange kind of aura that demanded attention and compelled everyone to bow to him. 

       Indeed, the handsome word did not seem fair to describe him. The girls moved toward him, leaving their men behind. But his bodyguards blocked their ways, " I don't wanna throw you out, babies. Why don't you enjoy the view from a distance? " The second man said. He was also dressed up like Mr dangerous Handsome, and one inch shorter than him but with the same dark hair and icy grey eyes. She could bet they would be related. 

       The girls were still throwing themselves at him. At the beckon of his friend, his bodyguards picked them and walked them out. She ignored their voices. His presence made it all in the background. 

       He stood with his troop, all in the black suits. But he seemed the boss of them all from a distance, all-powerful. It was hard for her to pull herself out of his powerful aura. 

       " Raffaele! Your girlfriend doesn't look interested in you. " Jonathan smirked, checking her out over the rim of his Champaign's glass. 

       She glared at him with disdain. 

       " Aren't you, baby? " Raffaele dug his fingers harder, making the pain worse. 

       The pain became unbearable. She lifted her right foot and dug her heels in his shoe. She heard him groan in his throat. 

       The music was low after his arrival. So she could easily hear him and a victory smile spread on her lips. His grip loosened. She puffed out a heavy breath in relief. She wanted his filthy hands off of her. She instantly took out her phone as it vibrated in her clutch.

       Suddenly, relief washed her and she also felt anxious as she stared at the phone. She stepped away from him while swiping to answer it. She hoisted it up to her right ear. 

      "It's done," She closed her eyes and sighed in relief. 

       Her smile widened when she heard what she was expecting. She put her phone back in her clutch. 

       She whirled to leave this disgusting place. Although it was the best one night club. But with people like Raffaele, this place seemed disgusting to her. 

      She wanted to have a glimpse of him, Mr handsome before leaving. 

       While turning, her gaze rested on Mr Handsome. His eyes were already burning in her. His one hand was shoving in his pocket and with the second he was holding whisky. 

        Raffaele blocked her from going out, " You're my date for tonight. The night is still young, Barbie! " He raised his hand to touch her. 

       She quickly stepped back in her red heels and glared at him. Her red tight dress was molding on her curves. She loved the slit part. 

       She tried to pass through him, but he halted her again, blocking the door with his opened arm. She heaved and breathed out slowly. She daggered him with her glare again. It was clear she didn't want to be with him. 

        " Are you forgetting this, baby? " He wickedly grinned and waved his phone at her. He was blackmailing them. She yanked the phone from his hand, " You can take it. Emlyn would love to see herself with me. " He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. His evil grin was on display.

        She stepped back with a smirk. It perplexed Raffaele. She lit the screen and turned it before his eyes and then showed it back to him. She did it twice. 

       " It's not my phone. " He held it from her and lit up the screen. His face twisted in exasperation. He hurtled it on the marble floor. All gazes turned to them, " Where the f*** is my phone? " He aggravated.