Mafia’s Obsession

Dare Horn Club

Sasha West's POV:

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous

And I, I, I like it

I can't decide if it's a choice

Getting swept away

I hear the sound of my own voice

Asking you to stay

And all we are is skin and bone trained to get along

Forever going with the flow but you're friction

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous

And I I I like it...

Blending perfectly with the uncanny lyrics of the beautiful song, fear made its place evident in my head and heart. I couldn't stop but compare every word of it with my current turmoil. I felt those lines described my situation quite well.

While starting at home, or at the time of making plans, I had no second thoughts on sneaking out to the club, which should be avoided by women of our stature. But now, as the destination seemed to be getting closer, the wheels in my head sped faster than the lightening, and gave me signals to back off.

I am currently standing at the two crossroads, one was yelling at me excited and the other was whispering in my ears tensed; if our parents got even the faintest idea of us visiting the prohibited, that will be the last day of our newly granted freedom.

Is this one moment of mischief, even worth my entire life's freedom?

But I am unable to stop my curiosity of going to the club I heard so much about, and it has reached its peak. I know it isn't safe, but the change of direction to home has crossed a long time ago.

Locking my hands together, I was trying to control my agitated heart, when the car came to a screeching halt. In front stood the club with finest glass walls shielding it, white being the theme. But the irony was, pure is the only emotion deprived for the people who entered this place.

So what point in painting it with the color, that represented innocence?

The guards outside the entrance were dressed in black, yet their bodies screamed burly. Though every club had bouncers similar, but these people were more than the similarity.

Something was off with these men, and why wouldn't it be, when this place belonged to a man, the whole of United States hated with zest. The man of murder, the soon to be king of underworld.

Now my brain started passing sensible comments, the first feeling I'd got was to run back home without the slightest benefit of doubt. This place definitely exuded an aura of danger, and my intuition was screaming that on my face.

"Elle, I am having second thoughts. I really feel we are better off at home. This isn't a place for us. What do you think? Is it even virtuous to be here?"

"Come on Sasha, this is the place we always wanted to experience being at, so don't you think we should go in?" She asked, unaware of my disoriented feelings at the sight of this club.

I shook my head, trying to erase all the weird thoughts I got standing in front of this place. Maybe I was overthinking, that demon has better things to do than visit his own club.

God!

Please let him not come today.

This is just for one day; I will never sneak out against my parents rule, ever again.

Help us this once.

As we reached the entrance, there stood a guard with a scar, that ran from his upper eyebrow till the end of his chin. He appeared to be a man, who believed his single glance would burn people to ashes.

I shuddered at the way his eyes locked with mine, but soon Elle dragged his attention towards her as she asked us to be let in.

Why is she being so oblivious?

Or was she behaving that way, so I wouldn't drag her out of this dangerous place, to back home?

"Show me the Dare ID?"

"What ID?" Elle gaped, not understanding a bit of what he uttered.

"Sorry miss we can't let you in, it's an order from the boss to let only people with the Dare ID in"

We had no idea what to do. Maybe this was the almighty's sign to stop us from stepping into danger.

"It is the first time we are here, and you are expecting us to provide you the ID? Have you gone nuts?"

"Not in my hands lady." Just as Elle and the guard argued, I sighed, unable to make my sister understand this place isn't worth our time.

Intending to divert my unsettling thoughts for the time being, praying the guard never permits us in, I squinted my eyes to the surroundings, only to lock my gaze with a man in his late twenties, standing a little distance away from us.

His intense unwavering gaze captured mine, it spoke volumes which couldn't be heard from his mouth. A slow shudder ran across my spine, involuntarily, not giving me a reason to find out why. His raven hair looked messed, asking to be ravished further, the steely grey eyes studying me as if it wasn't up-to him to blink.

The sturdy, muscular physique having a difficult time to stay tamed under that well-fitted onyx colored shirt. The color intensifying his complexion to two tones. He seemed to be the perfect definition of a bundle of hotness, with a tint of power and strength.

Realization soon hit me like a thunder bolt. He might be someone dangerous, because every inch of him bled peril. And me staring at him for so long, can pass him fallacious assumptions, something that cannot be reversed if he chose to take them seriously.

Gulping at my stupidity, I quickly diverted my eyes back to the scene in front, ignoring the dangerous presence few feet away from us.

~ End of Sasha West's POV ~

The young Knight and his brother, who was also his second in command, Robin Knight reached the club as soon as they finished the task mentioned in the 'Will'.

The entire ride, Damon sat clenching his jaw, in thought of cooling his temper that shot up every time the thought of marriage entered his mind. He very well knew 'The Will' was just a means to set him straight by his father.

He was cent percent sure, 'The Will' was made by his own father probably a few days back. If the following 'Will' was hereditary, then how come he never heard about it since he was a child.

By the age of ten, he learnt everything he needed to know about the field he would rule in the future, but he never knew about the so called famous 'Will', his father declared it to be.

Flaring his nose and furrowing his brows, he decided to show his dad he wasn't any less, if Peter Knight wanted war, then be it, after all he is the heir and has the same blood flowing his veins as him.

The only pacified time for him today was during the completion of the task, which he fulfilled with complete devotion.

The halting of his car, brought him out of his ardent thoughts. As the car stood steady, his cousin, best friend and second in command, Robin Knight disappeared and he had no slightest idea to where.

That man was such a wrong pick in the field their families worked in since forever. Robin was someone who was enclosed in a buoyant attitude, and was habitually carefree. He would even give away his own life for the people he cared and loved, he was actually too good to be true.

Even though he carried his breezy manner and optimistic thoughts, yet he managed to rise fear in people, and made them do exactly what he wanted them to, ironically, earning him his position as the second in command.

For Damon Knight, his mom and Rob were the only people for whom his heart softened, and he would even take a bullet for them. His mom was his only weakness, while Rob was his mighty strength.

Whilst being caught up in the thoughts of his handsome inside out brother, he shifted his gaze aimlessly wishing to spot him somewhere. But what caught his eyes was something too heavenly to describe.

His steely eyes found a similar pair, but unlike his, her's were more on the softer side of grey. She looked too naive and innocent to be visiting his club.

He shifted his stare to her right, to notice a much sexier lass fighting his guard and making it look like some mission of achievement. He found her a bit more hotter when her nose turned red with anger, it seemed like his guard wasn't letting her inside the club.

The two teenagers seemed to be sisters, there were few similarities, and he could easily spot them. What intrigued him to a miraculous extent was that, he always felt more attracted towards the hotter women, but today it seemed to be different. Because only he knew, how difficult it was for him to shift his gaze from the pale girl to the tanned woman.

Maybe because the girl reminded him of someone from his past, and something stirred in his stomach urging him to kiss those luscious pink lips. The way her lips parted slightly, it felt like they were calling his to complete her's.

Unknowingly he found his legs moving on their own accord towards the two women, and he asked changing his demeanor quickly to the one's like business.

"What is it Jack?"

"Both of them do not have the Dare ID, sir" Straightening his spine, the guard spoke stiffly masking even the slightest emotions displayed on his face noting the two beautiful women stand defenseless in front him.

"Let them in" Waving his hand, the young knight spoke with a sly smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

Elle gaped at the delicious man helping them, not even trying to mask the awe in her posture, she asked still gazing at his mysterious grey eyes, "May I know your name?"

"I am Elle; this is my sister Sasha, and you?" She continued further with the introductions.

"Shall we go in, and continue this inside?"

"Yeah sure! Please lead the way" she replied, blushing at his straightforward audacity.

As they stepped into the club with the young knight leading them in, they found everyone bowing to him. Before they could come to their own conclusions, the words they heard next froze the sisters heart and mind, paralyzing their feet.

"Welcome Mr. Knight! We've been informed of your kind presence tonight. It is always such a pleasure hosting you." Said the manager of the club, George Miller, whose palms turned cold at the intimidating presence towering him. His speech countering his tone.

Elle and Sasha stood stumped unable to voice a single word; Sasha's big eyes squinted accusingly to the young Knight, as if trying to figure out something or anything.

She surely was one pure soul, who was trying hard to differentiate between the truth and lies. Sensing her blaming stare, reverberated an amused chuckle from him.

Born and brought up in mafia, made him good enough to predict a human, he knew she was too good to be in his life, but his heart refused to have it any other way.

The sudden cognizance made him jerk forward, seems like he found the girl, who would become his wife and rule by his side as his biggest support system. A girl who wouldn't make him look at marriage like a compulsion, but a beautiful ride filled with love.

Love?

Is that what he felt, when he saw her the first time for a fleeting minute?

She looked so pure, but how can someone be so innocent and pure, apart from the one person he once knew?

It wouldn't be an easy task to make her his, but the king yet to be crowned loved challenges, especially when they are linked to his new possessions. He never backed out, especially when his heart played the game.

By force or will she would be his, and he will definitely make her, but how, would be her choice.

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