Handcuffed To The Mafia Boss

Chapter Five

"You're a mad, mad woman!"

Anger was visible in the stranger's brown eyes as they flickered in disbelief and exasperation between me and the silver handcuff joining both our hands. 

"Just apologise, and free yourself." I said, eyebrows furrowing. It wasn't as big of a deal as he was making it up to be...

It was literally just a handcuff. That will get un-cuffed. Easily. 

"You mean, you'll free me?" He looked like he was controlling the urge to roll his eyes.

"Yes, after we get the keys from.. whoever." I nodded, feigning confidence. I had no idea what I was doing, or saying.

"Then let's call the keys from the manager and then talk about an apology, shall we?" He pulled a little smile on his lips, and it was the kind of silence that comes before a thunderstorm. 

Oh my, God. He was going to un-cuff himself from me and then skin me alive. I knew it. I just knew it. This was the most sarcastically sweet smile I had ever seen, and I had grown up seeing a lot of those. 

Until I zoned back, my stranger had already told one of the two guys standing next to him, and one of them had disappeared to call the manager, making me furrow my eyebrows. Why had I not noticed these guys before? Hm..

"You will pay for this." He turned towards me, anger peaking in his gaze.

"Not before you apologise." I argued.

"You're an impulsive, mad woman.

"And you're a je*k. A total d*ck and a bully, just like your brother told you to be."

"And you, Juliet, are presumptuous."

"Says the one who's given me a name!" 

A faked cough from a third person made us step away from each other and I had to take deep breaths to calm myself down before I turned to the manager staring at us, and watched how his eyes flickered down to the handcuff.

"Yea, just hand over the keys." The stranger arrogantly said, no regard for greetings whatsoever.

I controlled the urge to roll my eyes as I watched the manager gulp. "Sir... actually... we handed over the keys of this to Justin Sir last evening."

"Last evening?"

"It was of a party thrown by him last night.."

My stranger groaned. "Justin and s*x parties." I just blinked and looked away. I thought Justin and Tara...? I'd seen them somewhere at the party before and they looked pretty, pretty close. Prettyy close... "Call Justin." 

And once again, Ricky was out of sights.

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"Uh..." Justin's eyes were wide when he got to the scene, his hair slightly messed up and an annoyed look on his face.. as if we disturbed him when he was in the middle of something.. a lot of things.. oh, God. I quickly shooed that thought away. "What the actual f*ck? Are you two handcuffed... to each other?"

"Quite visibly, J." The man next to me said, looking no less annoyed than his younger brother. "I need you to just fix this.. and get me the keys." 

I watched Justin lick his lips before he bit his lower lip, a nervous expression taking over him. My heart skipped a beat. "Justin, is there a key to this?"

"Uh.."

"Come on!" The stranger said in an exasperated tone, his breathing getting heavier, anger in his eyes. So much anger that almost made me scared. "Why the f*ck are these here if there're no keys to them?!"

"They're of the party we had last night," Justin quickly replied, his expressions soon getting sheepish. "Things got a little wild and... I lost the keys..."

"F*ck." I cursed under my breath, shaking my head. This had to be a nightmare. This has to be a nightmare. One that I had gotten myself stuck into.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you." His elder brother groaned and Justin passed him a quick smile.

"Have a nice night." Justin mumbled with a big grin before almost running away from there.

I groaned, looking at the stranger- if I could still call him that. "Why did you send Justin away?!"

"Because we need a locksmith, and my brother may have many talents but being a locksmith is not one of them." The stranger replied in a cold but neutral tone, and it was almost relieving. His anger seemed scary..

I watched as he turned to the manager, "Call in a locksmith, would you?"

"Sir, it's almost three..." The manager started but quietened himself, probably because of the way the man next to me stared at the poor him. 

"Ricky, take care of it, please?" My stranger intervened and Ricky nodded before leaving with the manager. 

"And you, Juliet..." he finally turned towards me, gritting his teeth and raising his index finger in a manner of talking but probably noticed the way I reflectively flinched at his raised hand, because he retraced it just as quickly, although he didn't drop the expression of utter annoyance and anger. 

Not saying another word, he walked to the couch nearby, dragging me with him.

"Sit." He instructed, but I just stared at him. I was going to tell him how couldn't tell me what to do when he sat on one of the two couches himself, and I reflexively fell on the other one.

"Ouch."

"And sit quietly." He nearly growled, making my breath hitch as I gulped, doing what I was told to do.

Sitting quietly.... for the next approximately seven minutes. Give or take a few. Mostly take.

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"So, what is your name?" I asked the brown eyed stranger an hour later, thoroughly intrigued this time. I'd held about three conversations with him till now, and I hadn't known his name. He hadn't mentioned it.

"None of your business." He replied as I controlled the urge to roll my eyes. Shaking my head, I looked above him to the man standing.

"What's your name?" I asked him, thoroughly mused at his black suit and stiff posture. It was still real dark inside the night club and I couldn't see the man's face properly, but I could see enough to know that he was tall and tanned. Could he be..... No, he couldn't.

"Smith." He answered, just as hoarsely as I imagined his voice to sound.

"Smith." I repeated after him with a small nod, "What's your friend's name?"

The brown eyed stranger glared at me and then turned to Smith to probably glare at him just as arrogantly. 

"With all due respect, he isn't my friend, ma'am. I work under him." Smith answered, looking away immediately.

I huffed. "Then what is your boss' name, Smith?"

"Again, with all due respect ma'am, that is not my place to an–" Smith started speaking, but his boss cut him off. Rude.

"Why do you want to know my name so desperately even, Juliet?"

"Because unlike you, I don't want to give you a name by myself." I answer him, "And I'm oddly curious to know what you're named."

"Take a guess." He mused. This was all a joke to him, I was sure of this by now. He probably just faked his anger in the beginning.. faked being pissed off.

"A guess?"

"Yes, a guess."

"I'd say Chad." I answered.

His lips parted in immediately surprise. "Do I look like a Chad to you?"

"Hm.. not really," I stared at him feigning interest, but in the little moment, I couldn't help but admire his chiseled jawline and stubble. God, he was... a d*ck. That's what he was. "Brody," I answered.

"Br... Brody?" He repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, that's my final answer. You're Brody."

"Come on." He rolled his eyes, and I knew he was actually thoroughly mused by the smile threatening to play out on this lips. "You could come up with a better name even in your sleep."

"I could," I nodded. Truthfully, yes, I could. "But I don't think of you when I sleep."

"Every who's met me even once thinks of me before they sleep," He answered, "With more than one emotion."

I furrowed my eyebrows suspiciously. "What.. do you mean?"

"Nothing, Juliet."

I shrugged casually, pretending to not care when in real, the curiosity to know what he actually meant was killing me. "Alright then, Kyle."

"Kyle?!"

"What?" I shrugged again, "You said Brody wasn't your name, so I just went with Kyle."

"Has anyone told you how annoying you are?"

"No, not really." I answered, shrugging yet again.

"First time for everything," he passed me a smile, as fake and sarcastic as it could get, "You're annoying."

"Thanks, Rob."

"R– Nevermind." He huffed to himself and a small smug smile threatened to break on my lips, so I just pursed them and looked away from him. Rude and short-tempered. A classic gentleman combination.

"I'm bored." I exclaimed after a minute of silence. Well, not exactly silence taking in consideration the faded music playing in the background, but silence between us, yes.

"And entertaining you is not my job." My stranger, Chad, Brody, Kyle, Rob or whatever his name was, commented. "Besides, may I remind you, we are stuck in this situation because of you, and I have more work to do than just sit around at a night club all night."

"It's 3 A.M." I replied. 

"Thanks for telling me the time, Juliet."

I rolled my eyes. "What I meant was, you can still get home on time if we get these cuffs off us on time." My voice was lower, and I felt a pinch of guilt in my heart. Just a pinch. He wasn't wrong- we were stuck in these handcuffs because of me.

"And god damn this couch is uncomfortable." He groaned to himself, and I blew some air from my mouth. Celebrities and their tantrums. I mean, I was one too, but not quite yet. He probably was though, being Justin's elder brother, he had to be in the same line. Maybe he was an actor... with those looks, he could be. But again, I wouldn't miss such a face. Maybe a producer or something.

I snapped into reality when I heard Smith's muffled voice. "Yes Sir, it's ready."

"What's ready?" I asked, rapidly blinking my eyes.

"Looks like Cinderella is finally awake."

"I zoned out?" I said to myself, but it came out as a question full of disbelief. The alcohol really was getting to my head.

"You did." He shook his head gently, his tone impatient. "The room is ready."

"The..the room?" I repeated, eyes wide, unsure if I heard it right.

"Yes, the room." He nodded his head, "Do you really want to spend the rest of the night on this uncomfortable couch?"

I scoffed. "I'm not coming to any room with you. Heck, I don't even know your name!"

"Stop being a baby. There's no chance we can go upstairs anyway. They won't let us go this way... handcuffed. Something about metal detectors and a breach of security." 

"That's all?" I asked. "Don't you people with extra money on you have this thing you do where y'all just feed the staff money and get your way done?"

He gulped and then looked away, his gaze sharp. "No."

Okayy then...

"But tell you what Juliet," he half-smiled a smug smirk, "You get us upstairs without having to go through the metal detector which is the main entrance upstairs and I'll tell you my name."

"Your real name?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. This was almost intriguing. Almost.

"My real name." He agreed.

I got up, forgetting I was cuffed to him and ended up hurting my wrist, making him sigh and shake his head as he stood up behind me. I smirked.

"What're you upto, Juliet?"

"You aren't scared of a little adventure, are you, Samael?"

"Stop calling me those annoying names." He groaned, almost like a little child. Someone seemed a little sensitive about his name. 

"What? Samael is a pretty cool name. It was Lucifer's angel name." I tell him, a little smile on my lips.

"Before he tried to dethrone God by starting a war and got banned from hell." The stranger argued.

"Seems apt." I commented, eyes flickering as I studied him from top to bottom. "You look like a rebel."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He raises his shoulders casually, "And you, Juliet, like always, are presumptuous." 

"I'll take that as a compliment." I answered just to mock him, "Now, let's go."

"Where?" He asked, his face suspicious.

I smiled notoriously. "On our little adventure."

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