The Mafia to Alpha King

The escort

Keirah was dancing beautifully, mesmerizing everyone. Lost in music with no awareness of her surroundings and the danger awaiting her. She was unbelievably beautiful. Her pictures in the Free book did not do her justice.

She wore a cropped T-shirt and torn jeans. And she had positioned a beautiful ring perfectly on her belly button, which was on her tiny, fast-moving waist.

The waist she moved seductively.

Her eyes closed; She must be a runway model. Luciano thought to himself. Her body and facial features were intense and insanely feminine. Then she opened her eyes, scanning the crowd until their eyes met. “She is beautiful.” Words came out of Luciano's mouth without his knowledge.

Almond-shaped eyes, sculptured eyebrows, sculpted high cheekbones, her lips already a focal point on her face for him. The lips that would call for a kiss every time. And then there was a look in her eyes he couldn't understand.

She had a mix of scare and desire all at once and all over her face.

Is it arousal he was seeing in her?

Luciano found himself frozen on the spot, just staring at her nonstop.

The way she danced moved his imagination away from the club to the days he danced with his mother.

He had stopped dancing after his mother's death.

The memories of those good dances had to be associated with his mother, not this world he lived in.

He didn't want to tarnish those memories. So, he had buried them just like his humanity.

The moves they had perfected together. His mother's lovely eyes as she danced with him.

He remembered he could see stars, the sun, and the moon all at once when he studied his mother's face.

His mother laughed every time he got the moves wrong. Today was always the hardest day in his years for the past ten years.

Letting his humanity through made him feel suffocated, and he walked out, running to the gym.

Whenever he thought of his mother like this, he lost his breath.

His chest always tightened up, making him want to die. Lifting more weight at the gym to fight the urge to go back and drown himself at the bar. He would not break the promise he made to himself today.

He would not drink his sorrow and pass out today. So, he kept lifting more weight until his phone rang from James again.

“Luciano!! Where are you? I can't see you at the bar. Do you have her?”

James spoke on the other side in a worried tone. Oooh, Jesus. Luciano's face was terrified at the thought. He lost another woman's life to his uncle, and this time was because of his negligence.

He left Keirah in danger.

He had forgotten why he went to the club. He was there to save her.

Not today. Today he will do better. Today, he wanted to be his mother's son. He walked back in a hurry, only to walk into the club like a statue. Everybody's eyes were on him.

What was wrong?

He questioned himself before the eyes of everyone told him what was going on. He had dressed inappropriately for his body. He was half naked.

In a hurry. He had forgotten to put back his hoodie on. Luckily, James was already in front of him. He got off his unbuttoned shirt and handed it to him.

And he threw it around on his body in a rush with no time to button it. His eyes traveled in a rush to the dancefloor searching for her. Praying that she hadn't left.

And when he spotted her, he smiled. And he thanked God.

The reaction to his smile from her was one that he would never forget. He hadn't seen a pure smile directed at him for so long as she did. It had all been fear, sorrow, and death, only the bad reactions were directed at him.

The look in her eyes warmed him. Craved him. Luciano got lost in her eyes. His heartbeat was loud. He questioned why it was so loud as he scanned his tattooed naked chest right where his heartbeats were from.

Then her heartbeat got louder. As if it was speeding for him, too. He raised his eyes to her.

He could not hear any other heartbeat in the room. He only heard their heartbeats. He scanned the area around and wondered.

The pure innocent joy in her eyes as she looked into his eyes. She was already too crimson, and her cheeks flushed and heated. She looked so adorable.

“Are you okay?”

James inquired, getting his thoughts back, but his mouth could not make any words.

After that smile, he knew his humanity was full on. This woman had something he craved. Was it an innocent feeling?

What am I thinking? He buried his humanity to not crowd him and made it known in his head he was there to save her.

He turned and watched his uncle from afar. His uncle was watching her just as much as he was, intensely. Luciano smiled at the thoughts of his new plan to save her.

He walked to the dancefloor to dance with her. It would be a surprise to his uncle. Saving women was James's specialty, but today he would do it himself. He was dying to see his uncle when he pulled her for a dance.

At first, her expression was one of shock and disbelief. When he touched her, electrical sparks hit him hard.

Her eyes widened, and he was sure at the time he thought she felt the electric sparks too. But he thought it was his imagination.

It was not real.

Keirah had restraint, which made Luciano panic. He would be very disgraced if he failed at that early stage. But that was good because it gave him time to recover.

He had watched men come up to her and ask politely for a dance, but she had politely declined.

He didn't ask her politely like everyone, he just pulled her and revealed to her that he was the dance partner she needed.

She gave him the privilege. It was an honor to be in Keirah's presence like this.

Finally, within seconds, after he put her at ease, she let him lead.

One step after the other, Luciano took the lead on the dancefloor. He made her the center of his attention. He knew his uncle was watching, accompanied by every other man who wanted to be in his shoes.

And the feeling made him smile.

He wished he had a pair of eyes on the back of his head so that he could see his uncle's face. He wanted to dance at his uncle's pained look, but he couldn't turn around to watch him.

Luckily, his uncle couldn't dance. Just like his father. The two stepbrothers were both terrible at dancing. It was his way out.

If she willingly walked out with him. His uncle would have nothing to do about it. And at least for the first time.

He would have saved a woman out of his uncle's clutches and made his mother proud.