Kidnapped By The Obsessed Mafia Boss

to the club. Miranda actually tried to stop me from coming here but I insisted because this was what I needed at the moment. “Stay close to me Freda,” Miranda said trailing behind me. The sound of

as the chance I wanted since the first moment we got into this clubhouse. I know the things I wanted to do where unlike me, but with Miranda by my side, she wouldn’t let me do any of this. I stumbled into the bathroom, my head spinning and my stomach churning. I barely made it to the toilet before the contents of my stomach came rushing up, and I throw up into the bowl. I retched again and again, my body shaking. I was drenched in sweat, and tears slowly trickled down my cheeks. “You fool! Men are fucking liar, you’ll deserved to rot in the darkest abyss where you belong!” I yelled stumping my foot of the floor. “I’d rather say women are crazy, because why would a woman be in a man’s bathroom cursing at them? How ironic,” I heard a deep musky voice said behind me. I immediately whirled around, my breath caught in my throat. A man stood there, his dark eyes glittering and his dark clothes giving him a dangerous air. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and I couldn't help but think he looked incredibly hot. But there was something about him that made me uneasy. I couldn't put my finger on it, but my instincts were telling me that this man was not to be trusted. But on the dark side, my other instinct kicked in. “Freda this is exactly what you want, to get laid and wasted. Imagine spending a night with him? He’d be much more better than you lame ex boyfriend, don’t loose this moment for anything in the world,” My subconscious mind stated. I took in a deep breath and slowly approached him. I knew I was taking a risk, but I had to know if my instincts were right. As I got closer, I co