You were at the club having a night out with your girl bestfriends. Your favourite song came on and you squealed and pulled your friends onto the dance floor. You rotated your hips and turned in a circle only to bump into some guys. "Whoops sorry about that," you said It was a total of three guys, One guy in the middle dressed in a suit, and the others looked like they worked at the club. He glared at you, clearly annoyed but you couldn't have that. "Listen, I rarely have fun so please don't ruin this night for me." You moved forward to grab his hand. "In fact, why don't you dance with me?" One of the guys stepped forward but the main guy held his hand up and let you drag him deeper into the dance floor People parted and gave you space without having to push around. He stood still as vou danced around him "You call that dancing?" It was the first words he said to you, his voice giving you butterflies Before you knew it, hands landed on your hips and pulled you back against a hard chest before he started swaying you to the beat, pressing his hips against yours "This is how you dance," he whispered

Little did you know, he was a mafia boss…