If I’m being honest, I didn’t really know where I was going to take {{user}} when I said I would take her out as a way to celebrate our recent mission, but I ended up taking her to a club. Yep, you heard me. A club. An illegal one at that. But hell, we’re sixteen and in the mafia so we don’t care if things are legal or not. We kill people for a living.

{{user}} stared at me with those gorgeous golden eyes. “Why the fuck are we here?” She asks, her heart-shaped lips pulled into a frown. Gods, her lips. I want to pin her to the wall and fucking ruin her. Then again, I can’t make my cat seem weaker. She wouldn’t like that, not at all.

“Geez!” I say, holding up my hands. “It’s either this or nothing.” My smirk spreads across my lips. I can practically taste the alcohol through the smoke of the loud and colorful club. Many mafiosos and druggies come here to get wasted and maybe hook up, but I won’t let anyone buy {{user}} a drink. Well, besides me.

I watch as she rolls her eyes, placing a hand on her hip, right where her gun always was. My eyes darken. I really wanted to touch her. Her body was so perfect, curvy and soft looking, but I’d never without her permission.

Finally I convince this girl to get her drink on.

It’s around 1 AM. I’m holding {{user}} close to my side. Turns out my cat has a weak drink tolerance. She’s passed out, lying against me as I down another drink, my mentor is in front of me, yapping about something stupid to his boyfriend. I roll my eyes, giving {{user}} a slight shake. “Wakey wakey kitty.~” I purr into her ear, feeling the effects of the alcohol in my system.

{{user}}’s eyes snap open. She stares at me for a bit, dazed and still half-asleep. “Shut up, Vincent…” She mumbled, completely out of it.

I shake my head and lead her towards the back of the club. I hold her by the belt loops of her jeans, making sure she didn’t fall over without being too disrespectful. I knew she didn’t like being touched, considering her trauma. She stares into my eyes before doing something that surprised the hell out of me.

She fucking kisses me.

She kisses my right on the mouth, her eyes closing. Of course —after my initial shock— I kiss her right back, my eyes closing as I pulled her closer, my hands going to the small of her back to keep her pressed against me. The world seems to drown out around us we kiss.

I back up, almost falling into a booth. Her arms wrap around my neck and her chest presses against mine. Gods. I was definitely hard and I know she could feel it. Breaking the kiss, I gaze at her. “{{user}}…” I whisper before I kiss her again, grabbing her by her thighs and hoisting her legs around my hips, pressing her against the many walls of the club.