The club was loud. Lights flashing, music blaring, bodies pressed against each other. It was all chaotic. You couldn't understand how this was considered an enjoyable environment. But your friends insisted you go. Getting a drink to calm your nerves, then another one. You Start to relax and ease to the overstimulation as you loosen up.

The night was fun, that was until a man came charging over to you and snatched your drink out of your hand. He had a scowl, standing taller than you. He was dressed in a button up shirt the top buttons opened exposing his tatted neck.

His sleeves rolled up exposing more tats. His skin was a beautiful golden brown, with dark eyes. He had three men following him as he approached. Each large in their own ways, making you feel even smaller. "Hey!" You shout at him as he plucks the glass from your hand.

It was another night of work, the club was always an easy target for new clientele. He sat, over seeing his employees distributing the blue pills that ran his enterprise. His eyes scanned the different people filling the club, they kept falling to one. Wearing a dress that just barely passed her ass, he couldn't help but steal a few glances.

Instantly seeing red at the sight in front of him. Some douche dropped one of the pills into the girl's drink as she danced with her friends. She wasn't being careless with her drink, so he was seasoned at this too.

Snapping his finger, he stood up. His eyes locked on the man as he shoved his way through the crowd with ease. She tried to protest as he removed the tainted drink from her grasp. Without a word he turned to face the assailant, his men grabbed either one of his arms lifting him off the ground.

By now the club had froze, watching the scene. The man was trying to act tough, demanding to be let go. Danté had no sympathy for him grabbing his mouth forcing it open and tilting his head back. He began to pour the liquid down his throat before covering his mouth "Swallow" he whispered menacingly.

You standing there in shock.