One Night with the Enemy (A Mafia Romance)

FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW.

Magnificent.

Such word barely summed up all which made that figure moving before me.

She bore the strut of a goddess, the elegance of a dame, the frailty of a Gazelle, and kill me! but that body.

Lord! That body I yearned for, to have it laid underneath mine while I introduced her to sensations of life-such sensation she never had amassed before.

Heavens!

A persistent one Eden was, much so persistent that he so happened to have led me out of the comfort of my home, bringing me into this clubhouse where I now came to behold such divinity.

Okay, maybe I lied a little.

None of that was on Eden.

In fact, majority of that was on me. I left home on a course, trailed that profile for the past hour, and finally followed her in here.

Eden only made sure to tag along, serving as an aid to remind me not to deviate from the course of action, but I believe I was already far from that.

And in the time the pressures came about, I gave no resist to it.

I followed her.

Heather Wagner.

A lassie who had me bending all my rules-Those rules I swore to stand by, my ethics, yet, at a look at the lady away, I lost every comportment in me, I lost my own will.

It was only a month ago, when I came to know of that dame-A young lady with burning passion for family affairs.

Heather Wagner-I knew to concern myself with all that came with her, upon sight of the figure which bore that name. But surely it wasn't just of her beaut. It was the factor which lingered with her last name.

That factor which pricked at my heart. The major reason why I had now come out here.

Eden had gathered all there was to know about her, all I had to concern myself with. And I tell you, for the past week, that was all I did-Immerse myself in business of hers, keeping data of all she did, where she went to, following her, watching from a distance.

I never thought it would result to that, but having completed a mission, in which underlying repercussions came forth, I had to pull about a few strings, and study that lady who was now feet away.

I had to complete what I started-To protect my legacy.

Something said to turn around, knowing so well I was at high risks of being noticed. I mean what really was one to expect when you walk into a club a fedora hat worn over your head, a trench coat, trailing all the way to your feet, and not to forget the leather gloves covering your hands.

I should blame this one on the English Weather.

Waddling through the crowd, I searched around for Eden, coming to realize he no longer stayed behind me.

He had been my partner-in-crime breaking out of home at the crack of dusk, for he just so happened to be a thrill-seeker as I was.

Well, frankly, we weren't out for the thrills.

We were here for a reason, on a mission, and that we sought to get done with.

I should up in bed, laid before those dames Eden had been kind enough to bring around in the early hours of the day,and certainly not making my way to a party, on the tail of a Wagner.

But in fact, I had done otherwise.

It was only a fortnight ago when I had laid my strike, and as I had it, I had to undertake another by the next fortnight-Marking today.

But mind had better ideas of its own.

And on I went, staying closely behind that form, waddling through each corner she turned.

Who knew such charmer existed, such beauty who so happened to mingle with the lots of those battered figures.

Oh, believe me, God certainly created this one well. She was such delight moulded for the praises of men, made to charm and conquer.

She is divine, and I must have her.

Fuck! It was the burn in me, pulling about such thoughts. Those thoughts which were now having its toll on me, and I could tell I was basking in the glee.

I was at war with my spirit, and it just so happened to enjoy it all.

Fucker!

I pushed through the crowd, advancing the bar.

Go on! Mind urged. Yet, I remained glued to my feet, only staring at that form. Another figure had joined her, both chattering, and I noticed a man had joined their company.

Heather barely spoke a word. She would only listen to her friend go on, and smile at that fellow who couldn't keep his eyes off her.

The Tosser looked like he would launch at her any moment from now, and at each distance he closed, I watched Heather turn away.

Soon staggering on her feet, she proceeded to the couch positioned to the far end of the room, sinking onto it at once, and that was when I found myself.

Eyes keen on that figure, I watched her all the while I approached. Dark wavy hair, falling over her shoulders, which would bounce at those little hiccups emitted from her.

Her arms were wrapped around her shoulders, acting as a covering for her scantily clad form.

And only then did I push on.

I advanced that figure whose name I had carved on on a bullet.

It was only a month ago I had killed a Wagner, and here I was making my way to another, with mind being threatened to lose its pull.