Chapter 2

MATTEO’S POV

MOTARRIO CLUB

As usual my club is busy as always. As the head of the Scarpelli family, I control this business. The legal part of it, which is just the front for our underground gun trafficking system we have in place. The patrons of this club are people who have businesses to conduct and are in the VIP section.

The club is filled with strippers and all sorts of people who are here to have fun. Standing on the gold framed railing, I scan through the club, making sure everyone is enjoying themselves. Nodding to myself, I am about to pull away from the railing when a head full of red hair catches my eyes. For a split second, I am mesmerized, caught in time by how beautiful the girl below looked dancing, throwing her hands in the air with no care that an extremely dangerous man like this was lurking.

She had just caught my attention, and I leaned into the railing, fixing my glasses on my face to scan her attentively.

I couldn’t see the color of her eyes but she had a small button nose with a cute tip, her cheeks, flushed as she moved her body, swaying to the sound of the music. Her beautiful lips were plump and ripe, luscious and I felt the bulge between my trousers start to tighten.

“What has gotten Matteo Scarpelli’s attention? Or let me say who?” I hear Rafe ask. He is the baby of the family and so fucking annoying. I’d kill him if I didn’t love him so much.

Removing my eyes for a second from the lady, I turn around to scowl at Rafe.

“Back off, Rafe, or I’ll knock your teeth out of your mouth,” I growl out and he takes a back, throwing his hands to the air in resignation.

Glancing back at the crowd, I don’t find the red-haired girl gone from where she was standing. Frowning, I peruse the crowd until I notice her surrounded by a group of frat boys. Looking keenly, I noticed one of the guys spiking a drink. It was handed to the girl and foolishly, i watched her knock down every bit of the drink.

I had strict rules about spiking drinks and letting people leave with others against their will.

“Shit!” I hear as Rafe exclaim beside me, signaling that he had watched that too.

Since the dance floor was crowded as usual, it took a while for me to get to her, but then, she was gone.

“Fuck!” I bark out seeing red.

“Matt, they are heading outside, they probably doubled the dose,” Rafe says, not helping how I feel at all.

With long strides we make it outside of the club through the rear doors as a black Van halt, and the girl is thrown is, rough handled. Her small cries fills the air, her voice cracked as if from a distant pain that had just been resurfaced.

Her tiny pink gown that clings to her skin peels upward, exposing pale skin, and she calms down as the drug take control over her entire body.

Anger seeps through my pores as I throw my hand out, grabbing the collar of a blonde-haired guy.

“What the fuck man?” he asks as he turns around to face who had just interrupted his little feast. I watch recognition sink into the guy’s face as he turns pale as if he had just seen a ghost. Opening his mouth, he tries to speak but I cut him off with a punch to his throat, watching him hold his neck as he gags and gasp, begging for air to fill his lungs.

“Handle them for me would you? No one should escape,” I order and Rafe nods.

I know he will have a playdate torturing them before I takeover.

Reaching into the Van, I pull out the red-haired lady, and she is so light. Almost as if she was... malnourished.

“What will you do with her?” Rafe asks his brows quirking, curiosity filling his expression.

I know that look. Everyone gives it to me all the damn time. An expression that says Matteo Scarpelli is unable to fall in love. But this wasn’t love. I was just being caring.

“Get lost, Rafe. I’m not some twisted ass dude, okay?” I blurt out and staring directly into his eyes, I dare him to ask another silly question.

Sighing, he lands a blow on the already choking bastard, as his friends runaway for their lives.

It is very easy to carry this beautiful lady and she is dazed. Barely listening and her eyes are distorted, looking everywhere but I can tell she isn’t seeing anything.

If she was my fucking woman, I would taint her bottom red so that she wouldn’t be able to sit properly for days.

‘Stop that Matteo!’ I scold myself.

The distance to my club house is a fifteen minutes ride, and I keep a house close to my club for... well, personal reasons.

One is if I need a place to change before a meeting, and the other reason is to fuck whoever I want to with no attachment purposes.

I lay the girl on the bed and notice how fucking drunk she is. Noticing her clothes are too clung to her skin and have ridden upwards, I try hard to ignore her pink thongs that carved her little pussy so well.

“Fucking pervert” I blurt out loud chiding myself.

Pulling her heels off, I grab a hoodie from my closet and taking off her clothes, I throw on the clothes, pretending that her perky boobs were not enticing and begging me to lick them until she cries out my name.

Backing up from the bed, I walk into the bathroom and splash a good amount of icy water on my face.

When whimpering sounds come from the bedroom, I rush out at once, fearing that something might have happened to her. It took five seconds to realize what was going on. The girl was... having a nightmare.

“Pl... please... pleaseee...” she cried out into her sleep, and it felt like she was living out the memory in real time.

Someone hurt her.

Realization dawned on me, and I felt anger darkened my vision as I rapidly peel off my clothes until I was left only with my boxer briefs. Climbing into the bed, I gently bundled the lady I had just met this evening into my arms and murmur soothing words into her lavender scented hair.

“Hush now, Butterfly, no one will dare hurt you again,” I promise as I find myself rocking her back to calmness.