Two hours ago
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A black Aston Martin Valour stopped in front of the Star Club along with a few black cars. The door of the car opened, and Nicholas stepped out of it while his guards came down from the other cars before quickly surrounding him.
The people around him glanced at him, and they gasped and whispered when they recognized him. Nicholas strode inside the club, ignoring their glances.
As he walked inside, the girls looked at him hungrily. His best friend, the owner of the club, stood in the hall, and upon seeing Nicholas, he walked to him. He smiled mischievously and stopped in front of Nicholas.
"You have finally come for me. You have come to meet me. You love me so much. I'm so touched," Luca uttered emotionally while wiping his non-existent tears, making Nicholas roll his eyes.
"Shut up," Nicholas muttered annoyedly, making Luca chuckle.
"I don't know why I made you my right-hand man and also my assistant. I might have been too drunk at that time to make that decision," Nicholas stated while walking toward a private room.
"Wrong, wrong. It was because I was the only capable one and the only one who could handle you," Luca said as if stating a fact, following Nicholas from behind.
Nicholas shook his head and stepped into the private room. Lorenzo, Nicholas's friend and also the twin of Luca, was sitting in the private room and saluted him playfully when he saw him.
After Luca entered the room, he closed the door, and they took their seats. Lorenzo gave a glass of wine to Nicholas, and Nicholas took it from him.
"How are things going? Have you guys found something?" Nicholas asked, leaning against the couch and sipping the wine.
Luca and Lorenzo exchanged glances with each other and smirked.
"We sure did." They both said in sync.
Nicholas looked at them seriously and gestured for them to go on.
"Matthew is hiding something. Something really big. Something that could end him completely. We don't know what it is, but someone else knows about it. And he is trying to end the person who knows. We need to find him and get to him before your uncle." Luca said seriously.
"How long will it take to find him?" Nicholas asked calmly.
"Not long. I'm already on it. We will find him in one or two days." Lorenzo stated seriously.
"I don't think we have that much time. Find him by tomorrow. You can do it, right?" Nicholas asked.
Lorenzo nodded and assured,
"I can. You will get the result tomorrow."
Nicholas drank his wine and whispered,
"What might my dear uncle be hiding?"
"We will find out soon. But your decision to end your uncle so soon, just because of a girl, still hasn't made me come out of shock. She didn't steal your heart by saving you, but your soul," Luca said teasingly.
Nicholas smiled and whispered dreamily,
"She really did."
After Nicholas returned home that day, he tried to forget her and concentrate on his life. But as the days passed by, instead of forgetting her, he was becoming obsessed with her.
His obsession grew to the point where he even thought about kidnapping her. But every time he stopped himself, thinking he would put her life in danger. She would be his weakness. He knew his uncle would use her against him. That's why he even stopped himself from meeting her from afar.
But with each passing second, the desire to want her, have her, and own her kept increasing, making him insane. He needed her. In the end, he decided to have her and make her his.
And, to have her, he decided to be patient and end his uncle first before going to woo her. He had tried many ways to end his uncle's life but had failed every time. And after six months, for the first time, they found a solid way to end him. Now, the moment he ended his life, he would go to his little moon.
"Oh my God, I can't believe it. Our Niko has finally grown up and become a whip man, Lorenzo." Luca said emotionally while crying, pulling Nicholas from his thoughts.
Nicholas and Lorenzo looked at Luca disgustedly. Nicholas drank his wine in one go and put the glass on the table before standing up.
"I'm leaving," Nicholas muttered.
"This soon?" Luca asked, stopping his fake crying.
"I have some work to do. See you tomorrow," Nicholas said, buttoning his coat.
"Okay, now let me escort you to the door, my lord," Luca said politely, making them burst into laughter.
Luca stood up, and they made their way to the door. Right after Nicholas stepped out of the door, a soft thing bumped into him. Nicholas instantly wrapped his hands around it, and the moment he looked at it, his eyes darkened.
His eyes slowly softened as he stared at the half-conscious Isabella, who was looking at him with half-lidded eyes. She grabbed a fistful of Nicholas's jacket and breathed out,
"Please, save me."
Nicholas frowned at Isabella's words, but before he could ponder them, that man came running toward them in rage. He didn't even look at Nicholas; his eyes were only on Isabella. He stopped in front of him and muttered in rage,
"You bitch, you dare to hit me. I will fuck you hard tonight."
The words of the man made Nicholas's eyes darken in anger, and a deadly aura surrounded him. From that man's words and Isabella's state, it didn't take much time for Nicholas to understand the situation. In a second, red-tinted his vision.
That man reached out his hand to grab Isabella, but before he could touch her, Nicholas grabbed his hand in a death grip. That man fumed in fury and snapped while looking up,
"How dare you touch—"
The next word of the man died down in his mouth when his eyes fell on Nicholas. Intense rage filled Nicholas at the knowledge that someone dared to touch what was his. The urge to kill him spread into Nicholas.
That man's soul trembled with fear as he recognized Nicholas. His eyes filled with horror, and he took a step back while swallowing hard and stuttering,
"M-mafia... Mafia king."
Nicholas left his hand, and he instantly fell to the floor. Nicholas tightened his grip on Isabella protectively and growled deadly,
"How dare you touch what's mine?"
That man shivered in fear when he saw the darkness in Nicholas' eyes. The thirst for blood was increasing inside of him with each second. The whole world knew how cruel Nicholas was. And how he ended people who touched what belonged to him.
That man knew what was coming for him. The thought of it alone made him tremble, and he cried out in fear,
"King, I—I didn't know that she was yours. I apologize, King. Please spare me. I will never look at her again. I promise."
Nicholas looked at him deadly and rumbled dangerously,
"You have to be alive for that first."
That man's eyes widened in terror, and he tried to get up to run, but Nicholas's men stopped him by kicking him. Luca shook his head emotionlessly as he saw everything happening in front of him. Poor man, he touched the wrong woman.
"Hot, too hot," Isabella whispered as the drug slowly took over her.
Nicholas looked at Isabella, and his eyes softened instantly. He wanted to end that man himself, but he couldn't leave Isabella. He didn't trust her with anyone. He looked at Luca and ordered coldly,
"Take care of him. Make sure he doesn't have an easy death."
Luca smirked at Nicholas' words, and that man's eyes widened. Nicholas's men grabbed the man, and he started to tarnish while bagging,
"King, please spare me. King, I won't do it again. Please, King, I beg you."
Nicholas ignored his pleading as he got dragged by his men while he kept screaming for mercy. Luca turned toward Nicholas and said with a teasing smile,
"I will take care of him, and I think you will take care of my sister-in-law."
Nicholas glared at him and said coldly,
"Shut up and go."
Luca chuckled before going to that man. After Luca left, Nicholas's eyes fell on Isabella. Isabella pressed her delicate body against Nicholas, trying to find some friction. She bit her lower lip seductively, put her head on Nicholas's chest, and whimpered.
The actions of Isabella made Nicholas's demon come to life, but he took a deep breath to control it. He, without wasting any moment, carried Isabella in bridle style and walked toward his private bedroom in the club.
Isabella wrapped her hands around Nicholas's neck. The scent of Nicholas made Isabella's desire increase. As Nicholas stepped inside the room, she leaned onto him, pressed her soft lips on his neck, and bit his flesh.
Nicholas growled as Isabella's tiny actions aroused his sexual desire. He wanted to desperately throw her into bed and feast on her. Nicholas breathed out deeply to control himself and hurriedly laid her on the bed.
Isabella moaned and whimpered as she lay on the bed. She rubbed herself on the bed for friction. Her spaghetti-strap black dress went up a little, making Nicholas quickly look away. He closed his eyes and murmured to himself,
"Control yourself, Nicholas. She is under the control of drugs. You can't do that. Control."
Nicholas took a deep breath and opened his eyes, but his eyes widened when he looked at Isabella.
"Ngh, so hot," Isabella whispered while trying to unzip her dress.
"No, stop," Nicholas said while holding her hand and stopping her from undressing.
The touch of Nicholas made Isabella feel cold and want more. She instantly pulled Nicholas onto the bed, making him sit, and she sat on his lap. She pressed her lips against Nicholas and started to kiss him.
Nicholas was stunned as the demon he was trying to restrain was on the verge of being unleashed. Isabella grinded on Nicholas for friction while kissing and moaning. Nicholas wanted her so badly, but he stopped, remembering that she was on drugs.
Nicholas pulled her away and laid her on the bed while pinning her hands above her head and grumbled,
"Stop, come to your senses."
"No, I want more." Isabella whimpered while peeling open her eyes and looking straight into his golden eyes.
His eyes made Isabella finally recognize him, but at that moment, she didn't care about his identity. She wanted him.
"Give me more," Isabella whispered seductively while grinding on Nicholas's leg that was placed in the middle of hers.
Nicholas gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on her wrists, and growled,
"Did you forget my advice, sweetheart? I warned you about what would happen if you approached me again. Come to your senses and see who I am."
Isabella bit her lips and whispered, her voice trembling with need,
"Nicholas."
Nicholas looked at her in shock and exclaimed,
"What!"
"You are Nicholas Costa," Isabella breathed, arching her back, wanting Nicholas.
"And you still want me to fuck you."
"Yes, please," Isabella said while grinding on him more.
Nicholas breathed out as his demon ran rampant inside him, and he whispered against her lips,
"You will regret it in the morning."
"I won't." Isabella breathed, forcefully unleashing his demon from restrains.
"You asked for it. Now it wouldn't matter even if you regretted. You are mine."
Nicholas growled and connected his lips with hers, completely giving in to his desire. Isabella moaned, and his hands worked to get rid of the barrier between them, determined to make her his tonight.
From tonight on, she would be his. Completely his.