Cain ( Underworld Mafia Romance 1)

There’s just one problem – Cain is too close.

He’s so close I can smell the sweat off him. So close I can feel the heat coming from his body.

And I’m starting to crave more of both. The fact that other people around us are having sex isn’t helping.

As I glance at the stage, I see the female dancer already in the thick of things. And when I say thick of things, I mean she has one of the guy’s cocks inside her, thrusting into her from behind while she’s on her hands and knees sucking the other guy’s cock. Both of them are moaning in pleasure.

I look away, blushing. Nope. This is not helping at all.

When someone bumps me from behind, I lose my balance and fall against Cain’s chest. My breasts squeeze against sculpted muscles. My cheek presses against the stain of sweat on his shirt.

Cain’s hands grab my shoulders and hold me steady.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he looks into my eyes.

I want to say yes, but all I can think of is how much I want to kiss him, how much I want to get away from this place with him so we can indulge in pleasure like the people here.

“I think I have to go to the restroom,” I tell him as I break away.

I need a moment to wash my face and cool myself down, to remember that I am not like the rest of the women here, to remind myself that I’m here because I have something important to accomplish.

“It’s over there, I think.” Cain points to a ramp which ends in a set of doors. “I’ll wait for you at the bar.”

“Okay.”

I head to the restrooms, ignoring the mischievous grins and whistles sent in my direction. After the first set of doors, I find the one that’s marked Women’s and go inside. I lock myself inside the first empty cubicle I find.

I lean against the wall and draw a deep breath. A moment later, the wall shakes. I feel the weight of someone else on the other side of it and then I hear a moan.

I get off it and roll my eyes.

Great. Just great.

Chapter Ten

Cain

While Allie is in the restroom, I grab a glass of whiskey at the bar. I take the time to talk to the bartender as well, but she seems more interested in trying to get me to sleep with her than answering my questions. Normally, I wouldn’t mind doing that to get information, but I’m with Allie. Besides, I’m not sure she knows anything. I could just be wasting my time.

I look around as I drink my whiskey.

Maybe there’s someone else I can ask. A bouncer? The dancer on the stage, once she’s no longer occupied? Or who knows? In this crowd of vermin, I might spot a familiar face, a mafioso I’ve seen somewhere before or…

I stop, nearly choking on my drink as I do see someone familiar. Someone I never expected to see again.

A guy with rusty red hair and inked arms. A gold chain gleams around his neck and disappears into the zipped front of his shirt.

The guy from that night at Damian Esposito’s house. The one whose grin I still see in my nightmares. The one who set Antonio on fire.

My blood simmers.

I don’t know why he’s here. He’s supposed to be dead. I left him for dead. But that doesn’t matter right now. If he’s here, then I’m just going to send him back to hell. I’m going to finish the job.

I set my glass down and start to follow him, eyes intent on my prey, every muscle in my body primed for attack.

He’s not getting away this time.

But then a scent drifts into my nostrils. The spice of an aftershave. The same scent I caught lingering in the house across from Allie’s.

The shooter.

I turn my head to follow the smell and see a man with bleached hair in a bun. I catch the hilt of a knife tucked into his boot. I look ahead and realize that he’s walking towards the restrooms.

Allie.

I go after him with long strides. Just before he reaches the ramp, I grab his arm and pin it behind his back.

He grunts.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I sneer in his ear.

To my surprise, he chuckles. Then he draws a breath and speaks. “Cain Archer, I can’t say what a pleasure it is to finally meet you.”

My eyebrows furrow. He knows my name?

I twist his arm. “Who are you?”

“They call me Nero.”

Nero? Like the crazed Roman emperor?

“Named for a killer. Just like you.”

I frown. I’ve never heard of him before, so I open my mouth to ask him another question – but I don’t get to because I feel something sharp cut into my thigh.

I quickly take a step back and look down to see a blade embedded in my thigh. Blood stains my pants.