The cacophony of shattering glass, blaring car alarms, and panicked screams tore me away from the only thing that mattered in my life tonight, Olivia’s sweet, soft, welcoming curves, opening to me in every way I’d imagined.
Once some of the blood rushed away from my cock and back to my brain, I took in our surroundings and instinctively went into action. Desire, my nightclub, was under attack. I stepped in front of Olivia, shielding her from the chaos, scanning the fleeing crowd. “Stay behind me,” I growled, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air.
“Marcus, what’s happening?” Olivia’s eyes were wide with fear, but she didn’t push back against my protective stance.
“Trouble outside,” I replied tersely, trying to make sense of the situation unfolding before us.
A woman in a tight red dress tripped over her own stiletto-clad feet, her terror-stricken expression etched into my memory. A bouncer struggled to maintain order amidst the frenzy, sweat dripping down his brow as he barked orders at the fleeing clientele. The pulsating music that had once fueled our lustful encounters now served as a twisted soundtrack to the mayhem.
Olivia gripped my arm, digging her nails into my skin once again, but this time from fear, not pleasure. That infuriated me as much as my place getting trashed.
“Should I call the police?” she asked.
“Fuck no.” The words escaped my lips like a snarl, my disdain for the idea plain as day. My world was one where authority held no sway, where we dealt with our problems on our own terms.
“Trust me,” I said, meeting her gaze with a confidence I hoped would reassure her. “I’ve got this.”
As the chaos continued to swirl around us, I couldn’t help but feel a dark thrill at the prospect of putting these intruders in their place. They had dared to encroach upon my territory, to threaten my world and the woman I desired. It was time for them to learn just what kind of man they were dealing with.
But first, I had to make sure Olivia was safe. I waved over the closest member of my security team and put her hand literally in his. “Take her upstairs to my penthouse. Now. And stay on the door.”
“On it,” the guard said – I couldn’t recall his name at the moment, but all my guys were 100% solid.
“Marcus, I can–” Olivia began, but I cut her off.
“Go!” I repeated, my voice brooking no argument. She bit her bottom lip, an action that sent a jolt of desire through me even amidst the chaos, but she nodded reluctantly and allowed the guard to guide her away from the danger.
The second she was out of sight, I morphed into fight mode, my mind racing with strategies as I pulled my phone from my pocket. “Get the team here,” I barked into it, summoning my private security detail. “Club Desire’s under attack.”
“Understood, boss,” came the response, clipped and efficient. I hung up, my focus narrowing to the task at hand.
“Keep everyone inside!” I ordered the staff, trying to keep things from getting worse, my voice cutting through the cacophony of panicked cries and shattering glass. “Far away from the doors!”
I shoved my way through the crowd, my broad shoulders making quick work of the panicked patrons. My pulse pounded in my ears, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I prepared to confront whatever lay beyond those doors.
As I burst into the night air, I steeled myself for battle, ready to face down these fools who dared infringe on my territory. Little did they know, they’d just awakened a ruthless beast…
“Come on, you motherfuckers,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the chaos for my first target.
The moment I stepped outside, I was hit with the overwhelming odors of gasoline, sweat, and fear. The parking lot had transformed into a war zone; my bouncer and other random staff were desperately trying to hold their ground against the onslaught of masked attackers. Car alarms blared as windows shattered under the force of thrown fists and bodies slammed into vehicles. Club-goers who had been waiting in line scattered like frightened rats, their screams adding to the cacophony of chaos.
“Get your hands off him!” I roared, launching myself into the fray with ruthless efficiency. My knuckles connected with the jaw of one assailant, sending him sprawling onto the pavement. Another tried to blindside me, but I ducked and countered with a swift uppercut, feeling the satisfying crunch of cartilage beneath my fist.
“Marcus!” a familiar voice called out from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see a few of my private security detail rushing toward me, ready to provide backup.
“About fucking time,” I muttered, wiping the blood from my split knuckles onto my pants. With more reinforcements, we quickly turned the tide of the battle.
As my team held their ground, I took a moment to survey the scene. It didn’t take long for me to realize that these attackers weren’t exactly professionals. They moved awkwardly, their sloppy punches lacking any actual power or precision. They seemed more like desperate rabble rousers than a well-organized criminal element.
“Boss, what’s the plan?” One of my security team members shouted over the din, his eyes scanning the area for any potential threats.
“Subdue them without causing too much damage,” I instructed, gritting my teeth at the thought of having to go easy on these punks. “I want to know who sent them.”
“Understood,” he nodded before rejoining the fight.
Despite the temptation to unleash my full fury, I held back just enough to incapacitate the attackers without causing any grievous injury. One by one, they crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath and clutching their bruised ribs.
I yanked the mask off one of the unconscious attackers, revealing a face that seemed barely out of its teens. “Fucking kids,” I muttered under my breath, frustration and annoyance bubbling up inside me. I grabbed one of my security team members by the arm, pulling him aside to talk.
“See this?” I said, gesturing to the unmasked idiot on the ground. “These aren’t professionals. Just a bunch of dumb kids, probably hoping to make a name for themselves, get a rep in town.” I shook my head angrily, disgusted by their reckless stupidity. “Not worth the goddamn trouble.”
“Shit, boss, what do you want us to do with them?” he asked, looking at the defeated attackers scattered across the parking lot.
“Just get them under control enough so they can’t make any more trouble,” I instructed, my voice tense with barely contained fury. “Call Benjamin. Tell him to send over a bus or something so we can get these idiots out of my fucking parking lot.”
“Got it, boss,” he replied, giving me a quick nod before darting back into the fray to relay my orders.
As my team continued to subdue the remaining attackers, I couldn’t help but let my thoughts wander back to Olivia, safely upstairs in my penthouse, waiting for me. The memory of her soft skin beneath my fingertips, the taste of her lips on mine… it fueled my adrenaline, pushing me to get through this pile of bullshit.
While I waited for my orders to be carried out, I surveyed the scene of broken glass and battered egos. My team stood victorious, their faces a mix of triumph and disbelief at the sheer stupidity of our would-be assailants.
“Good work,” I commended them, my voice laced with irritation. “Now, let’s clean this shit up and get back to business.”
Stepping back inside Desire, I could feel the tension in the air as the chaos began to subside. Patrons stood huddled together, eyes wide and bodies trembling, while my staff tried to calm nerves and get the place back in order. My chest heaved with each breath, adrenaline still pumping through my veins as I shifted from fighter to boss.
“Everybody, listen up!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the lingering panic. “The situation outside is under control. There’s no need to worry.”
Murmurs of relief rippled through the crowd, but I wasn’t done yet.
“Drinks are on the house for the rest of the night,” I announced, a devilish grin spreading across my face. The patrons who had remained erupted into cheers, their fear momentarily forgotten in favor of free booze. I motioned for my bartenders to start pouring and turned my attention to my staff.
“Keep an eye on things, make sure everyone stays calm and has a good time,” I instructed them, watching as they nodded and dispersed to their tasks. One cocktail waitress, though, hesitated before asking me cautiously, “Shouldn’t we close up for the night?”
“Of course not,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “Nothing stops the party. If you have a problem with that policy, feel free to pack your shit and go. For good.”
The girl paled at my words, quickly scurrying away to tend to her tables without another word. Satisfied that I had made my point, I surveyed the club once more, feeling the last remnants of my adrenaline begin to ebb away.
As my pulse slowed, my thoughts drifted back to the woman who had ignited such fire within me just moments before — sweet, sexy Olivia. That laugh of hers echoed in my ears like a siren’s song, tempting me to abandon my duties and indulge in the pleasure she promised. A vivid image of her tousled curls and those plump, inviting lips flashed before my eyes, making my cock twitch.
Every inch of my body wanted to ignore the mess and all my responsibilities. Forget everything and get lost in Olivia’s curves. Finish what we’d started.
Of course, for the moment, that was impossible. I had too much to do. But the shape of her lips, the smell of her skin, the moan she’d let out when I fingered her stayed at the front of my mind, no matter how much I tried to push those thoughts away to focus on my work. This could be a problem.