Loved by the Mafia Bosses | RE-WRITING!!!

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 | 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓵𝔂𝓷 𝓗𝓪𝔂𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 |

His hand was on my thigh for the entire car ride. Not that it bothered me - it actually had me quite hot and bothered. I looked out the front window with a curious look as we drove through the darkness of the city, street lights, car lights and the traffic lights, were the only thing lighting up the black blanket that was the sky. I couldn't see any stars, sadly.

He drove out of town, which confused me. I tried reconizing the direction, a road, anything. I couldn't. The houses and cars thinned out, until we were just on an empty, dark road. My eyebrows furrowed, and I turned my head to look at him.

Had he tricked me? Had I really been tricked by the devil? What if he was going to drive me to some far away place, where no one could hear me scream, as he killed me? Damn it. The danger of one night stands indeed.

He didn't seem to notice how my gaze lingered on him. "Where are we going?" I asked, my voice now more cautious. Suddenly I didn't like his hand on my thigh at all. He glanced at me, and chuckled. "My house, of course?" He replied, sounding amused at my question.

I looked out into the darkness again. A few street lights started appearing again, to my relief, although there were still far between the lights. "Why the hell do you live so far away? So isolated?" I asked, genuinely confused. He seemed more like the type to live in the heart of a city, with all the people and clubs.

"Safety reasons," Was his only answer. I stared at him for some time, especting more, but nothing came out. I felt a little frustrated. Clearly, there were something off about this guy, so why the hell go with him home?

Oh, right.

Sex.

With that reason in mind, I simply rolled my eyes at him, and waited for us to arrive. 

We eventually did, and I curiously looked out the window of the car, trying to see where we were. Despite that it was summer, it was late enough to be almost completely dark outside. I could, in the warm, weak light of the last remaining sunrays, see the house. Or, not a house, a whole ass mansion.

So, he lived not only completely isolated away from everyone else, but he also lived in a mansion? Who the hell was this guy? I was actually a little freaked out, and suddenly wanted to ask him to drive me home.

But there was also a part of me that felt excited. Probably the drunk, horny part.

The big mansion had white and black as a clear color theme, and was obviously very modern. An unsettling tall wall surrounded it, and two huge black gates opened for us. Wow. He drove the car in, and parked, turning off the car.

He moved out of the car smoothly; he hadn't even bothered wearing a seatbelt. He slammed the car door closed, and I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, sliding out the car. He had already started moving towards the, a little too luxurious and grand, doors that led into the house. Mansion, whatever. 

I walked with fast steps to keep up, my heels clicking against the cubblestones underneath us. The gates closed, locking us, me, inside this property. For some reason, I felt a little unsettled by this. I shouldn't, though, it was normal for gates to close. It was actually their purpose. So why did I feel so nervous?