Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Logan’s POV.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I hadn’t seen Mia since last night when she abruptly left my room without informing me. She had remained locked in her own room for the entire day, avoiding any interaction. Salena, on the other hand, had come by and kept me occupied throughout the day, diverting my attention.

As the evening set in, we all gathered around the bonfire, cherishing what would be our last night together. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of camaraderie and a desire to make the most of this evening. Amidst the group, I noticed Mia slowly making her way towards us.

Her eyes wandered between Salena and me, and I detected a slight furrow forming on her brow. The thought crossed my mind that she might be feeling jealous, seeing me spending time with Salena. A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, but Mia didn’t reciprocate. Sensing something amiss, I excused myself from Salena’s company, despite her protestations. My heart yearned for Mia; she was the one I wanted to be with.

I found Mia seated near the open bar setup, surrounded by people enjoying their drinks. However, she sat there in solitude. Determined to bridge the distance between us, I approached her, bending down to speak into her ear. “Do you want something to drink?” I whispered, allowing my lips to linger tantalizingly close to her ear.

Mia gasped softly, her surprise evident, but she swiftly masked her reaction. “Yeah, gin and tonic, please,” she whispered back, subtly turning her head towards me.

Our lips were merely an inch apart, and the temptation to taste her lips grew stronger. I swallowed hard, desperately trying to regain control over my desires. Mia teasingly moved away, a smirk playing on her lips as she observed my struggle.

In an attempt to clear my head and compose myself, I cleared my throat, breaking the charged moment between us.

I made my way through the lively crowd towards the bar, determined to fetch our drinks. As I approached, Salena appeared by my side and impulsively grabbed my hand, her touch sending a jolt through my body.

“Logan, let’s dance,” she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing that dancing was not exactly my forte. Before I could voice my reluctance, she effortlessly pulled me along, disregarding any protests I might have had. Surrounded by the pulsating energy of the crowd, the beat of the music reverberating through the air, we found ourselves in the heart of the dance floor.

With her arms encircling my neck, Salena pressed herself against my chest, her every movement exuding an undeniable sensuality. Caught off guard, I felt my heart race as her proximity became almost intoxicating. The dim lights of the club cast a mesmerizing glow upon her, accentuating her beauty in ways I hadn’t fully appreciated before.

At that moment, I realized it would be impolite to abandon her on the dance floor. Reluctantly, I placed my hand gently on her waist, trying my best to match her rhythm.

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Mia’s POV.

“Mia!” Matt exclaimed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

I rolled my eyes in response to his flirtatious act. “Yes, Matt,” I yelled over the loud music that filled the room.

“Babe, what are you doing after the party?” Matt asked, his gaze fixed on mine.

“Ummn, I’ll go home,” I replied, fully aware of Matt’s persistent attempts to ask me out in the past.

“Okay, allow me to drop you home. You’ll be safe with me, beautiful,” Matt said, winking at me.

“Oh, I’m perfectly capable of going home by myself, you know…” I started to protest, but Matt interrupted me.

“Come on, Mia. Give me a chance. I really care about you,” he pleaded.

“Okay, Matt. I’ll go with you,” I reluctantly agreed, succumbing to his persistence.

He led me towards the dance floor, asking me to dance. As we made our way there, I spotted Logan and Salena sitting on a nearby couch. Salena had slid into Logan’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. My heart sank. Logan had gone to get a drink for me, but here he was enjoying Salena’s company instead.

Taking Matt’s hand, I steered us towards them. “Mr. Mancini! Ms. Johnson!” Matt and I greeted our bosses.

“It was a great annual day celebration, but we’re leaving early,” I announced, looking directly into Logan’s eyes.

“Why? I mean, how will you get back? Stay until morning. We can all leave together,” Logan suggested.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Mancini. Matt is dropping me home,” I said, smirking, watching as Logan’s gaze shifted between Matt and me.

“That’s not going to happen. I mean, you came to attend the company’s celebration. You’re my responsibility,” Logan replied coldly.

“No, Mr. Mancini. You don’t need to bother…” I began to decline his offer, but he cut me off.

“No more discussion. I said you’ll only go with me,” Logan said through gritted teeth, his anger barely contained.

“Okay…” I acquiesced, holding up my hand in a defensive gesture, not wanting to provoke a further outburst from Logan.

“So bossy…” I muttered under my breath, making sure no one else could hear.