Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Logan’s pov.

I found myself at Alex’s bachelor party, surrounded by an atmosphere of celebration and excitement. The venue was alive with vibrant colors and pulsating music, drawing everyone onto the dance floor. I watched as people swayed to the rhythm, their laughter and cheers filling the air. It was a night meant for revelry and enjoyment.

Curiosity piqued my interest, and my eyes wandered across the dance floor, scanning the crowd. Amidst the throng of people, a particular group of girls caught my attention. Among them stood a captivating blonde, her beauty stealing the spotlight even in the crowded room.

Intrigued by the possibility of an adventurous encounter, I couldn’t help but entertain thoughts of exploring new experiences tonight – perhaps a thrilling threesome or even a daring foursome. The idea amused me, and I couldn’t resist a playful chuckle as I envisioned the ladies succumbing to my charm. My confidence was boosted further by the knowledge that I had the means to sweeten the deal with a bit of financial persuasion.

Saying my farewells to my friends, Alex and Ryder, I made my way across the dance floor, navigating the crowd with purpose. As I approached the mesmerizing blonde, I was captivated by her allure. She seemed to exude a radiant glow under the club’s dim, colorful lights, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Her light blonde curls cascaded gracefully over her shoulders, framing a face that could easily stop traffic. My heart raced, anticipating the thrill of the chase.

I stood there, momentarily captivated by the exotic allure of the group of girls before me. Their presence was like a mesmerizing tapestry of beauty and charm, but I quickly snapped out of my daze, realizing I needed to regain my composure. With a conscious effort, I flashed a charming smile, hoping to appear confident despite the sudden encounter.

“Hey, beauties!” I greeted them, my eyes lingerin moment too long on the breathtaking blonde who seemed to radiate an ethereal glow. The others in the group turned towards me, their expressions betraying surprise at my unexpected appearance. Whether they recognized me or not, I couldn’t quite decipher. The uncertainty added to my intrigue, leaving me slightly puzzled.

“Excuse me, ladies. May I join you?” I asked, trying to channel my inner gentleman while my heart skipped a beat.

“Of course, please take a seat,” replied the girl with dark hair and tanned skin, her warm smile momentarily stealing my attention. How I adored the genuine warmth in her expression.

Breaking the ice, I extended my hand towards the beautiful blonde seated next to her, eager to introduce myself. However, it seemed that she was wholly engrossed in her phone, oblivious to my presence, which caught me off guard. Was she intentionally ignoring me, or was she simply lost in the digital world?Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Undeterred, I maintained my composure, though a hint of uncertainty crept into my voice, “Hi! I’m Logan Mancini.”

The lack of acknowledgment from the blonde left me feeling a mix of curiosity and mild frustration, but I chose to focus on the other girls in the group, hoping to engage them in conversation and uncover the dynamics of this enigmatic gathering.

Shaking my head amusingly, I turned my attention towards the dark-haired girl, Joanna. She had a warm and welcoming smile, and her outstretched hand seemed to beckon me into her world. Accepting her gesture, I gently grasped her hand and gave it a slight squeeze, feeling an instant connection.

“Nice to meet you, Joanna,” I greeted her, holding her gaze with genuine interest.

Meanwhile, the brunette girl, Sheena, had been observing our interaction with awe. Eager to include her in the conversation, I extended my hand towards her, and she practically beamed with excitement as she immediately placed her hand in mine.

“Hi, I’m Sheena,” she introduced herself, her enthusiasm infectious.

“Pleased to meet you, Sheena,” I replied, flashing her a charming smile, genuinely enjoying the moment.

Returning my attention to the blonde girl, who had been initially aloof, I inquired about her name. Mia had been engrossed in her phone until Sheena nudged her to pay attention.

“What?” Mia snapped at her friend, seemingly irritated.

Sheena eagerly pointed towards me and announced, “Look who’s here! It’s Logan Mancini, the famous businessman and the most eligible bachelor in the city.”

Mia rolled her eyes dismissively and mumbled, “Whatever,” but her curiosity got the better of her, and she finally glanced up to meet my gaze. The moment our eyes locked, I was taken aback by the radiance of her bright green eyes. It was as if time stood still, and I found myself completely captivated, feeling momentarily immobilized in my seat.

Breaking the spell, Mia finally spoke, her voice soft and alluring, “Hello, Mr. Mancini.”

A warm smile crossed my face as I replied, “Hello, Mia! So, what do you all do?” I asked casually, eager to learn more about them.

Joanna answered with a hint of pride, “We’re in our final semester, and we’ll be graduating next month.”

“That’s great! Congratulations on almost reaching the finish line. Do you have any plans for after graduation?” I inquired, genuinely interested in their aspirations. As an afterthought, I couldn’t resist adding, “By the way, if you’re interested, you can join my company. We recruit fresh graduates every year.”

It was a playful move on my part, knowing that offering them a chance to work with my company was likely to elicit excitement and curiosity. It was all part of the fun I was having that evening, engaging with these young and vibrant women.

Joanna’s voice bubbled with delight as she responded, “Wow. That’s so nice of you, Mr. Mancini.”

“Please call me Logan,” I insisted, trying to create a more relaxed and friendly atmosphere. “Can I buy you guys some drinks?” I asked casually, hoping to further impress them.

“That would be great!” Sheena chirped, her excitement evident.

However, Mia declined immediately, saying, “No, please. I don’t drink.”

Her refusal hit me harder than I expected, and I tried to hide my disappointment. It was the first time in my life that a girl had rejected me, and the feeling was unfamiliar. Despite this, I was determined not to let it deter me. I was not accustomed to losing, and I felt an undeniable attraction to her.

Wait, Baby girl, I’ll make you mine, sooner or later. Maybe tonight? I smirked, allowing my thoughts to wander to a future conquest, imagining how she might surrender to me, begging and writhing under my touch.

Not willing to give up, I suggested, “OK, so let me buy you a soft drink,” hoping she would reconsider.

Her friends, however, pestered her, urging her to join in the fun.

“Oh, come on, Mia, you’re being a bore again. We’re here to have some fun, remember? Don’t spoil it. Let’s have some shots,” Joanna pressed.

Giving in slightly, Mia replied, rolling her eyes, “OK, girls, but only one. I won’t have more than one.”

She was proving to be a stubborn girl, and that intrigued me even more. I enjoy challenges, and her resistance only fueled my determination to win her over.

“Oh God! Mia, you’re too stubborn. Come on, let go of your guard and have fun tonight,” Sheena nudged Mia’s shoulder playfully.

I ordered twelve shots, and they arrived within ten minutes. The excitement was palpable in the air, especially from Joanna and Sheena. However, Mia seemed defeated, letting out a sigh as Sheena lined up our drinks. All the shots were ready, and we held them in our hands, getting ready to take the first round.

The girls counted to three, and they downed their shots eagerly. I followed suit, feeling the burning sensation as the alcohol slid down my throat, but it didn’t bother me. I was used to it.

I watched Mia as she surprised us all by taking four shots in quick succession. Her friends cheered her on, urging her to have more.