A LOVE THAT NEVER FADES (A MAFIA ROMANCE)

id'

her is shorter with black hair. She's wearing a little black dress that appears to hug her body just right. She seems a little shy compared to the other. She just sits, holding her drink in both hands, looking up every so often. I find the way she just sits there quietly, cross-legged and armed quite attractive. It isn't until the man leaves that I take my eyes away from her. He heads to the other side of the bar and orders two drinks before moving to a less populated area. He sits the drinks down and slips a powdery substance into one of them. "Capo." I hear Diego's voice. "You were right." "When am I not?" I say annoyed. "I overheard a few of them say something about trafficking. I think they're looking for girls-" "I know," I say, holding up my finger to silence him. I watch the man stir the drink with a straw before he takes the drinks back to the girls. I keep my eye on the spiked one. He hands it to the timid girl. He leans into her. She stirs in her chair and slightly leans away. An awkward smile sits on her lips. His being so close to her sort of infuriates me. I already feel the need to protect her coursing through my being. He leaves back to his section. I watch the girl gulp down her spiked drink. Didn't look like she even thought twice about it. "What are you going to do?" Diego breaks my train of thought. "Haven't decided yet," I lie. I know exactly what I want to do. I watch him watch the girl and her friend as they head to the dance floor. She looks worried. She looks like she knows he's watching her. The blonde is carefree, having the time of her life. I sit and watch a little longer. The man gets up from his seat and leaves. That's my cue. I leave the top floor of the club, still watching him as I head down the stairs. I reach the bottom of the stairs, and my heart is racing with excitement as I push through the crowd. When I finally reach the restroom, I push the door open and there he is, taking a piss. I watch his face as he finishes. I relish in knowing his life is about to crumble beneath the hands of my own. Once he finishes, he looks up. His eyes meet mine. I can see the color drain from his face. It's almost cartoonish. "Mr. Capon," He exclaims. "What a fine club you ha-" "What are you doing here?" I question flatly. "Oh, I was in the area and I thought I'd stop by. I've heard I lot about this place and I wanted to-" I cut him off once more, but not with my words. I hold my suppressed Glock 19 to his face. "What's your name?" I want to know the name of the man who so obviously doesn't take our agreement seriously. "Felipe, Sir." His voice is shaky. "Well, F