CHAPTER 5

MIA POV.
"Remember what I said, little wolf? We will meet again soon." The low and husky voice of Dominic Romano sent shivers down my spine, I momentarily closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to try and still my racing heart. A warmth enveloped my back as I felt my body being pressed against his front before Dominic slowly turned me around. His arm was still holding onto my waist as the shifting friction of fabric sent small sparks over my skin and making my breath hitch in my throat. My eyes shot open when I felt myself being pushed against the cold wall behind me. He pinned me with an intense and dark stare, and I felt a flutter in my chest when he spoke again. “Did you miss me?” His teasing whisper sent shivers down my back, that had nothing to do with the coldness of the wall and although I tried to brush it off, there was something in his eyes that captured me. That made me want to sink into his embrace, but there was this nagging in the back of my mind that wouldn’t let go… telling me that this wasn’t right, and I knew I was right. He wasn’t supposed to be here! I told myself as a part of me wanted to push him away, to run from what lurked beneath his charming facade, but his intense gaze made me flustered with heat that I have never felt before. I couldn't explain why I felt drawn to him. It was as if I was caught in a trap, and I couldn't break free.
“Oh come now… you suddenly got nothing to say?” Dominic mocked with a knowing grin on his handsome face. I swallowed heavily, willing my words to come out but managed to shake my head instead. This only made him chuckle and lean in closer to me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't lie, little wolf," he whispered into my ear as his hot breath ran down the length of my neck, making me draw in a shaky breath. "I know you missed me.” He said and paused for a moment before speaking again. “Besides, I think it would be better for you to pretend that we are a couple to keep away any other troublesome suiters. Don’t you agree?" He said and I felt his hand slide up my arm to my neck, his fingers tracing gentle circles as it went. “Hmmm.” I mumbled. I was struggling to take in what he was saying as my mind swirled around this man. I didn't even notice the man from before, watching us, his glare lingering on me with distaste and anger.
His touch was like a flame, burning hot, and I was helpless to resist its pull. I hear him inhale the skin as his nose graces the side of my neck and I felt a sort of satisfaction when I heard him groan needily. I felt myself leaning into him, craving more as his touches became more possessive, more intimate, but there was something that nagged at me from the back of my mind. This was wrong! He should be behind bars, but he was here… with me… and why did this feel so right? I wondered. I took a deep breath and strengthened my resolve. I couldn’t risk getting involved with him, he was the bloody mafia king pin, for Goddess’s sake! I brought my hands up between us and pushed at his chest, to make some space between us, but all that it did was make Dominic pull back his head to look down at me with narrowed eyes, searching my face. "What's wrong, little wolf?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Don't you trust me?" I laughed, hoping I would give way how he affected me. "Trust you?" I repeated. "You're the last person I should trust." I said, finally finding my voice and I felt proud that it came out so strong. A look of hurt crossed his face before he quickly masked it. “And I don’t need your help either!” I said, finally finding my voice and I felt proud that it came out steady. I pushed harder against his chest and this time he did step back from me, leaving me immediately cold.
“Oh, really? I could have sworn that you needed saving just a few moments ago.” Dominic reminded me and I bit down on my teeth in annoyance. He was right. I wasn’t sure what could have happened if Dominic hadn’t saved her… no! not saved, intervened. I couldn’t allow myself to start thinking of him in a good way. He is the mafia king pin, and the werewolf council imprisoned him for a reason.
“Just because you stopped a drunk guy from having his way with me doesn’t exactly make you a hero, Mr. Romano.” I said and he raised an eyebrow at me mockingly. “From what I know of your history, I could very well be in more danger than being picked up at a bar.” I said and I immediately wished I hadn’t. A dark look crossed his face and I swallowed nervously. Just as he was about to open his mouth to retort, a group of drunk girls stumbled past the exit, distracting him and I took this as my chance to try and make a run for it.
With a swift kick, I aimed my foot towards his crotch. A hard kick would let any man sink to the floor, but I should have known better because to my surprise, he saw it coming. The dark look from before was still there but there was something else too. Amusement perhaps? He caught my ankle, and held on to it, making me hop one legged in front of him, embarrassing myself more.
"Nice try, Mia," he said lowly as a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "But you're not getting rid of me that easily." He said and my heart started to race all over again as I realized that I was trapped. I tried pulling my ankle free, but it was no use. His grip was like a vice, and I couldn’t escape.