Book 2, Chapter 4: A Birthday to Remember, Part II

**Madison**

There was a collective response with many ‘Ah! You made it!’, ‘FINALLY!’, and ‘Yays!’ My twin brothers had their latest girlfriends with them. I smiled and greeted everyone with hugs, kisses, or friendly hand gestures.

My brother Wyatt, who was sucking some poor server's face, tapped her ass lightly and asked her to go get drinks for everyone. “And get our guest of honor anything she wants.” I decided to start with a Dirty Shirley.

Beth got up and pulled me onto one of the sofas and we started chatting. My drink came and we all toasted and drank. After a few sips, I started feeling nice and warm.

“I’m going to go dance!” I said loudly and downed the rest of my drink before getting up, pulling some of the girls with me. But instead of going to the dance floor on the floor, I decided to go down to the main level. Beth looked at me worriedly when I started dragging them to the door. “We are going to get in trouble Mads. You know we have to stay up here.” She warned.

“Come on Beth! It’s my birthday! For once I don’t want to be in a gilded cage. I just want to enjoy the rest of my day and have a little fun. Besides, there are armed guards everywhere!” I tried to convince her. I just pulled her to the door along with the other girls and we snuck through the door and down the stairs.

What I didn’t notice was that someone was watching me and started to follow.

As soon as we landed on the main floor, the throbbing bass pulsed through my soul, and I started swaying to the music. We made our way down the stairs and I pushed us to the center of the crowded dance floor. I let the music fill every molecule of my body and got lost in the rhythm of the songs. I didn’t pay attention to any of the sweaty bodies next to me.

I soon felt a very large, dominant figure behind me. His aura reminded me of my brothers, almost a hint of danger. I felt heat on my hips as I continued to sway to the music and a strong grip easily pulled me flush against a wall of muscle. This stranger's body moved in sync with mine as if we were one. Our bodies mesh so well and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

I didn’t notice Beth and the other girls getting separated from me. Several large men now circled me and I noticed their 'dancing' was a bit awkward, but only the one holding me seemed to be paying attention to me, so I focused on him. I turned around and gasped at the Adonis in front of me. The wall of muscle was H.O.T hot! He wore a tight-fitted, crisp black dress shirt and pants. He was just as tall as my brothers and he had to bend a little so I could throw my arms around his neck. His hands went to my lower back and pulled me even closer. I felt his manhood poke my stomach.

But his eyes were the most memorable. Deep brown that looked like a far-off galaxy as the rainbow lights bounced around the room and a black mask covered the rest of his features, but you could still make out the sharp features. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He smelled like a forest after a morning rain.

I swear I got lost in his eyes. We just stared at each other; I am pretty sure I was able to see in his soul his desire and I was getting warm in a very private place. I could see his muscles underneath his shirt and I had to stop myself from touching every inch of him.

This was not the first time I had danced with a guy, but I had never been this close, nor had a desire to get closer. I bit my lip and I saw his eyes become hooded. He bent down and whispered in my ear despite the loud music of the dance club, I could still hear him. His voice made me shiver with delight. It was deep and manly. “Stop biting that lip of yours unless you want me to bite it for you!”

Holy Chocolate Pie, that was hot. So what do I do in my true rebellious fashion, I smirk and look at him once more before purposefully, and very slowly biting my lower lip. I then raised my eyebrows in a challenge to him.

I was still glued to his chest and I felt his hands on my back tighten and his chest vibrated. I blinked and his lips touched mine. It wasn’t sensual or gentle. It was dominant, rough, and lustful. He prodded my lips with his tongue but I refused entrance. He moved his hands to my ass and squeezed and I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. He took that distraction, pushed his tongue in my mouth, and devoured me. I pulled his head down more and held him, reciprocating his ministrations. His mouth tasted like bourbon.

This was my first real kiss and it was WOW! I don’t consider the small peck from my guard Dillon when I was 17 a kiss. This, this hunk of man, yeah this was a kiss. A kiss like you see in the movies. A kiss like my parents and brothers give their significant others; the type of sucking face kiss that I have always dreamed about.

He finally released my lips and we were both panting heavily. His smile was bright and contagious. We danced to one more song. He even twirled me a few times and made me laugh. He then took my hand and we started up the stairs.

I thought he was taking me to the bar, but he seemed to want to leave the club. I stopped in my tracks and tried to pull my hand from his grasp but he just held on tighter. I then noticed that those same awkward men from the dancefloor were surrounding us as we walked. They were also dressed similarly to the man holding me. I began to panic.

He just pulled me to his body and wrapped an arm around my waist. I struggled against him.

“Let me go or you will regret it,” I threatened but he continued to walk us toward the main exit. I luckily saw one of the guards at the door looking at me and so I subtly raised my hand and made the secret gesture. The guard said something into his microphone and before we reached the door, nine armed guards blocked our way. We came to a halt and I felt the arm around my waist tighten even more. That is going to leave a bruise.

“Gentlemen, please let the lady go. The party she came with is looking for her.” One of the guards said politely.

“She is coming with me. If you value your life, step aside.” The man in the mask said calmly.

“I am going nowhere with you!” I spat out and once again tried to detangle myself from the mysterious man. I noticed the guards reaching for their weapons.

“You heard the lady, let her go. Now.” The guard once again ordered and the man started laughing. The guard looked at me and gave me a subtle nod. Remembering my training, I pulled my shoulder forward to get my arm free that was close to the man’s chest. With all my strength I pushed my elbow back into his abdomen and continued to jerk my arm, hitting him repeatedly. He finally loosened his grip when I felt him bend over slightly hopefully in pain and disentangled myself from his python grip.

I tried to run to the guards. Tried is the word of choice because I made maybe two steps before strong arms came across my chest and torso and pulled me back against the strong chest. Then all hell broke loose.

The guards at the door pulled their guns and pointed them at the mystery man and his goons and the goons pulled guns. Spectators started to scream and run. Then I hear a POP!

I see one of the guards drop. POP! POP! POP! I heard the loud shots and the light flashes from the muzzles. The man holding me pulled me down with him as more bullets went flying. He covered my head and I was guided through the carnage. POP! POP! POP!

I could still hear the screaming and lots of pitter-patter of shoes thundering on the club floor. The music had been stopped at this point so the battleground was violently present. POP! POP! POP!

As the man practically dragged me out the door with the rest of the crowd, I heard my brothers calling my name. “MADISON! MADISON!” I tried to call out to my brothers but I was already outside.

I tried to fight the grasp and the large man picked me up at the waist and carried me on his hip. We approached a black-out SUV and the man opened the car door and shoved me in. POP! POP! POP! The shootout was still going on in the distance and I saw several men in black running out. The masked man climbed into the car behind me and the car started to speed away.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” I screamed in frustration. “LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!”

The man took up most of the back seat, he was that large and lumberjack yummy. He chuckled darkly and removed his mask.

My jaw dropped to the floor as I whispered “Damien?”