Dup Mafia Romance

She walks in as if she's the most expensive liquor bottle in this place.  
 
You know the kind I'm talking about, the top-shelf dark kind. Always chilled.  
 
The minute those legs walked through the door; I knew it was her.  
 
She must have realized that I was staring because she caught my eyes.  
 
Samantha Nashon, is a sight to behold.  
 
Curvy where she's supposed to be curvy and those legs. Legs that went all the way around, letting a man know she was ready for the ride.  
 
The last time Samantha and I had our moment was the last time I ever heard from her.  
 
That was eight years ago. Eight years since I had those lips around dick.  Eight damn years since I felt her clench around me. I'm getting hard just thinking about it.  
 
Now she walks in here with her arm around another man.  
 
That means nothing to me. Tonight, we're going to get reacquainted.  
 
“What would you like?” That came from Kiki.  
Kiki's a good girl, but she has a dark side to her. She likes to leave marks, and only Samantha leaves marks on this body.  
 
“Nothing right now, doll.” I said to her, knowing she loves to be called a doll when I'm pounding away in her.  
 
I've lost Samantha somewhere in the crowd.  
 
There's another set of eyes I didn't really wanna see and here she comes.  
 
“Frank.”  
 
What is it about her saying my name's just grating my nerves?  
 
“Frank, you can act like you do not see me, but we're gonna get something straight here.”  
 
“What is it, Bethany?” I breathe out.  
 
“You owe me from the last gig. I sang my heart out for those slobs, and you gave me half of what you owe me.” She stood there with this look on her face as if what she said goes.  
 
Trying to be menacing.  
 
I recall that night; she was well paid with money and my body. I remember her hitting a note that the dog across the street heard.  
 
“Bethany, not tonight.”  
 
She was about to say something, and I cut her off with one of my looks.  
 
You know the look that says if you fuck with me, you be Fucked. She saw the look and recognized it.  Her eyes widened, and she decided the best course of action was to bring this up at another time. She huffed, bringing her tits up into view. They are nice, a handful.  
 
She turned on her heels, and the best thing about Bethany was the back. Naturally big, something that a man my size can sink into.  
 
I went back to searching the club for Samantha, and that's when I heard, “It's been a long time, Frank.”  
 
I know that voice and her scent. I don't even turn around.  
 
“Yes Sam, it's been a long time.”  
 
She walked around to sit on the opposite side of my table so where you can see eye to eye.  
 
She wants something else she wouldn't be here. She's not gonna get it unless I get what I want and she knows that.  
 
“Sitting here by yourself frank? I never pictured you by yourself.”  
 
She never pictured me by myself. That's right when we met, I had my tongue down just nice little number.  
 
“What do you want Sam?” I asked her so I could watch her every movement.  
 
She licked her lips exactly the way she knew it drove me crazy, so it must be something really big for her to be here. I'm not going to make this easy for her.  
 
“You wanna drink Sam?”  
 
She nodded her head and I signal for Kiki to come back over. Kiki had the most beautiful smile, but when she saw Sam, you could tell she did not like her.  
 
“Kiki get her a white wine and me my usual.” I didn't want that look on Kiki's face. She didn't deserve to be upset. So I took her hand, pulled her down, and gave her a kiss that I knew made her wet.  
 
She stood up a little dazed and I gave her a little pat on the ass and sent her on her way.  
“Like I said, Frank, I never picture you alone.”  
“Tell me why are you here Sam.”  
 
“I need you to take care of a problem.”  
 
I waited longer than comfort was allowed.  
She wanted me to ask what the problem was.  
“I need you to take out Marto.”  
 
“It's gonna cost you Sam. Are you willing to pay the price?”  
 
She signaled for the man that she walked in with to come near. He handed her, her purse and she pulled out $20 hundred dollor bills.  
 
I will definitely take the money, but that's not the only way she'll pay me. I lean in to ensure that she understands what will transpire for this hit.  
 
“I'll take care of your problem, and you will be mine.”  
 
She looked at me, and the realization of what I had said finally sunk in as her eyes widened to what the agreement would entail.  
“Yes” she whispered  
 
I barely heard the acceptance to make sure there is no misunderstanding she will say it again.  
 
“Samantha Nashon I will own you if we do this agreement?”  
 
She took a deep breath and said clearly, “we are in agreement.”  
 
My second came to the table leaned over and whisper to me, “we have a situation.”  
 
I turned and looked at “Me” and that damn devil of a red eye. I knew something was going to go off tonight.