Rival Gangs

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Chapter 4

Xander's POV;

Ughhh why can't I get her out of my head. I've been pacing back and forth in my office for the past hour thinking about that little spitfire. No one and I mean NO ONE has ever talked to me like that before but her. She intrigued me, I don't know if it was her attitude, her confidence or her bravery. Interrupting my thoughts, I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I shout, and walks in Scar.

"Dude! Why the hell are you pacing around?!" He questioned.

"Nothing!" I yell trying to calm my nerves.

"Chill just asking, clearly you don't want to talk about it."

Scar has always known when I wanted to talk about something or not. Me Aiden and Scar have always been like brothers. But it's the same with the whole mafia , when we aren't working we are all like a big family and would do anything for each other. When Scar was a young boy no older than 5 me and my dad spotted him under a car covered in blood. We don't know what really happened but after the explosion Scar went into a coma and lost his memory. After the Incident he doesn't remember a thing about his parents. Ever since then me and my parents took him in and treated him like family. A couple years later when I took over the mafia I made Scar my right hand, it only made sense if I made him my right hand since he's the one I trust the most along with Aiden. I sit down on my office chair while Scar sits on the opposite of the chair. As soon as he sits down he says..

"I still can't believe that girl talked to you like that." I glare at him as he tries to hold back a laugh.

I just roll my eyes.

"Unless she doesn't know who I am." I say deep in thought. What if she really doesn't know who I am?

"Nah can't be, everyone knows who you are." Scar says.

"I mean who cares now, not like we will ever see her again." I say.

Boy was I wrong.

I change the subject and ask,

"Wanna go to the club? I could really use a drink tonight."

He nods.

We go and change and head out to the club. Aiden would've usually come with us but he had a family matter to attend to. Once we walk into the club the music is blasting through the speakers and people dancing. Me and Scar head over to our usual spots and call the bartender over and order a whiskey neat same with Scar. After the bartender gives us our drinks he hurries back as fast as he can. I love the effect I have on people. I then notice a familiar blonde/brunette girl dancing in the crowd wearing a very tight and short dress which immediately sends my mind and body to rage. She turns around and meets eyes with me and stares with the same fire in her eyes. She just rolls her eyes and keeps dancing. How can I not have any effect on her?

When a guy walks up behind her and starts dancing she dances with him without any objections, my blood starts to boil.
Why does she have this effect on me? Before I even know what I'm doing, I stalk over to them and punch the guy out cold. She just stares in shock at what just happened. I grab her arm and start dragging her out of the club with burning rage. She looks at her friend asking for help but I just glare at her friend and she immediately stops walking towards us.

Once she starts sobering up, I see a very pissed off girl but I look at her with the same intensity.

"Why did you drag me out?!!" She says angrily.

But I just stare at her. What I say next shocks me..
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