"Cover your self little angel, or the devil might be end up covered in blood...
not his, but men who are watching you right now"
Sebastian's POV
The club was a frenzy of lights and noise, but my mind was far from the party. As soon as I walked in, I noticed Esmeralda. It was hard to miss her, even with the crowd. The way she moved through the sea of people, her skimpy outfit barely covering her, made my blood boil.
I tried to enjoy the evening with my friends, but my eyes were constantly drawn to her. Every time she bent over to pick up a glass or deliver an order, I could see the way the other guys looked at her. It was infuriating.
We were seated at a table near the bar, and I could see her working hard, running around, trying to keep up with the demands of the customers. But what really pissed me off was how the guys at the tables around us seemed to take every opportunity to ogle her. It was like they were treating her like a piece of meat.
I tried to focus on my friends, laughing along and making small talk, but my irritation grew with each passing minute. My friends were oblivious, more interested in the drinks and the music, but I was consumed by what I was seeing.
At one point, Esmeralda approached a table just a few feet away from us. I watched as one of the guys reached out to touch her arm, his eyes lingering a little too long. I could feel my jaw clench as she forced a smile and quickly moved away. The whole thing was making me seethe with anger.
I leaned over to my friend Mark, muttering, "Can you believe this place? Look at the way those guys are treating her."
Mark followed my gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Whoa, man. Relax. It's just a club. People act like idiots here."
I shook my head. "It's not just that. I don't like seeing her like this, with everyone watching her. It's... wrong."
Mark looked at me, sensing the seriousness in my tone. "Alright, alright. I get it. Just chill. Let's enjoy the night."
But I couldn't chill. I kept my eyes on Esmeralda, unable to look away. Every time she moved, every time a guy's gaze followed her, it drove me nuts. I couldn't stand the thought of her being treated like that, like she was some kind of trophy to be admired.
I could see the exhaustion in her eyes, and it only fueled my frustration. I wanted to pull her away from all of this, take her somewhere where she wouldn't have to deal with the stares and the unwanted attention. The possessive part of me was raging, unable to accept the way she was being treated.
As the night wore on, I tried to keep my cool, but every time she was near, I felt that possessive rage bubbling up again. I knew I had to do something, but what? The whole situation was driving me crazy.
Whenthe club finally started to wind down, I decided it was time to get out ofthere. I couldn't stand being around so many people, and I definitely couldn'tstand the thought of Esmeralda being subjected to this night after night. Ineeded to figure out how to handle this, but for now, all I wanted was to getaway from this place and clear my head
YOU ARE READING
The Mafia King's Bride
Romance"You came," Sebastian whispered, his voice a mix of relief and desperation as he clung to Esmeralda, hiding his face in her hair. "I can't breathe without you, Esmeralda... I'm not okay. Please, don't ever leave me."
