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Chapter One ~ Marco
“Who is that stone cold fox over by the bar?” I nudged my older brother Antonio with my elbow.
He turned from the person he’d been talking to. “I think that’s Camila Garcia. Her dad is a lieutenant. She’s been around forever.”
“Well, I never noticed her before. She’s fucking hot.” I walked away as my brother rolled his eyes at me and turned his attention back to whomever he’d been talking to before.
I was on the opposite side of the dance floor from her when I noticed her. I think my brother was full of shit when he said she'd been around forever. There was a wedding every other weekend, and I would have noticed her before.
She stood by the bar, talking to her friends in her tight red dress. Her caramel-colored hair was pinned on the sides but flowed down her back, almost to her ass. Her hourglass shape filled out the dress nicely, and I wasn't the only guy in the room checking her out.
I wanted to punch them all or put on a sign on her that said 'Property of Marco Bravo.' No one would mess with her. My brother and I ran this cartel.
I walked her and her friends a little longer. I never had trouble picking up chicks, but I was nervous about talking to her. I would make my move when the perfect time came.
I started to wander closer, and when I was about to approach her, the group of girls shrieked and headed out to the dance floor when some Ed Sheeran song came on. Fuck.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and watched the girls dance and sing along to the music. Camila definitely knew how to move that tight body of hers. I found myself getting hard, thinking about her moving like that on top of me naked so I could cup those gorgeous tits of hers.
Our eyes met, and she looked away really fast. Shit. She caught me watching her. I didn't care. I had my sights set on her tonight, and I always got what I wanted.
She caught my eye again, and I grinned at her. She winked in return, and my smile got even bigger. I loved a woman that didn't back down. Sometimes people were intimidated by who I was, especially females. But, nothing was hotter to me than a strong woman.
The girls danced for a few more songs. I swore Camila started to move even sexier now that she knew I was watching her. Finally, a slow song came on, and the group came off the dance floor. As they headed to the bar, I stopped Camila.
“Would you like to dance?”
She smiled at me, and I noticed her emerald green eyes twinkling in the ballroom lighting.
"Sure." She offered me her hand, and I led her back to the dance floor. I pulled her into my arms, probably closer than I should have since we didn't know each other, but I didn't care. She didn't argue either.
Camila fit nicely against my 6'3" frame, and I hoped she couldn't feel my cock on her thigh. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I had a great view of her cleavage. She was probably about half a foot shorter than me - the perfect height.
"I'm Marco." I hated to assume everyone knew who I was. My brother Antonio acted that way, and he always seemed like such a pompous asshole.
“I know. Everyone knows who the Bravo brothers are.” Her hand came up and played with the hair at the base of my neck. “I’m Camila.”
“I know.” I shrugged.
Her eyes widened. “You know who I am?”
"Truth be told, I didn't know before tonight. My brother told me."
She shook her head. “I can’t believe he knows either. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
“He didn’t say it was bad, so I think you’re in the clear,” I chuckled.
I glanced up and noticed a few men and women watching us. I should have been used to it by now, but sometimes I hated the attention. I couldn't always get away with things other people could since everyone knew who I was.
I pulled Camila even closer to me, leaning down. My hand around her waist was dangerously close to her ass. I took a deep breath, taking in the smell of her shampoo or perfume. She smelled like lilacs, and it reminded me of when I was a kid, playing around in our backyard full of lilac trees - they were my mother's favorite.
When the slow song ended, I reluctantly pulled away but kept her hand in mine. "Let's get a drink at the bar."
We went up to the bar and sat down. I wanted to learn all about Camila, but we were at a wedding, and the people around us wanted to party. So before I knew it, we were doing shots and playing some drinking games. I loved to hear her laugh - it was like music to my ears and was infectious.
We made our way out to the dance floor again during a faster song. We sang along and basically acted like fools. My brother sat off to the side, serious and not having any fun. I was going to get a lecture later that I should set a better example.
Fuck that.
I had a gorgeous girl by my side, and I would have a good time.
Another slow song came on, and I pulled Camila into my arms. She was laughing and breathless as she wrapped her arms around my neck. A couple of songs ago, she pulled her long hair up into a high ponytail, revealing her neck.
As we swayed to the music, I bent down and nuzzled her neck with my lips. I heard her breath catch in her throat, and I had an idea. I turned my head, my lips on her ear. "Let's get out of here."
