Page 6 of Giovanni the Savage

My heartbeat starts kicking up, and I can feel my fight instinct kicking in.

When I'm about to retort, I feel him shoved away from me sharply. Even from the music, I can register the gasps of the other clubbers. I turn around and face the back of a tall man. He's so freaking tall I have to tilt my head backward. His back is clothed with a leather jacket, and he's heaving and staring at the creep on the floor.

"What part of stop don't you understand?" my savior asks sharply, squatting to stare at the creep.

"Who told you she wasn't enjoying it?" the man says, his voice laced with fear.

My savior delivers a sharp punch to his throat as he pulls him up by the collar.

"Are you hard of hearing?" my savior asks. "What part of stop don't you understand?"

I can't see the creep anymore because his body is so big it's shielding me, but I take in his back features. His hair is gelled black, and he's wearing a pair of jeans that hug his ass.

Wrong timing, Luna.

"Fuck, man. It's just a joke. I'm sorry." The creep wheezes, grappling for his life.

"The joke will be you spending your night in jail for assault."

The creep's eyes widen at his words, and I almost laugh when tears form in his eyes.

"Now, when I let you go, run as fast as you can. I don't want to see your face ever again," my savior commands, to which his prey nods eagerly.

With a thud, he lets his prey go as the creep scrambles out of the club.

My savior doesn't turn around, even when the creep leaves.

He still seems to be panting, and I find myself doing the same. I'm relieved he stepped in when he did, or I don't know what would happen next. However, curiosity is nestled in a small part of my heart, along with the relief.

Who is he, and why did he take it so personally? Maybe he's club security, but he's not wearing the uniform.

I want to walk up to him to see his face, but I don't have to.

He takes one last inhale and turns to face me, and I can only wonder why I haven’t gotten into trouble a lot sooner.

CHAPTER TWO – Giovanni

I twist my neck to the side and sigh when I hear the satisfying crack. It's really the only thing that can calm me down now. My blood is still boiling with anger as I stare at the spot the scumbag was sprawled on before he ran away.

She had my attention from the second she walked through the doors, giggling with her friend. I even took a seat on the platform for a better view. She was a mixture of exhilarated and uneasy. But what had caught my attention was her aura.

There's something about it. This girl is perfect, with a sinful body and graceful stride. I know I wasn't the only one staring. And the best part is that she was utterly oblivious to the attention.

When she stumbled onto the dance floor, I was tempted to offer her a dance but stopped short when I had a business call.

Just ten minutes into the call, I came back to a random guy groping her.

Now, I can feel her eyes on me. I know she's curious about why I did that, fuck me if I know.

I square my shoulders and turn around to face her. She's a head shorter than me, so she has to tilt to look up at me. The second our eyes meet, a spark flickers for a second.

Her eyes are a deep, rich brown, and long lashes fan her cheeks when she blinks. Her skin is flawless, her pouty lips are parted slightly as she takes me in. Her warm eyes run down my body, and I can feel the heat in her gaze as she takes me in.

Neither of us speaks for what seems to be forever, and while I'm still baffled at my muteness, I'm grateful for hers because my eyes are running down her curves now.

The song changes to a ‘90s hip-hop song, and I don't think before I speak.

"May I have this dance?"

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