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didn't disappoint.
    No sooner had I climbed inside when she walked right by me. Her eyes were looking everywhere.  That's right, baby, search for me. See only me.
    She walked next to me and then stopped, her eyes trying to get a look inside the car I was sitting in. Lucia tilted her head to the side and through squinted eyes searched all around for the something she’d seen. No dice. Too bad for her my windows were tinted all black and impossible to see through at night.
    “Come on, Miss White…it’s time to get our party on,” one of her readers declared. It was followed by choruses of “ hell, yeah” and “bring on the liquor” from others.
    They all piled into the awaiting van, and you could see most of them already wearing the effects of the alcohol consumed with dinner. The entire group, including my girl, danced in their seats as they drove down to Club Mansion. I followed them just a few cars back and laughed at their antics. It was cute.
    People in the cars around them, through heavy traffic, were amazed by the rowdy bunch and cheered them on.
    Only in Miami, I tell you.

Six
     
    The music was thumping as I entered the club. From my understanding, the group was already being seated in the upper level VIP lounge, and was well on their way to enjoying their first of many complimentary bottles of tequila.
    The latest club banger from a popular male Cuban artist had just begun to play, and almost every person in the room walked towards the dance floor. Bodies swayed—hips grinding and lips singing the catchy tune, that now had become an instant favorite of mine.
    She was on the floor when I approached—in the middle to be exact—with quite a large fan base watching her every sway. Never had I seen a pair of hips move so enticingly to a beat. It was almost as if the conga and drum beat flowed through her veins.
    She was the envy of all women in the room and a temptation to all men.
    No one saw me as I made my way across the room and stood behind her. Mere feet away by the bathrooms, I hid and watched my girl dance. Witnessed her be propositioned and turn every motherfucker down.
    Good girl.
    Lucia stayed on that floor for nearly an hour straight, only stopping because she was signaled over by her friend from Arizona. She held Lucia’s phone in her hands; it’d been ringing nonstop for the past five minutes. All calls had come from me.
    It was time.
    “Your phone's vibrating, chicky,” she yelled over the loud music. “We were going to ignore it, but it kept ringing. We didn’t know if it was an emergency or not.”
    On your mark.
    “Let me see.” Lucia opened the screen of her phone and sighed. “It’s a friend. She’s supposed to make it tonight.  Ah shit, she needs me to call her. Fuck, I hope she isn't canceling.”
    Set.
    “Call her; I'm sure she just needs directions.” With a nod and her phone tightly gripped in her hands, Lucia walked right into my trap.
    Mine.
    Her back was to me when I reached her, concentrating on the phone call she was attempting to make—a call that would never be answered. My hands took hold of her tiny waist and pulled her flush against my chest, her back to my front. Her body stiffened and her mouth opened to let out a scream.
    “Don’t,” I whispered against her throat before laying a small tender kiss beneath her ear. “I will release you in a minute, baby, but I won't be letting you go. No screaming. There’s no need to be afraid.”
    “Please, don’t hurt me.”
    “I could never.” Another kiss and then a gentle bite on that sensitive area beneath her ear. For someone so afraid, she never attempted to push me away. Instead , she stood there and followed instructions like a good girl.
    “Then let me go,” she begged, and I smiled. She’d be begging for an entirely different reason soon. 
    “You captured me with your words, Miss White. Motherfucking ruined me, and I only think it’s fair that I return the favor. I’m yours, if you’ll have