The Mafia's Puppy

PROLOGUE
In the fanciest nightclub of La Nostra Terra, Italy, a girl is seen with a group of other girls, dancing and swaying their hips to the raucous rock beats.
She’s the center of attention, commanding every man’s center with each sway of her curvaceous hips. Every man in the nightclub wants a moment with her, but at the same time, they’re terrified to go close to her. So they just watch from a distance, wondering what she is doing in a nightclub, as she never comes to one.
When the night ends, the girl takes one last drink, and it gets her intoxicated. She excuses herself and heads for the restroom but loses her way and winds up in the suites.
Helplessly, she clings to the walls, fighting to pull herself together. But her head is thumping so hard, and it feels like it’s going to explode. She takes off her heels and squats in the hallway, hoping one of her friends will come to her rescue. She prays that her sister finds her here and takes her home. But no one comes to her rescue.
She feels frightened by the ogling of the men that pass the hallways. Tears trickle down her eyes as she regrets coming to the nightclub. She shouldn’t have let them convince her to come here. But then, she needed to celebrate her graduation. Still, coming here clearly isn’t worth it.
Slowly, she picks herself up and staggers into one of the rooms to rest for the night. Maybe tomorrow, she’ll feel better, and this night will be a forgotten nightmare. Maybe, or maybe not.