Collateral Heart : Owned By The Mafia King

A club in downtown Miami was alive with neon lights and pulsating bass, the kind that seeped into the bones and made the night feel endless. Music thundered through the air, vibrating against glass walls and polished floors, while bodies swayed in synchronized chaos under shifting lights of violet and electric blue.

Tucked away in the lounge space sat four young women, effortlessly commanding attention without even trying. 

Unlike the others drowning themselves in glitter and extravagance, they were dressed casually—simple dresses, fitted tops, understated heels—yet their natural beauty and confident aura made them the undeniable focal point of the club.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was not just another group of girls out for fun. There was ambition in the way they carried themselves, a quiet pride earned through years of struggle and perseverance.

They laughed freely, their voices weaving together like old memories and shared victories. This was not just a night out. It was a celebration.

Mia rose from her seat, her glass of wine lifted high as the music briefly dipped. Her smile was radiant, eyes glowing with pride as she scanned the faces of the women she called family. “Ladies,” she began, her voice warm but steady, “this toast is for us—the fiercest, freshest, and hottest college graduates this city has ever seen.”

She paused, allowing their laughter to ripple through the group, then turned her gaze toward one particular woman seated comfortably on the couch. Her smile widened, softening with sincerity.

“But most importantly,” she continued, her gaze settling on one woman in particular, “this toast is for our sister, our backbone, and our inspiration—the woman who is about to step into her destiny as becoming the next CEO of Axiom Corporation.”

Elena blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly as emotion flickered across her face.

“I just want you to know,” Mia said, her tone deepening, “that we are incredibly proud of you. There’s no doubt—none at all—that you deserve every bit of this success after all the sleepless nights, sacrifices, and relentless hard work you put in. Just promise us one thing.”

Elena raised an eyebrow, amused.

“Don’t forget us when you’re sitting at the top of the corporate world,” Mia finished with a teasing grin. “Other than that, we’re with you until the very end of the road.” She raised her glass higher. “To Elena—and to us. Always.”

“CHEERS!”

Four glasses clinked together, crystal ringing sharply before the women downed their drinks in one go, laughter spilling freely.

Touched by the heartfelt speech, Elena stood up and wrapped Mia in a tight embrace. “Thank you so much, Mia,” she whispered softly into her ear.

Turning to face the others, Elena exhaled slowly, gathering herself. “You have no idea how much this means to me. I couldn’t have done any of this alone. Every time I wanted to quit, you were there. Every time I doubted myself, you reminded me who I was.”

She smiled softly. “And let’s be honest—you girls are like a stubborn infection I can’t get rid of even if I tried.”

“Hey!” Jessica protested dramatically. “That’s rude.”

“But accurate,” Stacy added calmly, sipping her drink.

Laughter filled the space again.

Elena truly meant every word. Through every failure, rejection, and late-night breakdown, her friends had been there. She trusted them completely, and she knew Mia’s words weren’t empty praise—they were truth.

“Oh please,” Jessica chimed in, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Your life would be absolutely miserable without us. And how do I know this?”

Elena glanced at her.

“Because we’ll make sure of it,” Jessica finished proudly.

 “Don’t sell yourself short, Elena,” Mia added gently. “Your success is the result of your own determination. We just stood on the sidelines and cheered.”

Elena smiled, warmth filling her chest as she returned to her seat. “Well, in that case,” she said playfully, “you girls are going to need to cheer a little harder—because I have more good news.”

Jessica nearly choked on her drink. “There’s more?”

“Out with it already!” she urged, bouncing impatiently.

“Jessica, breathe,” Stacy warned, grabbing her from behind. “You’ll suffocate her before she gets the chance to tell us the surprise..”

Stacy muttered, tugging Jessica back.

Jessica laughed awkwardly. “Sorry—I got carried away.”

Elena chuckled. Jessica’s boundless energy was something they’d long grown accustomed to. “It’s okay,” she said, reaching into her purse.

Slowly, deliberately, she pulled out her hand—now adorned with a brilliant diamond ring that caught the club lights and scattered them in dazzling fragments. She lifted her fingers slightly, allowing it to glimmer before their eyes.

“Derrick proposed last night,” Elena said softly, her voice trembling with excitement. “And I said yes.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air.

Then sqeauks erupted. 

The three women screamed simultaneously, drawing glances from nearby tables, though the pounding music quickly swallowed the noise.

Shrieks echoed through the lounge as the three women surged toward her, voices overlapping.

“You’re engaged?!”

“That ring—oh my God!”

“This is insane!”

“Yes,” Elena laughed, overwhelmed by their excitement. “I still can’t believe it myself.”

“Oh my God, it’s gorgeous,” Jessica gasped, grabbing Elena’s hand to inspect the ring like a prized artifact. “Derrick really didn’t hold back. I can tell this cost a fortune.”

“When did this happen?” Mia asked eagerly.

“Last night,” Elena replied, her smile glowing. “During our dinner date. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Well, consider us shocked,” Mia said, pulling her into another hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

Mia pulled her into another hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

“So when do we start wedding planning?” Jessica interrupted. “I’m talking dresses, venues, everything glamorous. I refuse to let you be anything less than the hottest bride in existence.”

Elena shook her head with a laugh. “Not just yet. I want to settle into the company first. You all know how much this position means to me.”

Stacy smirked. “Honestly, we were starting to think you’d marry your job instead. So I’m glad Derrick finally made a move.”

Elena giggled. “You can’t blame me. Those late nights paid off.”

“Well,” Jessica said, standing up and grabbing Elena’s hand, “tonight isn’t about work. We’re celebrating. All night.”

She dragged Elena toward the dance floor as the others followed, their laughter dissolving into the thunderous music. In a club already alive with noise, no one noticed them—but for Elena, the night marked the beginning of a future she never dared to dream would arrive so soon.