The Two Families

Chapter Ten

"You did what?" Amélie screamed, "I-I mean, thank you."

Luka laughed, "it's quite alright. Aarina told me a lot about you all."

"All good things I hope?" Jian asked.

"Of course. Only the best." He replied, shooting her one of his charming smiles.

Seeing Luka stand in my apartment looked so odd. I offered to make Luka coffee, but he denied telling me to pack clothes because he wanted me to spend the week at his house since he has to brief me on the rules of becoming a Mafia boss's assistant. I went into my room, shoving clothes into a suitcase. 

"So this is your room?" Luka said behind me.

"Yup," I replied, not turning around. I saw him sit down on my bed through my peripheral vision. He picked up the teddy bear that sat on my bed, holding it in his hands. Oh God, my boss is sitting on my bed, holding my bear. Let go of the bear, you bastard. 

"You sleep with a stuffed toy?" He asked, amusement lacing his voice. 

I snatched the toy from him, hitting him in the chest with it, "yes. There is nothing wrong with it."

"Right, of course. Happy 24th birthday again, by the way, Aarina."

I hit him on the arm while he laughed. I rolled my eyes, throwing clothes into the suitcase. 

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I was given a room in the Manor to stay in. Luka told me that I could leave the job whenever I wanted to if I felt uncomfortable. I told him that I don't want to be involved in anything too dangerous, to which he agreed.

"If you want to know more about what I do, then you should come with me. I'll take you to my best friend," Luka said, "wear something fancy."

I ended up wearing a silver dress that stopped right above my knees; it was a low cut, exposing my cleavage. That magical cream that was on my neck had healed my hickeys completely. I made my way downstairs. Luka's eyes ran down my body, eyeing the exposed part of my chest.

"Just one question before we go: are you straight?" He asked.

"W-what?" 

"Where we are going, you shouldn't be straight."

"N-no I am pansexual," I replied, heat rising in my face.

"Perfect."

He led me into the garage, opening the door for me to enter and began driving.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"Are you straight?" 

"No."

I felt my heart sink, "then?"

"I am omnisexual."

"What's that?"

"It is something similar to pansexuality, but there is a slight difference. Pansexuals are gender-blind, meaning they don't see genders; they mainly focus on personality or other things. Omnisexuals notice the genders; they just don't care. It's kind of hard to grasp, but it took me a long time to accept this fact."

Listening to Luka open up like that felt nice, maybe he was comfortable with me. The car stopped in front of a building called Zika's; it was a club. I could hear the music pulsing outside. People lined up outside the club, men and woman screaming at the bouncers to let them in. Luka opened the door for me, placing his hand on my lower back, pushing me in front of him. The bouncer looked at Luka before opening the door for us. The club was a rainbow of lights, with the scent of alcohol roaming the air. Men and woman sat on sofas drinking and talking. On the stage were poles. This is a strip club?! 

I looked at Luka, who caught my eye, "just saying, you may think she isn't your type, but she's everyone's type."

I wanted to question him but the lights turned off, a wave of excited screams erupted from the crowd; the music started.

It's a cold and crazy world that's raging outside,

A woman emerged on stage, wearing a short black dress, with fishnets and a choker.

Well, baby, me and all my girls are bringing on the fire,

The gorgeous woman walked forward on the stage, adding a bit of flair into her walk, making the crowd go nuts.

Show a little leg, got to shimmy your chest,

She bent down, running a hand over her leg, before standing straight. 

It's a life; it's a style, it's a need, it's burlesque,

She moved along with the beat, going down into a split. She then moved onto all fours, arching her back, giving everyone a good look at her figure. I cleared my throat, feeling the heat rise in me. She then moved onto the pole, dropping low. She walked off the stage, still shaking her body, getting dollar bills thrown at her. More people emerged on the stage; both men and woman. They all went to the poles and began dancing. My eyes searched for the woman in black, but I couldn't find her.

Suddenly, a woman dropped from the ceiling, wrapped in a cloth. It was the girl in black, doing aerial gymnastics, the same kind you'd see on talent shows. She tumbled and rolled, not fearing anything. I was mesmerised by the movement of this girl. She landed perfectly on the middle of the stage, just as the song's last note was sung, posing with her back up dancers all around her. Money was lying all over the floor, and alcohol was being served all around. 

Luka raised his glass at the woman in black; she caught his eye and ran off the stage.

"Luka!" She screamed, running and throwing her arms around him. He giggled, wrapping his arms around her. Luka giggled. Yes, the Luka Marino giggled.

"Aarina, this is Laura, my best friend. Laura, this is Aarina, my PA." Luka introduced.

"Nice to meet you," I said.

"Woah, Luka you never told me your PA was hot, can she be my PA?" Laura teased, smirking eyes roaming my body.

"I-" I trailed off.

"Wait is she straight? I'd be extremely disappointed if she is," she questioned.

"No, shes pan," Luka replied.

Her eyes shifted to me, glistening in the light, "perfect."

Luka drained his glass of alcohol before turning to us, "Laura, take her to have some fun."

"What?" I asked, looking at Luka with wide eyes.

"Oh, I am going to enjoy this a lot," Laura said slyly, "come on hot stuff, let's go."

She grabbed my wrist, pulling me after her.

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In case anyone wants to know, the song is called Express by Christina Aguilera.

Have a listen :)