The Chains: Temptations

26 - Tipsy

Also a PSA! I will be changing "Madelyn's"(the FMC)  into the name into "Mara". Simply because I don't like the name Madelyn anymore and it doesn't fit the story. And to note that the previous chapters have been altered, so RIP Mads x

MARA

The booming intense music kept ringing my ears making my headaches ten times more painful to even blink.

I sip my cocktail, apparently it's called. Slurped away to clear away the thoughts.

The coke and vodka was a little bit spicy but I handled it like a pro. I like spice anyway.

I kept slurping on this tiny straw to somehow stop thinking about what just happened. Arlo and what he said to me.

Shivers crawled down my spine as I heard his last words chant in my head, "As long as your ass is riding on my dick," I may not know what that meant but I heard my butt being mentioned alongside his gentiles being mentioned too.

Men are truly disgusting. But my life can't get enough of them.

Sir Robert, Marcus, Nico, Rico, and now Arlo.
I thought Miami would be different, but it at least I don't get physically abuse anymore.

I can't believe Nico let me do that. All for him. He didn't even thank me, no traces of sympathy or an apology from him. That will be the last thing I'll for him.

He definitely killed Arlo in that room because Nico had just pulled out his gun from his back.

But why? Why kill him? Why does he have the audacity to kill?

I live with a killer. I thought I ran away to get away from people like Sir Robert but here I am.

I sigh, all of the sudden it's getting hot in here.

I could've went home with Doug after I've been dismissed but now I'm sitting on a stool with my elbows smushed onto the bar, palms on my cheeks and sucking the life out of my third drink just because I wanted to know how it tasted because Arlo stopped me from doing so in the beginning.

I never thought I'd be drinking alcohol after that hell house.

Sir Robert would tank up on some vodka and whiskey then beat me when I least expected it, but here I am.

I let out a harsh huff as I turn my attention onto Doug who's been standing for the entire twenty minutes with his eyes glued to his phone also aware of his surroundings. "Doug why don't you just sit down." He glances at me with a side eye. He's a tiny bit grumpy but I can fix that. I sloppily wave my hand in the air for him to sit by me, "C'mon Nico isn't here watch—"

"Don't you think you had enough to drink?" Doug spits out. "You're on your third one already, slow down munchkin." My face forms a frown at his unnecessary name calling.

"Why would you call me that?" I didn't like being called a small person by any means, especially when I was once at school. Maybe it was for a short amount of time but it was the only time I had experienced the real world before I got myself here.

I figured out I was a premature baby as I we learnt briefly about prematurity in class not in-depth though, at eight years old. I raised my hand in class, offering everyone in the room knowledge that I was a premature baby as I saw the signs in myself.

Big mistake Mara. Big mistake.

After that, all the kids in my class made fun of me, teasing me for my height, calling me too short when they were all short themselves at eight years of age.

Freaking hypocrites.

"Because you look like one." Doug voice cooled over me, I keep my eyes pierced into his and gift him a nasty look.

What was this, jerk-ville? I need to remember that these people aren't nice to be making friends with.

I turn my head behind me to looks at the naked women dancing and swinging on the poles that I couldn't believed what I had saw when we reached at the entrance. I can't believe this is the "club" he owns. So he tells these women to dance naked in front of dirty men just for business? Gosh.

Men were throwing their money at the dancers but my eyes stopped trailing when I spot a familiar big muscular man in the distance.

Nico.

He sat down amongst other men in black dress shirts. Nico's hand occupied with a tumbler glass filled with whiskey as a naked woman shakes and grinds her ass against him, then proceeds to sit on his lap and smears her lips onto his neck..

I would say that it doesn't impact but I can't. It infuriates me.

So I decide to get up from the stool only for me to wobble in my heels causing me to almost crash onto the floor. "Oops." Once I let that out, I hear Doug sighing in a disappointed tone.

I stomp my way to the centre as the music blares louder and louder, causing a rhythmic thumping overload my eardrums.

I don't think when my palm grasps onto an unoccupied pole and move in the rhythm of the music like the other dancers were doing.

I'd been watching them the whole time that I've memorised their sequence of movements.

I'm not paying attention to anyone else just the pole and me, but I'd be lying if I don't feel like I have a million of eyes planted on me right now.

But I keep grooving to the rhythm—kept moving along the pole like they were doing because I felt good and I looked, which is rare to feel. No one is hear to tell me otherwise. No Madam Ana nor Sir Robert to call a tramp or a whore.

I close my eyes to completely block out those people who were whistling or either shouting, "You're so sexy baby!" I wasn't doing it for them, I did it for myself.

I felt reckless.

As I continued to drag my body on the pole and moving my hips, I felt a grip on my arm. And just like that I snapped open my eyes and moved them around to see who it was.

I saw the same man with that remarkable scar slashed across his eye. Nico. His brows furrowed in rage.

I've never seen him this angry.

He pulls me away from the pole after I've just held it hostage with my palm in protest. "Let go of me, you murderer!" I hiss at him. I try to shove him and rip his arm off mine but it was too muscular and thick for my miniature hand to even grasp onto it as he moved.

But he stills drags me out of the grand centre like I'm some sort of rag doll.

"Nico let go off me, you bastard!" With all the fluid in my system, my words are as nasty as my actions. It had just released out of my mouth like butter.

Nico solidifies his grip onto my wrist even denser, not enough to hurt me but just enough to let me know that he didn't like what he had just heard.

Am I suppose to act like I care? Sure, I'm acting irrational and erratic but he deserves it and I wish I had shown it earlier.

"Don't you think you had enough trying to fit in?" His words felt rubbing salt on my skin. His tone and words taunt me as I feel like my mind is overwhelmed with this fast motion.

"What is wrong...wi...th.." His words kept fading as my vision started to blur. And the only thing that is stoping me from face planting floor is Nico's super strong grip on my wrist.

Confusion washes over me as my head becomes light and my legs start to give out.

I stumble my each step whilst Nico still had his fixed grip on me as I'm aware of the way my blood was thrumming in my ears nonstop.

"Sto.." My words come to a pause when my vision bleeds tiny black dots that grows my confusion.

And those black dots just swell and swell until my vision weald and I can't see no longe-