Emilia

05: Emilia

-Emilia-

A sudden burst of laughter exploded from my mouth and I leaned forward, my hair curtaining my face as my body shook with each giggle. I raised my head back up to look at Salvatore who was doing everything but laughing.

"Stripping? Are you kidding me? You think I-of all people- could strip?" I chuckled softly at him as I took a deep breath in.

"Yes, you are very talented." He told me and I narrowed my eyes at him as the grin slowly faded from my lips.

"You don't even know me." I told him sternly and he smiled at me like I was incorrect.

"I know everything about you from your first name down to your favorite color." He smirked at me and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh yeah? What is it?" I asked him smugly as I grinned at him. I just knew this question was going to prove that he was lying because it was a trick question. I don't have a favorite color.

"Emilia you don't have a favorite color. When you were little you used to cry because you felt bad for the other colors who never got chosen as favorites so you swore that you would love all colors equally." He told me and I widened my eyes. There was no possible way that he could've known any of that.

"How did you-"

"Like I said Emilia. I know everything about you." He cut me off with a cocky smirk and I gulped. I guess I should have expected this, coming from a man who was capable of doing powerful things.

"Okay, you've convinced me but I'm still not even cut out to be a stripper. I mean have you met me? I'm literally the weakest person I know." I told him as I shook my head.

"A weak person wouldn't have risked their life for a piece of shit like Ryan. You had guts to save him even after everything he's done to you. Personally, I would've let him get shot." He shrugged at the last sentence and I laughed softly at the facial expression. In a way, he was right. I think of myself as a weak person because I was always too scared to talk back to Ryan or do anything that he didn't approve of.

"I should've let him get shot.." I mumbled under my breath. If I would have just stayed in the room, possibly hid in the closet, I wouldn't even be here right now. I'd probably be back at the apartment with Ryan's dead body laying in the living room and then I'd get mixed in with the police and my life would be even crazier than what it was. But at least I'd live a life that's Ryan free.

"Okay let's say I do agree to stripping. I still don't know a single thing about how to actually strip." I told him and he scratched the side of his face in thought.

"You can learn the ways. I'll have one of my workers teach you." He explained and I sighed. He was never going to give up on this idea.

"Wait so I'd be working at your club?" I scoffed at him. He really expects me to work for him?

"It's either you strip or become a maid Emilia. There's no other option unless you want me to put a bullet in your brain." He told me flatly and I raised a brow at him. Being a maid wouldn't be so bad considering I was already one for Ryan. I did all the duties that maids would do which is why I will have to decline that offer of doing it again. I cannot go back to that tiring lifestyle. Being dead doesn't sound like fun either.