It's been a while since I last saw that bastard. He beat the shit out of my best friend and I was defenceless to help him with Mariano holding me back.
Cameron was in hospital for around a week, at one point he slipped into a coma momentarily only to wake up a few minutes after. He didn't get too badly hurt besides a broken nose and minor bruises but the loss of blood caused him to fall in and out of consciousness.
Since he got loaded into the ambulance I haven't left his side other than to get some food every now and then. Today is his first time by himself since he got beat up by he who shall not be named, I need to keep reassuring myself he will be ok since he's practically healed by now. Well, besides his nose.
I can't help but worry about Cameron as I'm doing my job, dancing my little routine which Phoenix has been teaching me. Recently one of the girls, Alice, broke her ankle so we have been slightly short on dancers but I certainly don't mind the extra tips. The stage gives me the confidence I need, the praise from all the men and of corse an extra few dollars.
Tonight has been particularly busy, the regular business men in all their suits nagging for more drinks, the stage surrounded by men, and some women, their pockets filled with dollar bills. I'm currently on call for a dance if any of them get tired or need a break and I'm serving around the stages in my tiny little outfit which only just covers what it needs too.
Paranoia fills my body as I could of sworn I saw Mariano within the suited men that fill the area. He's the least bad out of all of them although I still don't want to risk it with him and his little games, I've had my share go kidnap someone else bitch. Suddenly I hear a familiar clacking of heals against the floor coming towards me, Phoenix.
"You're up girl. I need a smoke." Nodding I rush backstage to change my shoes into some sparkly red heals to match my waitress outfit and the red lace that lays underneath. The crowd starts to get a roudy as I'm finishing up my makeup, slightly rushing, we don't want a grumpy crowd, they don't tip as well.
I take a big breath standing behind the curtain preparing my self for the number Phoenix taught me, stepping out I'm surrounded by the cheers and whistles of men as I strut to the pole that's centre stage and blow a kiss before grabbing it tightly a doing a few intricate moves and spins before dropping to the floor in a split, that gets the crowd going.
Sliding my legs together I lay face down on the floor and push my ass up arching my back for them all too see. I scan their faces while continuing on with my dance hoping I don't see the one person I dread to see, but instead a not so familiar face catches my eye. Brown straight hair, kind of long, pulled into curtains framing his face perfectly, perfectly tan to go with his bright blue eyes and quiet skinny frame. He's gorgeous, like something sculpted by Michael Angelo himself.
I keep my eyes locked with his as I finish the dance with a wink in his direction as he smiles throwing a few bills my way as I leave the stage to go back to regular service/bartender life, making and serving all the drinks but I am stopped by no other than Ben, one of the stage workers who handles that side of the bar. He hands me my money "Fair lot you made here pumpkin. Even got a request for a private dance if you're down? Extra $50 for 30 mins?"
Who could want a dance? I hope it's blue eyes and not who I think it is...
"Sure, do you know who it was?"
"His name is Matteo, he's tanned brown curtains, blue eyes. I think he's Spanish or Italian or something?"
"Send him to room 3 in 5" I exclaim making my way to the room full of joy, this boy was something else. He is more beautiful then anyone could ever imagine. My mind wonders to gorgeous places just thinking about him and his stunning looks. My cloud of thought shortly popped to nothing by a knock at the door.
"Hello Matteo, how are you?" I stand making my way over to hum and guiding him to ther chair where I once sat seconds ago. "I'm doing so good, especially after that dance. Holy shit, I must say you have some moves. Best I've seen since well..." he drift off trying to think of an answer to his own question only to come up with nothing.
Slowly I get closer and circle him slightly, running my left hand along his chest as I travel behind him my right hand joining the other on his chest as I whisper seductively in his ear. Moving back in front of him I start to remove my coverings revealing the lace underneath.
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I watch from the camera's as she dances away for this random man, it takes everything in me not to storm down there and shoot him between the eyes, taking her and keeping her for myself. Who let her to this side of the club? I had strict orders that she was to stay at the bar where it's harder for other men to look at her beautiful body. Harder for them too see her, touch her with the bar in between. I never cleared this why did no one run this by me it's my fucking club!
She dances in next to no clothes, parading around her body that I fucking own. She should not be showcasing all that for some other guy! fuck it. I storm out of my office down stairs to the corridor where the private rooms are held all the way until room three where I unlock the door with my master key barging in to see her ass on full display just inches away from me. If I just took one step... no. You can't do that, she hates you.
Lifting her head she locks eyes with me, hers slowly filling with fear as her back straightens with my presence. "GET OUT." I beam at the helpless man before us who scatters out as quickly as possible and I make a mental note to kill him later. I take his place in the chair after locking the door with my precious Rose inside.
"I'll pay five times what he did." Knowing full well she won't accept it but- "ok"
"What?" Completely taken back by the fact she actually said yes. "I said ok look Ace, I don't know what your fucking problem is but I'm just trying to do my job so I can pay for Cameron's fucking medical bills since sOmEoNe fired him and then decided to bash his face in! Let's just get this over with." She says holding her hand out to me expecting payment.
Reaching into my suit pocket I hand her the biggest wad of cash that I had on me, definitely more than five times and definitely more than enough to pay those bills. I feel awful for what I did to her, I don't care about her friend, but I upset her. I upset my Rose. My Rose who stands in front of me baffled at the amount of money in her hand.
"Well then?" I ask expectantly. She backs up gripping the money tighter. Slowly she reaches the door struggling to find the handle without breaking eye contact, as if I don't see what she's doing. She expects me to be so lost in her eye contact, so distracted that I don't see she's trying to fucking escape me once again. I don't think so princepessa I'm keeping my eyes on you this time.
A call forces me to break the eye contact as I look down to see who is going to waste my time today. Just as I return my gaze to her she slips through the door. Fuck. I get up and start to go after her, you aren't getting away this time Mi Amore. My focus only on her as I push past several other men who are staring at her barely clothed body as she slips past them. "Sir." Dante blocks me from getting to Rose. "What!?" I'm practically fuming as I shove him to side keeping her in my view still chasing her but at a slowed pass so Dante can keep up "There's someone from a neighbouring gang in your office he wants to make a deal with you."
"Shoot him in the head and send the body back to where ever he came from I don't have time for this. Will you help me!!" Gesturing to Rose. He fiddles with an ear piece falling behind. As I pick up the pace, she's nearly out of sight. Shit. She closed in on the back exit.
Just as she nearly makes it glancing over her shoulder to look if I'm still after her, she runs straight into the door, only it isn't the door, It's Mariano. Finally Dante can do something right.
As I near them, now slowing my pace, Mariano hold up a cloth looking to me for approval. I nod. She's looking at me unaware of what's happening behind her, those beautiful hazel
eyes full of fear. He takes a hold of her around the top of her arms securely so she can't escape again, she thrashes around in his arms trying desperately to escape.
I hear as he whispers into her ear, a small apology for his actions.
"Mi dispiace, princess." The cloth engulfs her mouth and nose giving her no choice but to breath in the chemicals.
"Just breathe Mi Amore, I'll take care of you I promise." I reassure her as she fades out of consciousness once again.
"Oh Mari... I've got someone we need to take care of as-well. Someone who had their hands where the shouldn't be"