kidnapped by mafia boss

The club was filled with old, creepy men. I mean it always is but today it’s way more then usual. I had to work the stage today so I had to wear something way more revealing, I pulled my lace leggings up my long, honey legs. I applied my dark red lipstick and grabbed my cowboy hat. I had on a black mini dress that barely covered anything with a sheriff clip.

‘What are you doing, Genevieve ?’

Every time I go on that stage I always lose a piece of my dignity, at this point I have none left. You’re doing this for your family.

I shook off that feeling before heading to the stage. Every man in this place had their eyes on me, I was the shiny new toy everybody wanted to play with. I stood behind the stage, waiting for my turn. My hands started to sweat like crazy, I kept wiping them against my dress.

« Introducing Geneve Jade to the stage. » The spokesperson screams through the mic. « The sheriff in this club. »

I exhaled and inhaled deeply, trying to soothe my anxiety. A song started to play, the slow sexual song pulled me on the stage. I got in position, standing next to the pole. The lights suddenly turned on, I was on full display. Everyone was cheering, growling, whistling like I was some type of dog.

I grabbed onto the pole, pulling my leg to wrap around it, swinging my whole body around, my hair fell softly against my skin. The lights flicking red to dark blue, dark blue to red.

Money started to get thrown on me, I should be happy that I’m receiving money to pay all my bills but it just makes me feel dirty.

The oil on my body made my hands more slippery, making it harder to hold on to the pole. I flipped my hair as I dragged my finger down my lips to my stomach. I crawled on the floor, enchanting the gullible men in front of me.

When I stood up I made eye contact with a different type of man, he wasn’t ugly nor old. He sat in the way back, in the darkness yet I was able to get a good good look at him. This stranger held his glass of alcohol in one hand and in the other was a big cigar, I started to feel seduced by him.

« Give it up for Geneve Jade. » The speakers shout, letting me know I’m done.

I pulled my glaze off of the stranger and walked off the stage, swaying my hips. I was breathing heavily and desperately in need of water, I made my way over to the bar to order something to drink. I made sure to give a little show as I leaned over the bar to reach my water bottle, my boss would be upset if I just drank water without giving the guest a show.

« Genevieve. » Teagan whispers into my ear, calling my attention.

« What ? » I chuckle as her breathe tickles my ear, she looks amazing in her school girl uniform but I could tell that none of us were happy to be here.

« A really, really, super duper rich guy wants you in room 184. » Teagan says excitedly.

I rolled my eyes, probably an old greasy man looking for a good time.

« I don’t do private rooms. » I say.

« Get this okay, he doesn’t want sex but instead wants to talk to you » She says.

« No thanks, that’s what they all say. »

« He’s paying you one million just to go in the room, Gen we need the money. » Teagan begs with her hands. She’s right, we do need the money. Our landlord said if we can’t pay within the next two days we have to leave, we have no one else but ourselves.

My parents would kill me if they found out what I do for a living, dad thinks I work for a modeling agency so does mom. I wanted to live on my own, experience life and now I regret it but I can’t ask them for help, that’s embarrassing.

« Fine. » I rolled my eyes playfully at her, she jumps up and down excitedly. I grab the bottle of our most expensive wine and two wine glasses.

Please don’t ask me for sex, please don’t ask me for sex.

I knocked on the door, room 184. I slowly opened the door, it was pitch black inside. He’s probably not here yet, I shut the door before turning on the lights. I jumped up once I seen him sitting in the chair in front of me, his legs were apart and his hands gripped on to each side of the chair with a cigar laced through his fingers.

I was shocked to see it was the guy that was watching me earlier on the stage. Close up he was even more hotter, god took his time on this one.

I placed my hand over my chest. « Jesus, you scared me. » I mumbled under my breathe.

He took a puff of his cigar, I watched slowly as he tilts his chin up releasing the smoke, his jaw flexed. His sleeves were rolled up, broadcasting his tattoos. I spotted the skull almost immediately against his hand. I know what that means, teschi neri, in English it’s black skulls.

That’s a mafia, my mother warned me about the men with skulls on their bodies. Dad’s a CIA agent so I was always taught about mafias and gangs as a young girl.

Try acting normal, Gen.

« I forgot the ice. » I said, I turned around to open the door before something stopped.

« I don’t want ice. » His voice rumbled within his chest, making it sound deep and dark. My shoulders grew tense, my hands started to sweat.

I turned back around slowly, I avoided eye contact at all cost. I kept my glare on the ground.

« Karma is a bitch. » He says out of no where.

I decided to make eye contact with him, his beautiful hazel eyes were lifeless and spiteful.

« Sometimes karma doesn’t have to be payed. » The words fell out of my mouth before I could even stop myself.

This caught his attention, he stood up, taking a few steps closer to me. He was tall and filled with muscles, he had scars covering every inch I could see of him. His dark brown hair was slicked back, he had a cross chain around his neck, his jawline is sharp, his skin was a nice ivory bronze color.

I tried taking a few steps back but I was met by the hard wall, he immediately trapped me between the wall and his arms, I gulped. His eyes carefully studied me, it became to much I lowered my eyes, looking away from him.

« Genevieve, your dad took something very important to me and now. » He stopped talking, bringing his finger to stroke my cheek. « I’m taking something of his. » He whispered.

My eyes widened once I realized what he meant, he means taking me. I tried pushing him off of me but he was able to grab ahold of both my wrist, lifting them above my head. He shook his head side to side, clicking his tongue at the same time.

« Bad girl. »

« Let me go. » I shout while wiggled around. He suddenly grabbed ahold of my jaw, tilting my head up as he lowers his lips next to my ear.

« Little Genevieve, all grown up. » He growled into my ear.

« Do you-« 

My sentence was cut off by the sound of gunshots coming from the club. Teagan that’s all I thought about, my body suddenly decided to use all it’s strength to push him off of me, I kicked him straight in the balls, he grunted and fell to the floor. I started running out the door, I pushed pass the panic crowd.

More gunshots were fired, I didn’t care I was to busy looking for Teagan. The ground was covered in blood, people were dead on the floor. I turned around to see the people who were shooting had masks on, one with a wolf mask, another with a pig mask, and a sheep mask. I spotted Teagan in the corner fighting off a man with blonde hair, he was trying to take her.

« Don’t touch her, you jerk face. » I jumped on the mans back, hitting his head with my heel. Teagan started punching him with her tiny fist.

Everything happened so fast, someone grabbed me by my waist. When I turned around I notice it was the guy from the private room, he held me tight against my shoulders. Teagan was tossed over the blonde guys shoulder, she started kicking and screaming. The guys in masks must work for him, they seemed to ignore us.

« Teagan ! » I shout as I try to toss myself across the room to her but the harder I fought the tighter his hands became.

« Clean this fucking mess up, idiots. » Private room guy shouts at the men in masks, they all nod.

His eyes lifted to meet mine, I tried fighting him off but his strength was no match to mine. He forced a white cloth against my nose, I punched and kicked. My eyes started to feel heavy, my arms became weaker so did my legs.

He picked me up when my legs started to feel numb.

« Why are you doing this ? » I mumbled very hazily as my sight became blurry.

« Revenge, it’s for revenge. »

I fall into a deep sleep.