I slipped the butterfly mask over my eyes and adjusted the black spaghetti strap of my outfit. A smirk played on my lips as I noticed the men watching me dance on stage.
Working at this club making me sick but if this job will give me money, I will endure. I bend around the poll I was dancing in and lifted up a little the skirt I'm wearing, teasing the men watching. I smirked and wink to the man in front.
I dance with a seductive allure, aiming to make the applause of the men grow louder. This is my job: drawing them into the club and enticing them to spend a night with us.
Suddenly, armed men burst into the club, one by one, their guns drawn and aimed directly at the patrons inside.
I stopped dancing and backed away. I suddenly felt terrified because of them. Especially when a man started to walk onto the stage I was standing. I can't see his face clearly but his presence was very frightening just looking at him.
Everyone inside started bowing in respect to him.
My eyes widened when I finally saw his face. He's now standing in front of me. I swallowed hard when he pulled me closer to him and held my chin to looked into my eyes.
He smirked.
"I didn't expect to see you here," he whispered.
With his jellyfish haircut. With his green suit and pink necktie that he's wearing. The familiar glare of his eyes. The violet and gray color of his hair.
I know this man!
"Haitani Rindou!"
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The Delinquent's Downfall (Bonten #2)
Short StoryIn order to survive, Y/N (reader) made the worst thing decision that she didn't expect to do. She worked at the club that full of men, buying a woman for a night and let use their body to have money. Until one night, a man that one of the executive...
