Cecilia walked up stairs to the room she'd be waitressing in, the lights were flashing red as big men in suits sat around the room. Discussing something in what seemed to be another language, one that seemed somewhat familiar to her, she walked over to anyone who had a somewhat empty glass.
"You, Come here." One man says, his accent evident.
She slowly walks over to the man, "Would you like another drink?" She questions bored. The man chuckles, "How old are you?" He questions grabbing her hand pulling her closer. The rest of the men stirred at his contact watching closely.
"Why the fuck should I tell you that?" She answers glaring at the man, he smirks "We have an feisty one here don't we." He says, his accent thick. But not the same as Vincent's, it was something else. German maybe?
She pulls her hand back, making the man angry pulling her into him, so that'd she'd fall on his lap. "How about you entertain me and my friends here." He whispers into her ear something hard pressing into her side, she slowly looked down at the gun. Fuck.
"Yes, that's right whore, and if you don't want to die you'll do what we say. Yes?" He laughs darkly, Cecilia sat there in an red leather bra and red leather skirt. Her high heels red, She looked like a whore that'd she'd admit
But the only person that fucked her here was Vincent, sure she'd fuck others when she had been angry at him. Or she'd strip on stage when she wanted a hate fuck, she knew what got the male jealous but it was a drag sleeping with men when she wasn't in the mood.
The gun slid up her stomach slowly to her bra, lifting it up. Making her boobs pop out from under it as the fabric was being lifted. The men in the room watching with lust. "Here's what's gonna happen, your gonna entertain all of us." He says licking the side of her face.
Yep, I mean it was hard not to know what they had wanted, but these men were more dangerous than she'd imagine. Then again they had money, money which she currently needed. She smirked
rubbing up against his budge "You want an show? I'll give you an show." She whispers.
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"So any news on the Russian mafia?" Vincent questions as he walked into his office, his men standing straight, "There in town, what they want we don't know." One answers, "It's weird, they don't seem very scared being in our territory." Another says, Vincent simply scuffs. That's because the don's son was a moron, the boy does what he wanted where he wants
No care for what goes down, the only reason he's still alive is because his father is a smart man. "Locate where he is, and what he's doing. I want no trouble going on." He answers lifting a cigar as he sits.
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Cecelia laid against one man, picking up his glass taking a drink, the men discussed words in another language. She didn't have enough energy to care though, her body was aching all over from the treatment she had received from the men, she'd have to either cover up the marks with makeup or simply ignore Vincent which wouldn't sit well with the man
She rolled her eyes at the thought of him discovering the marks and learning what had went down in this room moments ago, part of her had wanted to see his reaction, another was almost scared to see it, suddenly gunshots are fired following screams
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Loving the mafia prince ( book #1 of loving the mafia)
RomanceAkira, a boy who has issues at home has a crush on a boy from school that he's been watching since he was a child, Luca has never noticed him before until now. As Luca and Akira get closer problems arise, dragging Akira into a world of criminals. Lu...
