Reaper

10

Our arrival was at a mansion surrounded by trees. It took us hours to arrive and made me question if we were even in New York anymore. If we were, it definitely had to have been somewhere upstate.

"Put that away," Azias said to the guy who took his gun out once more. When he had gotten into the car, Azias had told him to put it away, and though he followed instructions, his hand never left the gun. He had simply tucked the gun away with his hand still resting on it in case he'd need to react quickly to something we'd do. I was afraid that if I sneezed and startled him, I'd have a bullet in my head.

The guy nodded and tucked his gun away, but kept his hand near it as he had done in the car. We all walked into the house, and Ace came walking out of a room with a bottle of Hennessy and a half naked blonde by his side. I recognized the girl to be the blonde that had tried flirting with me the first time Azias and I met.

Why was she with Ace if Azias' girls were off limits?

Ace did a quick chuckle and wave before he and the blonde walked off.

Azias led Rose and I to the basement of the house, and I immediately assumed that we would be getting locked up in a dungeon. It only made sense. We were going to be tortured until I confessed that I had been spying on him by God knows who. The information wouldn't be enough for him, so he'd just kill us. I had already seen my future.

Azias flicked on the lights, revealing a stage with a pole in the middle. "Rose, this is your new stage. A few of my people put in a special request for you. You'll get paid more here than at the actual club."

"Are we some type of hostages though?" Rose nervously asked.

"Do hostages get paid?" he asked, and Rose shook her head.

I frowned, "So we're free to leave? And do I dance here too?" Azias rolled his eyes but didn't reply to me. "You force us into your car, drive us out here for hours, give an half-assed explanation, yet not expect us to be worried for our lives or have questions about the predicament you put us in?!"

"Are you always this annoying?" Azias asked. "You both can leave whenever you want, but only when supervised, meaning a few of my men gotta guard and escort you. You can't leave if there's a show, which will be every weekend. You'll both be given rooms here to stay at, but if you wish to go back to your homes, you can, supervised."

"Why do we have to be supervised?" I asked.

"Do you have anything to hide?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Then you shouldn't mind. It's a safety precaution, but for you, especially, it's a trust issue."

He began heading up the stairs, and the guy that was in the car with us cocked his head in Azias' direction, telling us to follow. Azias led us to a room on the far right of the house. He opened the door and explained, "This is where you'll be staying, Rose." He then turned to the guy that had been with us and ordered, "Marco, give her a tour. No where off limits."

Marco nodded, and then he and Rose went off into a different direction, leaving me alone with Azias.

Azias led the way upstairs and to a large room. There was a giant bed sitting in front of a pole, and the wall opposite to the bed was a mirror wall. "You dance in here and only for me still."

"Why is there a bed...?"

He gave a slight smirk before his face straightened and he walked off. He then took me to another room and informed, "This room is yours." We walked to the room across mine, but he didn't open the door. Instead, he stated, "This one is mine. You're not allowed in here unless I give you permission. Understood?" I nodded, but I had so many questions. I knew he wouldn't answer them, however, so I decided to bite my tongue for the time being.

Besides, I found living with Azias as being a step closer in completing my task. It mattered less why I was here and more about the information I would gain from being here.

"It would've been smart to let Rose and me pack a bag first, you know," I pointed out. "Where are we gonna get clothes from?"

A look of realization came across his face, but he quickly tried to mask it. "I'll have someone take you both shopping in a few."

"Does this make you our pimp?"

A chuckle— faint, but still audible. He laughed at something I said, but...did that mean yes?

"No," he answered, and there was amusement written all over his eyes.

I let him know, "I don't like how amused you are by that question."

He licked his lips before shrugging, "You be thinking some outta-pocket shit."

I shrugged, "They call you Reaper for a reason, right? That name doesn't scream good, honest man."

He didn't respond. He just quietly stared at me.

"Can you stop?!" I asked while rolling my eyes, and I looked away from him.

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me."

"I can't look at you?"

Oh my gosh.

I sighed and connected eyes with him to see if his face was giving fuckboy energy because his words definitely were.

Changing the topic, he stated, "Emily will go with you too."

I frowned, "Where, and who's Emily?"

"Shopping. She's the blonde downstairs," he answered before entering his room. I barely got a glimpse as the door closed behind him. Yet again, I had no business knowing how his room looked or what went on in there.