Isabella's POV-
Darkness.
I'm in a pit of darkness with a loud gun shot and the screech of tires sounding on repeat. The cold prick of something jabbing in my neck is like a looped video feed.
Slowly light clouds the outside of my vision. The distant sound of a muffled voice get louder by the second until I can make out what words are pouring out of the culprits mouth.
"-but what do I do with her? She hasn't woken up and he said she better be awake by the time she returns." A panicking voice forces it's way into my ear.
"Sí. I know but what do I do to wake her," he pauses, "are you sure about that?"
Footsteps approach and my side is nudged lightly. Then more pressure is added to it but still I don't react. A moment of stillness passes before a hard kick slams into me. Not being able to stay still and quickly fold and curl up holding my sigh.
"You motherfucker! I'm going to kill you bastard." I grunt and fight or flight over my mind.
"Um. Shit! What do I do now? She said I'm not to hurt her." As my vision clears a male stares back at me wide eyed with his phone crushed against his ear. I remember him from the night where Valentina killed that man in front of his daughter.
He's just a boy. Still a kid. He can't be older than 16. He still holds his child like persona in his eyes despite the trauma and sadness that surrounds it. My anger towards him doesn't disappear but instead shifts towards Valentina.
"Okay hurry." The boy slips his phone back into his pocket and hesitantly steps for me.
"M-ma'am I really and I mean really don't want to have to hurt you just please work with me." He reaches for me but I scramble backwards.
"Where am I?" I look the kid up and down.
"at A warehouse. A Ferrari warehouse. I work for the Ferrari name." He looks skeptical to speak to me.
"No shit Sherlock."
"Uh my names-"
"Jay. Your names Jay." I cut him off.
"How do you know that?" His eyes widen.
"I remember you. You held me back while Valentina killed that man." My voice drops when I recall the events.
"My name couldn't have been said more than twice-"
"I remember every person that walks through those doors names, drinks, favorite seats, everything." I curl up and pull my knees to my chest as my bravery leaves me.
"Why am I here?" My voice wavers.
"We'd like to know the same thing." The voice comes from the door as another male enters.
The man has scars littering his face but the most brutal one staggers from his hairline to his jaw. The eye that the scar passes through looks white and my guess is that he's blind in it. His large frame takes up the doorway though still he doesn't have the chilling effect like Valentina. I remember him but I never heard his name.
"How would I know?" I spit,
"I would say it's because you seen Capo kill a common man but she's never cared about causing scenes. And I'm sure you're not a working girl. So basically we're back at square one." As the large man ponders Jay finally speaks.
"Why exactly are you a d-dancer?" His voice comes out so meekly and he stumbles over the word dancer.
"A stripper you mean," I chuckle half heartedly," it's not a bad word. Nor is it offensive." His face flames red.
"Let's just say my mom didn't care to much for my choice in sexual attraction. So much so that she kicked me out. I went to my dad after that. He was sick at the time and was drowning in bills and debts. I knew some people that could help me make quick money and that's how I ended up at my first club. I started from the bottom clubs and somehow managed to get here. Even after I paid off everything and my dad got better the jobs just kinda stuck." I shrug lost in thought.
"So you just had a magical pair of tits and an ass that made everyone you dance for love you. Come on now what's sweet lady blue's secret for becoming sweet lady blue?" The big man scoffs.
"Ford I don't think-" Jay tries to stop his harsh words.
"Shut up jay. You know it's funny because I heard you don't do private dances. Tell me how does one gain such high statice in the stripping world yet they don't even offer private dances."
"Ford she's not above repeating history. Please leave the girl alone." Jay begs.
"I said shut up-"
"The scar on you face, it's from her isn't it? My guess is one; you looked at something that didn't belong to you or two; you went against what she said." I sneer at the man who I guess name is Ford.
"You think your all knowing?" He growls and steps forward.
"Ford no-" Jay grabs his shoulder but the door slams open and in walks the culprit to this whole crime.
"Well I sure hope I didn't miss the party." Valentina's eyes draw into a glare pointed directly at ford.
Jay looks like he's gonna shit his pants and ford has no give away except for his gulp. The familiar fear that's lurks creeps back up on me making me hug my knees closer to my chest. This time I pray for the darkness to take me back.
If they're scared of then I'm definitely fucked.
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