The famous strip club immured the future of an Eighteen year's old Ivy Silver, For what impetus does she still have?
In desperate search for her freedom she miserably fell on the hands of an arrogant, powerful, merciless, Mafia leader..Hermann Ro...
100..101..102.. " You busy?" fuck!, " You blind to see it?" I answered coldly. This is the second time Miguel is interrupting my fitness time. " come on, it won't take long—sorry" " What the fuck do you want?" I knew he was aware that I was pissed. " the girl in..." " Hell no! She's mine." I couldn't let him finish whatever nonsense he wanted to protest. I'm never selfish when it comes to whores, I buy and they satisfy themselves, but her—i refuse to share her. She is mine and mine only for a whole week. "O-kay, jeez why being so rude early in the morning?" I could hear the surprise on his tone, I ignored him angry to know that I had to start my push ups all over again. " Hermann," he called, trying to gain back my attention after figuring out the ignoring plans drowned all over my face as I began to get back to the prone position. " Just fuck off. " I said instantly "Alright" I Heard him say and I could picture the way he opens his arms innocently halfway on the air when his giving up on something, I Heard footsteps walking away slowly and I sighed in relief.
1..2..3 " Hermann " " Now what!? " I yelled frustratingly, "Godfather is on the phone" Norman said, approaching me, ignoring the fact that I was pissed. "Sebastian" I said after snatching the phone out of Norman's hands. " Hermann how are you?" I heard him say with a sarcastic joyful tone through the phone, " it's been years since I last saw you". "What do you want?" I knew this call was more than just a pathetic greeting he was putting an act on. " that's how you talk to your Nonno after along time?" (Grandpa) Acting could suit him more than a Mafia Godfather. " I don't have time for your little games, Now what do you want?" "Come home, there few things I would like to discuss with you about the Italian Mafia" he sounded serious this time, serious as never, now this is the Devil himself the Sebastian I know. "Sì" (yes) I agreed just to keep all this short but not planning go anytime sooner, I got shit to do not to argue with Sebastian or his Hopeless son. " See you Domani" he said with ease and demand in his voice. "Tomorrow?" I asked what the fuck does he want from me? " you objecting?" he the threatening tone. " No" I whispered angry to realised that I can't object anything he says not until the Italian mafia is on my hands. " Good" he approved before ending the call.
" I guess that means flying to Italy tomorrow" Norman said before offering me a towel. " Yeah" I said with a frown, taking it. " I noticed she's the same girl from the other night " He said recently following behind me, " Is she that good?" " It doesn't matter" I snapped. " It really does and you know it" he blocked my way and made me look at him, " This is the underworld Hermann, just a simple attachment with an outsiderband it becomes bloody" " you mean she can be my weakness? " I found it ridiculous for him to say that. "That's up to you to figure that out but what I'm saying is don't let our Enemies find away to you" I saw the warning in his eyes before he stepped aside. " She is just an Entertainer who happens to give me pleasurable Services, in the matter of death and life that's for her creator to decided, as for me—i don't give a fuck" I whispered those merciless words on his ear for him to understand that I don't get pursued by attachment so easily.
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IVY SILVER POV.
I opened my eyes with a deep inhale before I stretched my arms up on the air, I notice the strange room I was in and it took almost two seconds. To get it all together. The curtains were closed making the room even darker, doesn't he know Morning sun is healthy?. I snapped after hearing the movement of the door, it was— him wrapping a towel around his narrow waist, his hair was seen silky black as it was wet, dropping small droplets of water just like crystal on his forehead, just like how I remember it last night. The differences is he was in a robe last night and now a towel. His lips curved into a lusty smirk as he wasn't looking at my face— wait! Is he? How can a person be this unsatisfied? This greedy for more?, I pulled the blanket up to my breasts and gave him a I'm a human not food stare. " Morning Bello" bello? What on earth is that even supposed to mean? "It's Ivy—sir" I tried my level best to remind him politely. " I know, Bello means beautiful in Italy" he said, as he opened his closet that revealed over well arranged Formal clothes, Everything about him was like he is a Government agent or spy—something like that. " You Italian?" Curse my Radio mouth, how could I ask a customer this freely?. " Half Italy....." He corrected I waited for his sentence to continue a bit further but he kept it at rest, I could see the tension on his body when he paused, " I'll be travelling tonight" I thought I had to stay with him for a week but now that his travelling then Great! I'll finally go back to the club. Infact I feel quite uncomfortable here with this strange man. " I'll increase the payment, you'll stay here for two weeks".
I felt blood draining from head to toe, two weeks with him?, I don't Entertain him only, I don't even work for him. My life doesn't lay on him. " there better Entertainers back at the club" I simply said trying to hide the pain in me and the flaming anger, " Sir" I added making everything I said sound polite.
He was quiet, I watched him getting ready, scanning his Tattooed body that tells a story of it's own. A story no one understands behind it. I throw my legs on the floor and stepped out of the bed, ignoring the presents of that ignorant man in the room. And slowly pushed the glass door open that revealed a godly black and gold bathroom, I let my eyes observe more, I used to be rich, but not like this. I remember my bathroom was suitable but this is over suitable, this is a heck rich bathroom. Letting go of the black blanket, I took small steps towards the shower not stopping myself to observe more. As the warm water collided with my skin, It felt good, my body felt flesh and more awake than few seconds ago. I closed my eyes, letting the warm morning water hit my face, as I felt it falling like little cold crystals all over my body. Nothing feels good and refreshing like a Morning warm bath, suddenly—i felt burns and trembles of my own skin, my heart racing and my breathing nearly stopping. I allowed my eyes to open, and directly locked themselves in those Icy buring ones. He was in his formal clothes, I hate to admit this but like a possessive god he was, with black gloves on his hands as if he had crime planned on his mind not wanting to leave finger prints. I stared back not even moving an inch of me, he took out his Cigarette and lit it before scanning me and as expected forming that lustful crave on his lips. I just want to go, I don't want to stay here with him anymore—something tells me it was a bad idea to perform that night, I could have been serving lap dance in private rooms. Why does his eyes tell me a lot that his mouth isn't? Fear and weak is all I feel when I'm around him. Something tells me his my nightmare but a sound screams in echoes far inside me, which I don't understand. I want to know what's it telling me, it sounds like my own voice from far but I can't seem to hear it, It's too far—
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" Screw the two weeks, your mine for eternity."
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