His Entertainer

Chapter 21

                        IVY SILVER POV.

Silence hung heavy in the limousine, punctuated only by the frantic hammering of my heart and my ragged breaths.  My life with the Mafia boss wasn't just a cage; it was a slow, agonizing waste.  I’d realized it with a sickening clarity: with him, death wasn't a choice, it was an inevitability.  Maris Castro’s fate flashed before my eyes – a young woman, lost to love and the brutal whims of the Mafia, leaving behind a baby girl.  The image choked me.

I stole a glance at the widow, my gaze lingering on her grief, not daring to meet his. I knew he was watching me, his gaze cold and predatory. I knew what he was thinking: sex, violence, drugs. The possibilities sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of his wrath if I uttered another foolish word paralyzed me.  I couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't even breathe freely.

What have I gotten myself into? The question clawed at me, a relentless torment.  One more moment in this suffocating hell, and I'd shatter.

"What's on your mind?" His voice, a low growl, sliced through the silence.  He turned my face towards him, his presence looming over me. I had to buy myself time, any time.

"I'm very hungry," I whispered, my voice barely audible.  "Aren't you?"

His gaze was icy. "Is that what's on your mind?"

"Yes," I managed, my voice trembling.

A slow grin spread across Hermann's face. "We'll get home soon."  As he shifted, I seized the opportunity.

"Could you bring the little girl to the house?"  He paused, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.  "What's this?" he asked, his tone laced with sardonic amusement.

I met his burning gaze, holding it steadily. "That child lost her mother. Leaving her in the same house with her grieving father… it's not right," I said, my voice gaining strength. "Richard needs time alone, and Maira needs a friend."

His brows shot up. "Hell, I don't suppose I knew what to expect." His brief laugh was almost explosive, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the car.

"I don't know either," I said quietly, my voice softening. "But I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn."  I practically tumbled out of the car the moment it stopped.
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            HERMANN RODRIGUEZ POV.

I watched her until she disappeared inside the house, a strange mix of relief and apprehension churning within me.

"I see your eyes are caught by a club stripper?" The voice, sharp and unexpected, made me whirl around. Sebastian Rodriguez.

"What the fuck...?" I snapped as he stepped into the light, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"You… remind me of your father," he chuckled.

"I'm nothing like him," I growled.

"Is that so?" he said lightly.
"Relax, I'm simply paying a visit. It's been ages."

"If i had known of your visit i would've prepared everything better," I said, my voice tight.

"Not necessary, i wanted it to be a surprise." he laughed, the sound grating on my nerves.

"What do you want?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.

"I told you," he said bleakly, his eyes boring into mine. "Simply paying a visit. Now, I'm hungry." He strolled inside.

"Your favorite Grandpa's back!!" he boomed, shouldering his way into the dining room, where Miguel, Carlos, Norman, Genevieve, and Ivy were having dinner. Genevieve glanced up, frowning. Norman looked like he'd lost his appetite. Miguel and Carlos looked like they'd just been thrown into a shark tank. Ivy, ever the composed one, was simply surprised.

"So… no warm welcome?" He surveyed the room.  "Odd, isn't it?" He pulled a chair opposite Ivy and sat down. "Hi beautiful, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sebastian, and I'm Hermann's grandfather." He said it with such smug pride it made me want to vomit.

"That's enough," I interrupted coldly. "Ivy, go upstairs and lock the room. Genevieve, go with her." Genevieve nodded, her eyes wide with apprehension.  Ivy rose, and Genevieve quickly enveloped her in a protective hug before they ascended the stairs.

His eyes, dark and predatory, lingered on Ivy. A dangerous smirk twisted his lips.  I felt a surge of icy rage. I couldn't bear the thought of what he was planning.

"Do you share her—?"

"Don't you dare!" I roared, my voice shaking with barely controlled fury.

"Wow, big guy—you don't want to cause a scene," he said, a quiet, chilling laugh escaping his lips.

"What do you want?" I demanded, my voice raw.

"No distractions," he hissed, the words dripping with venom. "And she, my dear boy, is the distraction im very much going to eliminate."

Paah! A gunshot.

Paah! Another.

Silence descended, heavy and suffocating.

"Noooo!"  A cry pierced the silence.

Then, Sebastian's laughter, cold and cruel.

Norman and Carlos ran upstairs.  "I swear, if anything happens to her, I'll rip out your spine," I snarled, each word a promise.

"Is that a threat?" he asked calmly, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"No, Grandpa," I said, my voice dangerously low. "It's a promise."

I raced upstairs. The bedroom door stood wide open. Norman cradled Genevieve who layed on the floor, unconscious. Carlos was on the phone, frantically calling for a doctor. Near the window, the lifeless body of a stranger lay sprawled, dressed all in black.  In the corner, Ivy, her face pale and drawn, small and trembling, clutched a gun.

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