MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

6: CONVINCED TO SIN

SYBIL'S POV

Dream Aura,
08:32 am.

I sneaked a glimpse into Lia's bedroom. She had her delicate blush suitcase placed upon her bed and she was packing her belongings.

She's departing the town for a couple of days, and I find myself pondering how I'll manage everything in her absence. I need her in every three seconds.

I ventured forth and settled upon the precipice of her bed, casting a sidelong glance in her direction.

She has embraced silence since yesterday night and it feels like her voice is the most costly thing in this world. She does respond but in the shortest way possible.

" Why so pouty?" I asked watching her chaining her suitcase up.

" Me? Not at all." She said putting the bag on the floor and dialing a number walking left to right with her other hand on her lower waist.

" Are you angry?" I asked looking at her fisted palm and then at her prettiest face which was turning more and more colorless with each passing second.

" I'm not. It's my face." She clearly lied.

" You sure, you alright?" I tease well knowing she isn't.

" I SAID I'M F*CKING FINE." She yelled turning her burning gaze at me.

I laughed as she finally lost her temple. " I see," I giggled.

" You don't know a shit about what happened to me." She glared while I was there trying to control my laugh. " Sybil, please my boss will fire me if I'll take one more day off from the club. Please I need your help." She whined sitting next to me, grabbing my palms.

" Didn't you say you'll find any other girl to take your place instead of me?" I tilted my head and lifted my left eyebrow.

" I did but-".

" But you didn't find anyone." I scoffed out of jealousy.

She's my best friend and I'm not sharing.

" Please Sybil, my meeting's ending at eight, it'll take more than six hours to get back here. If I'll get a promotion in my office then I'll not need to work as a stripper anymore. Please understand, I too don't like this job but I have to for some personal reasons. Please take my place just for a night. Please, Sweetheart, pleaseeee..." She pleaded numerous times squeezing my palms.

I relaxed my shoulders. " I don't know how to do that pole dancer thing."

" Oh come on, Sybil, you are a dance coach." She almost rolled her eyes.

" But I only know ballet dance-"

" See! You only have to cling to a pole like a kola and swing your body. Keep your eyes straight at the red VIP guest's couch which is exactly in front of the pole. That's it." She said the last words a little loudly.

" When did I get agreed to go there, that you are already explaining what I have to do there?" I questioned.

" I think I can convince you this time." She sounded confident.

" Try it." I crossed my arms over my chest and started tapping my food on the floor.

She placed her finger under her chin while her other hand on her waist and took a few seconds to think. " I'll take you to see an ocean side,"
she exclaimed, punctuating her statement with a snap of her fingers and a mischievous wiggle of her eyebrows.