LOTANNA

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Lotanna
My life sucks.
It's past 10pm on a hot friday night in new york city, by far my most horrible nights in the week. Apart from the fact that i am terribly sleep deprived and caffeine is the only thing keeping me standing--(well that and the fact this shift covers my half of this semester's tuition), i have to smile and be polite to what has got to be the worst set of drunks out there-(okay maybe not the worst-) someone just puked on my shoes-(like i said the worst)
I would love to punch someone in the face and maybe spit in a couple of drinks, they probably wouldn't remember it but of course not all our wishes come true. They are important, heavily hyped celebrities and spoiled rich brats who could kill me seven times over and wipe my entire family off the face of the earth like a speck of dust.
My head is pounding from the awful music playing--(i will never understand the appeal of rock music)-- and my jaw is numb from all the endless smiling so when claire offers to switch stations, i can almost kiss her, (emphasis on almost) .

My relief is shortlived though when i remember the floor i switched to, there is a reason i don't like working here (Claire you bitch!!) . I want to go down and smack her so hard she loses all sense of proportion. If the drunks down were annoying then these are first class assholes. These were the VIPs of VIPs, and that's saying something given that the club itself is extremely exclusive.

By the time I have served six booths, i crave to dig my heeled boots into the beady eyes of one of these bastards, the catcalls and whistles i've gotten should be enough to last a lifetime, i mean it's not usually this bad but recently the management changed our uniform into really tight shorts and a navy blue crop top, i'm already curvy and the uniform does nothing to hide it.
I keep my expression as pleasant as possible even though i'm itching to scratch someones eyes out, coupled with my lack of sleep and i am a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.

Time goes slowly till it's finally midnight, i'm down to my last table for the night and i can go home but then Davie, the manger requests me to serve the executive room, apart from the fact that this is the most exclusive booth in the club, Davie never requests for anything, so to see him all flustered and nervous is a huge change . When i get called into his office he asks ever so nicely-- (note the sarcasm people) --
that i be on my best behavior and pleasant , like i hadn't already been a sweetheart(cue eye roll), my, the sarcasm levels this night are extreme, really i should get paid more for the strain on my mental capacities.

Anyhoo, I throw on my best professional smile, well as professional as you can get working at a club-- casual yet unrestrained and slightly flirty -- and i go in, just one more, i think about my soft bed and cozy pjs.
"Good evening sirs what can i get for you tonight"
There are six men in the room, looks like a business meeting considering they're all wearing suits, as my eyes scan the place, they stop in one person. Dark brown eyes, thick mane of chocolate brown hair and caramel skin confirms his italian genes immediately, come to think of it, they're all italians. LETHAl is the word that comes to mind once you look at him. His eyes hold mine and they seem to dig deep into me. I blink once, twice, snapping out of what ever trance he put me in, gawd, i hope i didn't stare too long. An older, probably once attractive man is the one who answers , the way he stares at me, makes me uncomfortable, bloody sleaze
"Scotch on the rocks, six"
As usual, i put on a bright smile hiding my disgust and reply
"Coming right up "
I leave immediately, anxious to get away from all of them, they were all fucking intimidating, especially the devil in a suit. I mix the drinks quickly, almost absent mindedly, i've been doing this so long, my hands have a mind of their own.
"Here you go, i'll just be in my station, if you need anything just press the buzzer i'll be here in a jiffy"
I'm bored out of mind so i pick up my phone to watch YouTube videos, i spend almost two hours before i hear a sleazy voice say
"Hey darling"
I'm disgusted beyond words but i still place a smile on my face as i look up
"Sir is there anything you need? "
"Yes, i just need to settle the tab"
"Oh"
I tell him his total and he pays, meanwhile I see his eyes remain on my boobs the entire time. I honestly want to puke. The man is old enough to father me. I immediately walk out of the counter desperate to leave, this is against the club's policy but right now i don't fucking care. I politely excuse my self to clear the glasses and walk not waiting for him to respond, i've hardly moved anywhere when a hand lands on my ass.

I freeze, shock barreling through me, all forms of sense flees my head and pure unfiltered rage fills me.
I turn slowly meeting his smug, leering smile, i don't think my brain even processed what was happening, i raise my leg and knee in the balls, his face fills with a variety of emotions that bring me satisfaction even as he drops to the floor in pain.
"You bloody asshole!! "
I can only see red, through out my life i had faced this kind of disrespect and nothing, absolutely nothing infuriates me more. For good measure, i kick him again, and again, and i'm about to hit him some more when i'm pulled off him, i barely register a face before i am slapped, so hard, i see stars and my ears are ringing.
"Who gave you the right to lay your filthy hands on him putana"his face is livid and quite frankly very scary but adrenalin is still charging me up and
I don't even bother replying, i just glare at him, projecting as much hatred as i can into it,the man who slapped me is one of those in sitting with the fool, he looks a bit like him,probably his son. He looks at me and look i understand very well passes through his eyes :lust,he roams his eyes all over my body and i resist the urge to gag,He turns to the other men with him, body guards i assume and what he says makes fear zip through me
"Take her, no one touches the don" he turns his puke inducing gaze to me and says "we might as well make use of her"
Don? As in mafia don, shit! Shit! Shit!, gawd what have i gotten myself into, the bulky men move to carry me and i struggle with every sliver of strength i have, who knows what the hell they'll do to me, i'd rather die now. I kick who ever comes near me but even that is not enough, i scream then, as loud as i can, where the hell is davie, he got me into this mess.
"Let go of me baboons, let go !!"
My screaming annoys the man and he slaps me again, i fall again and by now tears are falling freely from my eyes.
"What the fuck is going on here "
The bastard who touched my ass turns to him and for a second i see fear pass through him.
"Don lorenzo"
My heart is about to stop at this rate, another one???
It doesn't help that it is the sinfully handsome man, and i feel myself blushing, i want to slap my face, why i'm i blushing right now, i'm staring death in the face. I thank my stars once again for my dark skin, i don't turn red, although my dimple shows.
"This is private, she attacked the don, we have rights to punish her"
At this point i can't help interjecting,
"He assaulted me!! "
I pray ,and hard because if this men decides to leave me to their mercy, then i'm doomed.
"Shut your filthy hole slut! "
I turn and glare at him and he raises his hand to hit me again but is stopped by an icy voice, goose bumps cover my skin and i lift my head up to stare at him, the look he is giving my attacker is cold enough to freeze the sahara.
"First, this is my territory, you have no right to any damn thing, second, i let you into my territory and you harass my woman, what gave you the fucking audacity bastardo?? " His jaw is locked tight and he all but growls the words, never thought i would find that hot, hold up, did he say his woman?
"Now get your fucking asses off my territory and the deal is off"
"Don't be stupid lucian, this is a golden opportunity, and you want to destroy it because of a woman?, a fucking pussy"
The temperature drops and i wrap my arms close to me, i should never have come to work today.
"Get.Out.Now"
Satisfaction flows through me as they hurriedly walk out , i watch till they disappear down the stairs. Thank God.
There is an awkward silence as i realize i'm still on the floor, i get up on my feet slowly as one person whistles,
"So.... Your woman huh"
Mr handsome ran his hand through his hair in exasperation
"Just shut the fuck up Alex"
He slowly turned to me
"You're coming with us "he said and started walking away
My eyes widened as far as they could go as i looked at him in shock
"Excuse me? "
He turned back and gave me a blank stare
"Are you deaf ?"he asked and turned and kept walking
Is he being serious?
" Hey, wait a minute, i can't go with you"
"If you want to go back home and die, then be my guest"
The fuck now?, shit, this cannot be happening right now, i really should have stayed home.
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