Adelaide Dove Hindley is a young woman with too many problems to bear. After an abusive episode with her boyfriend, she runs to the pier. She just wanted to escape her life and have some peace but when she finds herself about to jump she doesn't kno...
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"Uno, come eat puttana grassa," I yell from the kitchen. I know I just called him a fat bitch but that's how I show him love.
I hear the bell on his collar and the soft sounds of his paws hitting the floor, coming closer to me. I pet his neck as he starts eating. I haven't been to work in a couple of days which is weird because it's usually all I think about.
But there's been a certain someone clouding my vision. I've only been focusing on her and who the fuck she hooked up with. I want to know who the hell this guy is so I can beat the shit out of him.
As my thoughts swirl through my head I hear my phone ringing. I answer the call "What the fuck do you want?" I annoyingly say into the phone already knowing this is going to give me a headache.
"Boss, we found her."
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I go into my club's security room, there is one of my guys sitting in front of the security camera tapes. There's a video playing on the screen. It seems like a normal video from one of my clubs but when I look closer I see Dove in the tiniest dress I've ever seen and a guy feeling her up.
I feel my blood start to boil as he moves his hands further down her body until he reaches her waist and starts to pull on her panties. I see him whisper into her ear as she seductively smiles at him. After some time they both run out and he drives off with her.
My jaw is so tight it almost feels like my teeth are about to break.
"Watch this, Boss."
The clip rewinds and I see Dove sitting at the bar, I look at the bartender... What the fuck?!
One of my employees fucked MY Dove?!
"Tell me everything about him, I want it in an hour!" I yell walking out of the room before I do something irrational. I feel the rage flowing through my skin, heating my face and neck. I walk to my car and drive over to the bar Dove and her friend went to. By the time I get there, I have his name, number, work schedule, address, mother's name, etc.
He's working right now; might visit him.
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I walk into the club smelling alcohol and sweat. I walk over to the bar and see him flirting with a woman drinking a margarita.
"I'm off in ten, wanna dance when I get off?" He asks her.
I just took a look at his schedule and he's not off for another hour. He probably pulled this shit on Dove.
As I look at him his eyes find mine, once he realizes his boss just saw him trying to get laid at work he wipes down the bar with the towel that was just thrown over his shoulder. He looks back up at me and sees me pointing at him telling him to follow me.
I walk him up to the office built into the building. I take a seat as he takes one across from me. For a second I stare at him making him visibly uncomfortable.
I look at every detail of his face and body language. I count 104 freckles on his face, some covered by his slight stubble. He has light, untamed eyebrows that shape his forehead and eyes. He's about 5'10 with a shirt that's not his size so it can show off all his non-existent muscles.
The more I stare at him the more nervous he gets. Sweat beads gather on his forehead and his nervous wrinkles are more prominent.
"Do you know why I want to talk with you, Joel?" I ask with my hands resting on my desk in front of me.
He gulps, "No sir."
He's nervous, good he should be. He doesn't know what I can and will do if he doesn't take the right precautions in this situation.
"Do you fuck every girl who walks into this bar?" I asked tilting my head.
His eyes go wide.
"W-what do you mean sir?" He asks stuttering over his words. He's a fucking coward.
"Let me ask you again. Do you fuck every girl who walks into this bar!?" I raise my voice.
"N-no sir I've never-" He tries to defend himself.
"Young woman about five three, long brown hair, brown eyes, red lace," I feel a twitch in my pants thinking about her wearing that red thong; but it turns to anger knowing some other man saw.
His eyes widen even more than they already were. "Man I'm so sorry I- I didn't know she was your girl! I never would have fucked her if I did! She never said anything about a boyfriend!" He yells to me.
"If you want to get out of this you will listen to me very closely," I lean closer toward him. "Leave this city and never talk or even think about my girl again. I'm a very powerful man and you know I will have eyes on you so don't fuck around, hm? Sound good?"
