THE MAFIA'S STRIPPER

CHAPTER 5

NDABEZITHA

|THE ENCORE|

"Hey Lwazi," I said as I approached the bar. "Hey yourself, what can I get you pretty lady?" he asked and I smiled. "Surprise me," I said and he nodded before turning away.
It's been a week since my kidnapping and the shoot out. The club closed for a week in order to fix a couple of things that had been shattered during the terrifying event, which is why no one noticed I was gone. Fortunately, no one got shot during the whole ordeal. I, for one, wish someone had actually shot that Mkhonto bastard - I hadn't seen him of course since I'd sucked his balls but the very thought of him made me want to throw knives at something, preferably him. "I present to you, The Firecracker," Lwazi said putting a cocktail glass on front of me. I took a sip of the orange and red concoction, very much befitting of its name and nodded my approval. "It's wonderful Lwazi, what's in it?" I asked taking another sip. "Oh you know, a little bit of this and that," he replied and I rolled my eyes. "Of course," I said. "So knocking off?" he asked and I nodded. "Yep, thanks for the drink, how much is it?" I asked. "It's on the house," he replied. "Aren't they always," I said raising a brow at him and he laughed. I downed the last of my drink as he went to attend to another customer. "Oleander, right?" a man asked, as he appeared next to me. "Yes," I replied. "I saw you on stage tonight, and boy oh boy were you amazing," he continued. "Thank you," I said. "So how about I get a private dance?" he asked. "Unfortunately, I'm done for the night, but I can get someone else to -" I started. "No. I want you," he said grabbing my arm. "I'd like for you to let go of me before I cause a scene and embarrass you," I said. "Oh come on baby, don't be so mean. Just a small dance," he said leaning in. "Sir, let go of my fucking arm," I said, raising my voice. "Aw come on sweetheart, stop being such a fucking bitch and get us a private room," he hissed. "For the last time, no," I said trying to pull myself out of his grip. "What's going on here?" Lwazi asked. "I've asked Oleander here for a dance, and she's playing a bit hard to get. You know how women can get," the man said. "Really? I could have sworn I heard her say no," Lwazi said. "Like I said, she's playing hard to get, aren't you?" he said, and pinched me as he said the last part. "Let her go before I knock you on your ass," a voice said behind me. Oh shit. "What?" the man asked, his grip loosening and I was able to free myself. "Alright, the hard way it is," Mkhonto said. The man suddenly flew across the bar, slamming onto the glass shelves before hitting the ground. The shelves along with the alcohol bottles they held all shattered and fell on the deserving creep. "This should be enough to cover the damage," Mkhonto said throwing a large stack of money on the counter and walking away. "Are you okay?" Lwazi asked. "Y-yeah, I think so," I said. "This is going to take a while to fix," he said staring at the damage. Is Mkhonto out of his mind? The man groaned as two of the club's bouncers lifted him up and carried him away. "Lea? What the fuck happened?" Zethu asked as she pushed through the mass of onlookers who had gathered to watch the spectacle. "Some guy was a bit rough with me," I replied. "And who shattered the fucking bar?" she asked. "This other guy threw the perv through it he left some money to cover the damage," Lwazi said. Some money, it looked like it was at least 20 thousand. "The boss is not going to like this," Zethu said. "Well, I have to go," I said standing up. "Sure, bye," Lwazi said. "Bye guys," I said and tried to move through the throng of quite repulsive men. I went to the change rooms and changed out of my outfit into a sweatpants and goodie. After removing my makeup and putting my shoes on, I said goodbye to the remaining dancers before going outside and trying to get an Uber. "Need a ride?" a voice asked and I looked up to see a black Chevrolet. "Read my lips- I would rather have my pussy set on fire then go anywhere with you," I said. "Ooh, you're into fire play. Kinky, I like kinky Miss Zulu," Mkhonto replied. "Oh my God, what the hell do you want?" I asked. "To apologize and give you a chance to see that I'm not the dick you think I am," he said. "And how does my rather low opinion of you affect you?" I asked. "Well, it ruins my street rep," he replied. "And what would that be?" I asked. "That I'm a perfect gentleman," he said and I scoffed. "And I have an offer for you," he said? "What do you want?" I asked again, my repulsion oozing out of my voice. "Preferably for you to ride my face all night," he said and I flushed. Who the hell says things like that? "What?" I asked trying to ignore my throbbing pussy. "Is everything okay here?" I turned around to see Lwazi walking towards. "Y-yeah," I said. "Do you need a ride home?" Lwazi asked. "Yes, please," I stammered, tearing my eyes away from Mkhonto. I felt Lwazi's hand on my back and Mkhonto's eyes hardened as we walked towards Lwazi's Fiat. He unlocked the car and I got in. The black Chevrolet screeched past us just as Lwazi reversed and he cursed. "Entitled bastard," he said angrily as he hooted. "Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded. "Hey, how come you're leaving?" I asked. "Well since half the bar's gone, Zethu sent me home," he said and I nodded again. "Do you know that guy?" he asked as we stopped at a red light. "What guy?" I asked feigning confusion. "The guy you were talking to -" he started before he was cut off by the sound of screeching tyres. "What the actual fuck?" he said as 3 black Chevrolet's surrounded the car. Oh fuck me. One of the men in the cars got out and came up to my window and I ducked down as I saw them lift up a gun. I heard the sound of glass shattering before the car door opened." Good evening," he said reaching over and undoing my seatbelt. I screamed as I felt myself being lifted up. "Ndabezitha!" Lwazi screamed getting out of the car. The man threw me over his shoulder and walked me to one of the cars. "Take another step and I'll blow your brains out," he said pointing a gun at Lwazi. Why are the roads so empty when I need fucking help? I'm so going to kill Mkhonto. The burly guy throws me inside the car before slamming the door. I try opening it but it's locked. "I'm sorry if I was too rough ma'am, " he said as he started the car. I'm really going to kill that man.