THE MAFIA'S STRIPPER

CHAPTER 6

I know you guys have already seen some parts of this chapter but after reading them (for the 60th time) I realized what was wrong: it didn't fit the projectile I'm trying to take with the book. So, I'm so sorry but can you guys pretend you didn't read the other 3 chapters & the last time you saw Zitha was when she got kidnapped again, okay? 💋🫵🏾🫶🏾

NDABEZITHA

|THE ENCORE|

"Let go of me!" I screamed as I kicked the burly man's chest. After I'd been thrown in the car, we'd drove for about 20 minutes - with him ignoring my questions - before stopping. We were at the house I had been held captive in earlier, good times. "Tell Mr Hadebe she's here," Mr Muscle said to his replica. He walked us past multiple doors that looked the same before stopping outside a room. He knocked and entered promptly afterwards. He put me down before stealthily walking out. There was a man and the woman who had given me the hoodie the last time I'd been kidnapped. They both looked amused at me having to be carried and I glared. "Hi," the woman said. "Hi," I replied. "I'm Nala", she said looking at her companion expectedly, "and this is Ngcobo," she said. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ndabezitha," I said and they exchanged a look. "Your name is Ndabezitha?" Nala asked and I nodded. The door opened and we all turned as the guy I'd heard Mkhonto call Mageba walked in. "Oh, we thought you were Mkhonto. Where is he anyway?" Nala asked and Mageba shrugged. "Nkosazane," he said in greeting. My throat closed up and my chest tightened does he know? He can't, no, he's probably just being cordial. "Sawubona," I replied. He looked at me with interest and I tried to hold his gaze but failed. I sighed and sat down on one of the chairs. The three grouped together in the corner and discussed whatever in hushed tones. After almost 10 minutes of mind numbing boredom the door opened again and the handsome devil walked in. Wait handsome? "About damn time," Nala said and he glared at her. "Miss Zulu," he said and bowed his head in greeting. My upbringing fought against the urge to ignore him and I stammered a reply. "Mkhonto, no," Nala said and he tore his eyes away from mine. "Nala what exactly do I pay you for?" he asked. Although the question was phrased as a rhetorical one Nala replied tentatively, "All things tech related." "Now is this something tech related? No. Ngicela ungayi ngeni ke. That goes for all of you," he said. Okay, ak'seshushu. "Miss Zulu, now that you've been acquainted with the rest of my team, follow me," he said and I got up and followed him out the door. He led me to an office and pulled out a chair for me. "Thank you," I said sitting down. He unbuttoned his suit jacket before sitting down. Lorddddd he smells so good. "I have an offer for you," he said. "I would like to decline," I retorted and . "But you haven't even heard what I have to offer," he said. "I don't care to," I replied. "I'll make it worth your time," he said and I scoffed. "How so?" I asked, interested. "R10 million," he replied. "Now I'm intrigued as to what you want that you'd be willing to spend as much money," I replied. "I want you to be my personal uh... assistant," he said coyly. "Do you mean your personal uh... excuse my French : whore?" I asked and he smirked. "No, but I wouldn't mind a few benefits being added into the mix," he said. "I don't need money," I said and I smiled. "I know. Which is why I have a counter offer. Like I've told you before, MaZulu, I know everything. From what size shoe you are to how many dildo's you own. Purple is a cute colour you know, " he said and I blanched. "And I also know where you're from," he added and I worried I might pass out from shock. "Wh-what?" i stammered. "Yes, I know. However that's not the point. When I learnt of your origin I got to wondering : why would a woman of your stature and wealth turn that all down to become a stripper? Then it hit me, you're like me in so many ways. One of them being being a thrill seeker. It added up with your few - yet covered up - run ins with the law and I knew you were perfect for the job. So what do you say?" he asked. "What exactly does this job entail?" I asked. "Being literal candy on my arm. Apparently, being a bachelor makes being a businessman a bit more difficult when trying to take over family businesses," he said. "R10 million a month?" I asked and he smiled. "Yes," he said. "You see now, you're making me an offer I can't refuse," she said and we both smiled. "You watched it?" he asked sounding a tad excited. "Professionalism, Mr Hadebe," I said standing up and he followed suit. "Welcome to the team MaZulu," he said extending his hand. I hesitated slightly before allowing his large hand to engulf mine.