Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Suspicions

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I arrive back at the Pink Rose and quickly slip into my work attire. My outfit is just as revealing as it was on the night I first met Fedorov. I refuse to stay a second longer in my apartment. It doesn't even feel like my home anymore. My mind keeps replaying the message I received earlier. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I nervously make my way towards the main room of the Pink Rose. 

As I walk into the club, I'm relieved to see Fedorov isn't there. Even though it's foolish of me, part of me was scared she would be waiting for me. The other patrons don't seem to notice my unease and start chatting away as usual. The night is surprisingly slow and after a while my thoughts wander back to the moment in my apartment.

Did she.. no she wouldn't..

I think to myself while I hand over drinks to customers. My mind is filled with thoughts about what happened. Am I this naïve or am I just paranoid? When I arrive back to the bar, someone suddenly calls out to me.

"Hey sweetheart, it's nice to see you again." I scowl, ready to punch someone in the face as per my usual working routine. But when I turn around, I see the man from Neon Mortis.

"Oh, wait you were one of the men at Fedorov's table at Neon Mortis right?" I reply and walk over, looking up at him. He is definately two heads taller than me.

"And you were the beautiful woman that sauntered in there to return Fedorov's card. Or, one of them anyway," he sneers sarcastically. 

I nod and squint my eyes, asking "So what brings you here? Marco, right?" Tipping my head slightly to the side, I wait for his response.

"You remember my name, I feel honored."

"How could I forget the time you nearly lost your eye due to a poker chip, courtesy of Fedorov's expert aim? Yeah, real smooth there." I smirk and raise my brow. Marco laughs, a deep guttural sound that fills the room.

"Well, I'm here for another reason entirely. You see, I'm looking for someone and thought you could help me out." He glances at me with an odd intensity that makes me feel uneasy. "I need to find Fedorov."

I stop in my tracks before I turn my head back to him after I serve another booth. "Find Fedorov?" I ask.

She's not missing again, right? Please don't tell me she's resorted to her usual tricks of trying to kidnap me and cram me into her car.

"Is she missing?"

"Hmmm," Marco smirks knowingly. "Not quite, but I'm looking for her for some business that I want to get involved in." He explains and his sly smile sends a shiver down my spine.

Why do I feel like this is a lie..

"Oh okay, I don't have a clue where she is," I respond, continuing on with my work. But he doesn't stop there, following me as he continues to ask more questions.

"Come now, we both know that's a lie."

I stop in my tracks when he says that and frown looking at him. "What do you mean?" I ask while I write down orders from different booth's.

"Come now, clearly Fedorov has her eyes set on you." He smirks. "It's not as if she would have taken such drastic measures as trying to blind me in one eye at the poker table that night if she weren't interested in you." Marco states while towering over me as I write down and continue walking away from him.

"As I said," I state more firmly, "I don't know where she is and no, she doesn't have her eyes on me." I add with annoyance. "Sorry to break it to you, but if she did, then she wouldn't have tried to throw me over a bridge." I say sarcastically, looking back at him. He just laughs and despite myself, I can't help but join in a bit too adding sarcastic chuckles.