Aziza Suarez by day.
Roulette by night.
21 year old Alina Suarez was a high school dropout, coming from a background full of neglect due to her childhood living with an abusive & alcoholic stepdad and a drug addicted mother.
At 14, her poor choices...
UR: Today marks the day that we will be giving away the club. In the 5 long years I have been running this club, I'd never thought we'd get here.
A: It's honestly surreal. Sorry to pry but what did you need me for, unc?
UR: Today the new owner of The Pynk, Mr Brown, will be expected in our club.
A: Go on...
UR: Aziza. You're my best dancer. I need you to show him a good time today. We need this. I can't afford to miss out on this offer.
A: I got you.
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"Here you go ma"
I hand her an ice pack to put onto her bruised face. That son of a bitch Julio put his hands on her again. I keep telling her to leave him, but she doesn't want to listen.
A: Ma, por qué no te vas? (why don't you leave?)
She sits in silence, unable to make eye contact.
RING RING
Incoming call: Mia🫂 M: Hey! you coming to the first meeting to meet our boss?
A: I can't. My mom. You know how it is.
M: Oh shit! She okay?
A: I think so. She won't talk much.
M: Don't worry, I got you. I'll cover for you.
A: Thank you so much Mia!
M: No problem, babe.
————- CLUB OWNER'S POV ————-
Today I have a meeting in the afternoon to meet my employees for the new club I'm running.
Carmen
Here!
Scarlett
Here!
Mia
Here!
Aziza
No answer.
Aziza?
"An emergency came up." Mia spoke on her behalf.
"More important than being here?"
Mia: Yes, sir.
Could it be a coincidence? I brushed it off and carried on.
——————- AZIZA'S POV ——————-
I walked out the locker room to find that everyone in town had came down to The Pynk to celebrate our new success.
I navigated my way through the crowd to find my way backstage for my solo. But before I could, I felt a large hand grab my arm. It was him.
"Come with me"
The familiar stranger drags me through the crowd and into the office.
"What the heck?"
?: We need to talk.
"After the shit you pulled earlier? Hell no."
I try to walk away, but he grabs my neck with a subtle but firm grip.
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He pushes me up against the wall. His body leaves no space between mine.
His face near mine.
?: I didn't see you earlier this afternoon.
"I was busy."
?: It's a shame. I was really looking forward to seeing you again.
Why?
?: Because. You're mine.
Says who?
?: Says the new club owner.
I look at him in disbelief as he lets go of my neck. He reaches his hand out to shake mine:
?: Nice to meet you Aziza Suarez. I'm Lucky Brown.
