How far could I go with you? (Mafia! Frank x reader)

Numbers

There was a lot people didn't know about me. However, there was a lot I didn't know about myself either.

I worked at casino, not like an underground one but a completely legal one in the middle of the city.
Well, I thought it was legal.
It was all run by my dad. He was a big man, very rich and very greedy. He let me work for him because compared to my siblings, I was a complete fuck up. I didn't mind too much. The only problem was the customers.
Most, if not all of the gamblers that showed up were old horny men that thought that women were property, not people. The sad part was that we were property. My dad legally owned everyone in the building except for the customers. It was a cruel system but I was in no position to question him.

I had one job, apparently. Look pretty. I didn't like the job but according to everyone I was only a pretty face so I had to stay at the bar and pretend to know what I was doing. I watched as people's eyes went from my face to my chest and then back to my face. It was a process I hated, the initial thought they all had was certainly:
"Hot? Check. Nice tits? Check."
It wasn't the people I hated, it was just how they were brought up. Our past shapes us, after all.
'Sorry, miss?' I was snapped out of my thoughts by a gentle voice. I quickly looked around idiotically until I found the source. It was a short man who looked to be in his mid to late twenties. His hair was a short, dark brown and hazel eyes that were so close to being green I had to check twice. His clothes were very plain, just black jeans with a large suit jacket and white button-up shirt tucked in. He looked respectable compared to everyone else in this place I was forced to call home.
'Oh, sorry I was looking at nothing!' I spoke without thinking. My face went red as the man chuckled at me.
'That's fine. I was just going to say that you looked really nice. I wanted to chat.'
'I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to. My boss will leave me in the basement if I do that.' I joked, yet the man didn't smile. His expression dropped quite suddenly. He tapped his index finger on the bar and bit his tongue.
'That's a shame. You look like you'd rather be anywhere but here.' He looked around quickly before I spoke.
'I guess I would. Look, I'm really sorry sir but-'
'It's Frank.' He cut me off rudely.
'Frank, but if I get caught talking to a customer I'll get in serious trouble.' I nervously admitted, noticing the mans eyes suddenly lock onto mine.
'Could I at least get your number?'
'If it means I get to see you again than certainly.'
If you asked me now, I couldn't tell you why I did it. I scribbled down my number and wrote my first name in the corner.
'(Y/n).'