Ghosted.

Chapter 3.

And so as she endured the rest of her shift,feeling as if there were more eyes on her than usual. Either her paranoia was up again or these men were just downright thirsty. But how could they not stare. She was dressed like striper.
She knew working in a club would mean showing off a little skin. But she didn't expect this.

She glared at the Boss as he conversed with a lady. How could he make her wear this and now he's over there flirting. She thought to herself.

"If looks could kill" Eve smirked.
"Shut up" Canary spat.

The Bar man walked up to her. He was sweet unlike the other people that worked there. The girls did not hesitate to show their disgust and the guys... Well,paid her no attention. Much to her delight actually.
She didn't want to risk her husband finding her by getting into trouble with these people

"Hey Canny" he pinched her cheek.
She smiled at him. "Hey Dan,what's up?"
"Not much. You seen the Boss?"
"Oh. He's over there flirting with Barbie" she grimaced.
"Ooh. Is someone jealous?" Eve wiggled her eyebrows.
"I swear in everything good in this world,if you don't shut up you will die" Canary said. Maybe a little too loud.
"What?"
"What? Um. Sorry I was just meditating."
"Really?"
"Yeah... It helps.. My hair grow softer" she gestured at her hair.
He chuckled. "You're weird" he said as he walked into the restroom. "I'll see you later"

Red watched as Barman pinched Canary's cheeks and how she smiled at him. He didn't like that. He didn't like it all.

She notices his stare and raises her eyebrows.. Eyeing him with every ounce of skepticism.
His eyes bore into hers as she touched her hair.
Shaking her head she walked away. He knew she was annoyed by him. He made her wear that skimpy revealing dress only because he wanted to see how she'd look in it. Call him a pervert but he liked the way her dress clung to her tiny curves.
Correction, he was a proud pervert.

There was something about the girl that intrigued him And it wasn't just the idea of having her in his bed. He wanted to know her. Unlike the lady with with the fake tits and ass who threw herself shamelessly at him,Canary was a little more natural. She didn't talk much but her eyes said more.
He noticed the way she'd get lost in her thoughts and how she conversed with herself.  He chuckled. Just how he liked them-crazy and sexy.

Eve's eyes trained on Red and then on Canary. She had been thinking of how to help the girl find happiness. And the answer was just 10 feet from her. 
Canary gave her a deadpan stare as a smile crept on Eve's face for reasons unbeknownst to her.
Their eyes met "I'm not even gonna ask." Eve's smile only broadened.

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ITALY

Dante sat in his lounge. A cigarette between his fingers and a glass of wine on his other hand. One of the stripers approached him,gently grinding on him as he puffed a smoke.
A call came in.
"Boss,we've found her"
He smirked. Finally.
"Want us to bring her in?"
"Nay. I'll takeover from here" he ended the call.
Yanking the stripper's hair and pushing her off his lap.
"Get off slut... My wife's coming home."