The Devil's Girl

II

By the time I get to the club the next day, I am almost completely done with the day. From Pauly calling me a hundred times to make sure I look good tonight, to my dishwasher breaking, everything is a disaster.

As I walk into the club, I am met with a bunch of men yelling. They are all already drunk, and if they're anything like Pauly, this is going to make for an interesting evening. I put all my belongings in the back and fix my makeup so I'm ready to go on the floor.

I walk out into the bar area and see ten men sitting at a table playing cards. To my surprise, most of them aren't old like Pauly. All of the men eye me up and down like I am the prey and they're the predators. Except one.

He's sitting farthest away from me at the head of the table and is staring right through me. He's twirling a switchblade in his hand while looking at me. He sends shivers down my back and he's by far the most attractive man I'd ever seen. He was largely built with tattoos covering every inch of his body. He has a vacant look in his eyes and looked violent. Although he may be attractive, it would probably be best if I stayed away from him, he looks scary.

"Hi, what could I get you, gentlemen?" I asked with a smile. I was trying to be nice even though I felt extremely intimidated with these men all around me. Before any of them could respond Pauly caught me off guard and pulled me onto his lap.

"There's my girl. I had my special girl come in tonight." Pauly cupped my face in his hand and as I tried to pull away, he wouldn't let me go.

"Be a good little bitch and make sure all my friends are well taken care of, alright?" Pauly whispered in my ear.

I scurried off of his lap and began to take everyone's orders. The way Mr. tall and brooding was looking at me had me a mixture of afraid, and a little hot and bothered. After I took his order I began blushing and he smirked directly at me, clearly knowing the effect he had on me. The man radiated arrogance and power. He was sitting at the head of the table and looked to be the most important man there.

The way the men were talking to him with respect made me think that maybe he was Pauly's boss. But I thought Pauly owned the bar? I guess he could be the manager and the other guy could be the owner. There was something off about this man though. He had a dark aura around him, and everyone jumped and stopped talking every time he would speak. Almost like he could say "jump" and they would ask "how high?".

When I came back to the table with drinks, I felt like I was getting stared at by the man in the corner and Pauly began getting loud and handsy. After I set his drink down in front of him, he slapped my behind and I jumped in shock.

At the same time, I heard a slam into the table and when I looked at what the noise came from, the man in the corner had stabbed his switchblade into the table and was staring daggers into Pauly.

"Vado a prednere una sigaretta." (I am going for a smoke). The man said to his friend next to him. His voice sounded like butter speaking in a language I could only assume sounded like Spanish or Italian. A dark part of my mind couldn't help imagining all the sinful things that would sound amazing coming from his mouth.

I quietly ran to the kitchen to try and catch my breath for a moment. I genuinely could not do this for the rest of the night. Pauly was gross and I needed to quit immediately. But I barely finished high school, and this was the only job that would hire me. I had to hold it together for the rest of the night and I would decide what to do after that.

The rest of the night went by relatively quickly and soon enough it was time for me to clean up and leave. One by one, Pauly's friends began to leave and finally the only person left was the man at the head of the table and Pauly. As I was cleaning up, I heard a muffled conversation that sounded like it was getting heated.

I didn't want to interrupt but I was finished cleaning and I had to get the okay from Pauly before I went home.

"Sorry to interrupt gentleman but Pauly everything's cleaned up, is it okay for me to clock out?" I asked and he simply laughed.

"Didn't I get myself a good one Donte? What a submissive bitch she is." He grabbed me by the chin to kiss my cheek, but I turned my head. The man was absolutely vile, but I was trapped here and left alone with him so needed to handle this and the least confrontational way possible.

This time Pauly grabbed me roughly. "You dumb stupid little girl; you think you can do that to me?" He asked menacingly and then slapped me in the face.

I felt the impact before I saw what happened. Pauly hit me so hard I fell onto the floor. Donte looked over at Pauly and pointed his finger at him.

"Ti ho già avvertito una volta. Stai andando a pagare per questo." (I already warned you once. You are going to pay for this). Donte laughed in a haunting way.

I grabbed my face in pain and stood up. I decided to just leave so I clocked out and began walking home.

About halfway into my walk home, I remembered that I forgot my purse at the club. I turned around to go back and sighed as if my night couldn't get any worse. Once I got back to the bar I tried opening the front door but it was locked.

Sometimes Pauly locked the front right after closing so I decided to go through the alley and get into the club through the back.

As I walked to the back, the same eerie silence appeared as yesterday. I saw Pauly taking the trash out, so I knew I wasn't too late.

I was about to call out to him when three-gun shots rang out and I watched as his lifeless body drops to the ground in front of me.

A shrill scream escaped me as I saw Donte in front of me wielding the gun and pointing it at me with a murderous look on his face.

"You're a monster." I screamed.

"No baby girl, I'm the devil." And then everything went black.