Mafia Flower // Harry Styles

7

As the darkness fell upon the bustling city, the skyscrapers lit up with twinkling lights. I gazed out the car's window at the vast city. I was sitting in the leather passenger seat of Mr. Styles's Rolls Royce. This time Mr. Styles was driving his own car instead of Alissa or the chauffeur. Mr. Styles gripped the steering wheel, clearly frustrated by traffic. We were driving to his business which I had no clue what type of business he ran. Before we left, I put on a blonde wig and heavy makeup as a disguise. My lips were painted red with the lipstick he previously called, 'sexy.' I was adorned in a little black dress, a black coat, and my pearls that I always wore.

He smoothly parked his car on the side of the curb in front of a building that was connected to many other establishments. We exited the vehicle and his car beeped signaling that it was locked. My gaze was fixed on a neon sign that was lit up in colors of gold and pink. Lights danced around the neon letters that spelled, Club Styles: Gentlemen's Club.

There was a line of men and women impatiently waiting outside of the club. I wrapped my coat tighter around myself as the chilly air brushed against my skin. We approached the dark door. The bouncer immediately stopped us with a large hand placed on Mr. Styles's chest.

"Woah. Only members can cut in line. Can I see your membership card?" The bouncer spoke loudly over the noisy city.

Mr. Styles pulled his ID out of his thick wallet and showed it to the bouncer's face. The bouncer peered at the card. Then, his face lit up in surprise. The man instantly gave up his dominant stance and stepped back.

"Oh, my bad, boss! Forgive me! Please, enter!" His voice was shaky.

Mr. Styles chuckled for a minute in disbelief and pinched his nose bridge. The gaurd seemed to relax and even began laughing with him but Mr. Styles changed into a serious demeanor and the gaurd tensed in fear again.

"Make that mistake again I'll have to fire you!" Mr. Styles growled.

"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again! I promise!" The bouncer pleaded in a New York accent.

He opened the door and stepped aside to allow us entrance. Mr. Styles shoved his ID back into his wallet and I followed him inside the club. I had been inside nightclubs before but I had never been inside a gentlemen's club before.

The nauseating scent of cigarettes and perfume filled my notrils. Lights casted the deepest colors of blue and red across the sea of drunk bodies. Fringe-clad strippers spun around shiny poles in every corner of the dark room. Green dollar bills and smoke rained on the exotic dancers as music pulsed throughout the club. His tattooed hand grabbed my small one which oddly comforted me. He guided me through the crowd of aroused men. Then, he led me through a black door that revealed the back of the club. The back of the club appeared to be a large concrete garage. I immediately noticed the bloody and bruised man with a shaved head tied to a chair. His head was hung low but he weakly lifted his head up when he heard the door slam shut.

A man in a black coat with brown hair approached us and shouted, "Ay, Harry Styles!"

"Louis, good to see you," Mr. Styles greeted him with a toothy grin.

A man followed Louis and Mr. Styles greeted him as, "Ronnie."

Ronnie scanned my body and I uncomfortably shifted my body weight towards Styles.

"Who's this babe?" Ronnie asked interestedly, raking my body with his dark eyes.

"This is my...friend," Styles introduced me.

Ronnie responded, "Friend? I've never seen you around here before. What's this friend's name?"

"Soph." I gave him my nickname.