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"Shallo stop moving." Jake holds me in position whereas I don't know if that's gonna stop me from jumping around like a little girl who got her favourite candy. I guess this is one of his surprises. He's currently zipping up the dress he got me, for this big day apparently, but it's just a little tight.

"Where are we going?" I ask again 

"You'll see. Just stop moving, woman!" He finally zips it up. It's a sleeveless white dress that ended just above my knees, with a little cleavage. He directs me to the car and drives off.

He parks in front of a big white house. Not a mansion but it sure is big.
My mouth slightly parts at the size of it. Jake grasps the gold doorknob and opens the huge wooden door for me. I scoop my arm in his and we walk in.

"Welcome son, welcome." Frank scans me before he spoke up again. "And who is this beautiful damsel beside you?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Boss, this is my girlfriend, Shallo." Jake looks at me proudly

"Hello Shallo. Jake has told me so many good things about you. It's nice to finally meet you." I give him my hand to shake but he brings it to his mouth and kisses it.

I observe Frank who flirtatiously winks at me, making me look away instantly, whilst pulling my hand away.

"Dinner is almost served. Come!" He leads us to a white large room with two chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and a long mahogany table in the middle of the room, and about twenty chairs around the table. There are no pictures hanged around , it's strange. A house as big as this would usually have a wall covered in pictures or paintings.

He gestures a seat for Jake. Jake pulls out a seat for me next to him. I make myself comfortable as we wait for the food. These people probably have the best chefs around here.

I inhale the satisfying aroma. Mac and cheese; my favourite. I accidentally make eye contact with Frank again and this time he winked and licked his upper lip seductively. I raise my middle finger at him. Which he didn't seem to like at all.

"Jake from which brothel did you pull  this whore out? " I widen my eyes at his sudden rude outflow of words. I was fighting back everything in me not to mess this dinner up. Until I couldn't any longer.

" Listen you old ratbag, if I were you I would put my thirst aside and behave like a grown ass man."

"SHALLO!!!" I flinch at Jake's deep voice. "Control yourself!" He adds.
I'm not even at fault. This old man is shamelessly flirting with me and Jake is defending him.

"What?" I said calmly. "If a man can't control his sexual problems, why should I control myself?" I asked not holding my words back.

"I'm sorry B-boss. S-she's lost it." Jake stammers, apologising. His eyes throwing daggers at me just as I stood up.

"Leave my house now!" He orders pointing to the direction where we came in from.

"Oh please I was leaving. Who would want to stay in a man's house of ill fame disguised as a holy place?" I shoot him a death glare thanking myself for putting his old wrinkled self in his place. At this moment my fear for Frank abandoned me. All that's left is hatred. This man thinks he can do whatever just 'cause he thinks he's a gang leader. Men misbehave with ladies and society blames ladies.