Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XVI

Mavery's POV:

The dress itself was stunning, it was a beautiful champagne color that was covered in sequins. What I was freaking out about was the design of the dress.

It had halter straps that would wrap around my neck, leaving my back fully visible, and had a no sleeves, meaning I would have no way to hide my arms either.

The club will most likely be dark, so I can try to cover my back with my hair and just pray nobody notices my arms. It's not the most full proof plan but it's all I've got.

I sighed to myself before slipping into the dress that was way too short. It comes not even halfway down my thighs, making a few bruises visible. That was the least of my worries though because bruises are easy to hide with makeup.

I straightened my hair to ensure it would cover my whole back, then applied as much makeup as I could to my forearms in hope to cover it somehow, but the scars were too deep. Makeup wouldn't help me.

For my face I went for a natural look since I was never that gifted at any makeup that wasn't to cover bruises. After that, I dug around in the closet until I found a gorgeous pair of black heels.  The necklace I got from my mother looked out of place on my neck, it did not really go with my outfit. I didn't care, I would never take it off.

Not even if Lorenzo tried to force me.

I got so caught up in getting ready I lost track of time, and Lorenzo must be waiting for me downstairs.

Hurriedly, I grab a matching black purse and try my best to walk down the large staircase in my heels. Sure enough, he was waiting by the elevator for me in the same outfit from earlier.

His eyes didn't leave me the whole time I was walking down the stairs, which made me nervous. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I gave him a small smile .

"You look beautiful." He said, which made me blush a little, I'm not used to getting compliments. I was still upset with Lorenzo, but I needed to me mature right now and not act like he hurt me.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself" I responded before remembering he didn't change outfits from earlier.  He just smirked and held his hand out for me to take.

I was hesitant at first, but took it. 

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After an awkward twenty five minute car ride, we finally arrived at the club.

As we walked in I had to continuously pull at my dress that kept coming up too far. I think this was amusing for him to watch because he let out a laugh. We entered the club and you can say I was a little overwhelmed.

The club was nothing like the bar I worked at in LA. There were drunks, strippers, and what looked to be businessmen all throughout the club. I turned to Lorenzo in disgust, "I'm working at a strip club?!"

"Yes." He responded in the most casual way possible, like he had no obligation to let me know earlier. I rolled my eyes at this, but didn't push anything. My eyes scanned the club, pleased at the lack of lighting. I didn't feel uncomfortable surrounded by drunk men, it reminds me of living with my father. Just the smell of alcohol is already making me nauseous, but I need to be strong and ignore it.

Lorenzo walked me behind the bar and gave me brief instructions on what to do before disappearing to the back of the club where all the other businessmen were. Who does business in a strip club?!

There were a few other bartenders already serving drinks, some just sitting around. But none of them looked interested in getting to know me, so I just didn't engage with them. Glancing at a clock, I find that it is only 7:15, meaning I have almost a solid six hours until my shift ends at 1.