Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

Lucretia remained in her seat, unable to move after being given a new appointment for the night. She had finished dressing up and was ready to dance when Talitha sent for her.

“I… My job is to dance…”

“Yes, Lucretia. And that is what you will be doing tonight”

Talitha was the woman in charge of the girls. It was her duty to assign them to different men and ensure they carried out their work perfectly. She also took them for different tests and treatments every month and ensured they were fit and healthy for their job.

“But…” Lucretia paused and sighed. “My job is to teach the girls how to dance and also dance in the clubhouse, not in a VIP room”

“I am aware of that. But tonight, there will be an exception. Instead of dancing at the club, you will dance in the VIP room”

A frustrated sigh ripped out of her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut. Where was Rosana? She wondered, wishing her best friend could just appear and save her. She was the only person who could terminate whatever was going on but sadly, she had been absent from work for two days.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know how you feel about the last-minute change but I had no choice. This person… This man is one of the VIPs in the club. Someone we can never say no to”

Her heart smashed further into its cavity once she heard that. A man! A VIP in the club! What if it happened to be one of Grasso’s men? What if they had finally found she was now working at the club? What if…

“You can wear your mask” Talitha’s voice broke in, disrupting her thoughts.

As Lucretia walked out of the office, she rushed into the bathroom to fix herself once again. If she was dancing in the VIP room, she had to relax her nerves and be ready for it. Nothing was worse than dancing with a disturbed mind.

“I can f*cking do this” She assured herself and stared at the mirror one more time before putting on her mask. “I will kick the motherf*cking b@stard in the balls if he tries sh? t”

*****

Lucretia calmed her nerves and walked into the room as assigned. Surprisingly, it was dark and it made her wonder if she was in the right room. VIP 2, that was the room Talitha had assigned her to. Or had she made a mistake?

She was about to head back to Talitha’s office when the red LED lights turned on, illuminating the str? ppers pole. Lucretia turned around immediately and almost screamed out her lungs when she saw the manly figure, seated at the dark corner of the room.

Who was he? Lucretia wondered as her heart slammed a panicked rhythm against her ribcage. She couldn’t see his face or what he looked like but she was already afraid of him. It didn’t take a minute before she started dancing under the red LED lights, swinging all the way around the pool. She hooked the pole with her long legs and arched her body backward while spinning around.

Before, she would shut her eyes and get carried away by the dance and music but now, she couldn’t. Not when an unknown man was sitting across the room and staring at her with eyes that could melt gold.

Her b00bs bounced in her chest when she clasped her hands around the pole and dragged herself upward. She split her legs open, exposing her lingerie before wrapping them around the pole.

The whole curve of her body was in view as she kept swinging around and springing up the pole. Her short skirt didn’t do well in hiding her round a*s which bounced according to the music. Slow but hard.

Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground and crawled off the small stage, ready for another round. She twerked, twisted her body, and whined her waist as she danced on the floor.

When the music finally ended, she remained on her knees and looked at the man in the room, hoping she could at least see his face. He had not moved an inch since she got into the room and had not uttered a word either. Was he still breathing? She wondered.

“Have I pleased you enough, Sir?” She asked seductively.

A long silence descended which made her shiver. She had managed to dance the whole time without being scared or worried. But now, the feeling returned in full force. Was he planning to k*ll her? Why was he not saying anything?

“Sir…”

“I will clap when I am impressed, Cari? o”

Tension rocketed down her spine at the sound of his voice. She could recognize it anywhere, even in her sleep. It was the only voice that caused her heart to pound so hard its drumbeat echoed in her head, taunting her.

She quietly stood and climbed up the stage for another round. Enzo wasn’t impressed and there was no way she could leave when she hadn’t pleased him. The reports would go back to Talitha who would deduct from her paycheck.

As she started dancing, she remembered her first encounter with him in the club. He had asked her to quit but she bluntly refused. Now, he sat there, watching with dark eyes as she danced her soul out.

*****

“Is that your very best, Cari? o?” Enzo asked, now standing in front of the small stage with both hands inside his trouser pocket. “How much are you paid to do what you do?”

Lucretia instantly froze and moved away from the pole like it burned her. She was still dancing and had not realized when he stood up from his seat and stepped under the light. Now that she saw him, her breath hitched in her throat. He looked like a god in the form of a human.

A dangerously handsome god.

“I asked a question!” Enzo spoke calmly but the darkness in his voice was clear enough. He took a step forward and she flinched backward to the corner of the room like a frightened kitten.

“I… I am a dancer…”

“You told me a long time ago. Do you not remember?” He asked and climbed the small stage. “Or should I refresh your memory, Lucretia?”

Tension rocketed down her spine at the sound of her name on his lips. How did he know her name? She never told him or anyone else, except Talitha and that was because she had to. Talitha was her manager and needed to know everything about her.

For safety reasons, she had also hidden her name from everyone else. Aside from Rosana and Talitha, everyone knew her as Red Velvet.

“No… Please!” She pressed her back against the wall and wished she could disappear. The room suddenly looked too small and most part was consumed by him. “You asked for a dance”

“And do you think I am impressed, hmm?” Another step forward. “Do you think I am f*cking impressed with your dance?”