My Dirty Night Secret

Six

ANGELA’S POV

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart pounded louder than the low roar of the black Mercedes’ engine. The tinted windows turned the world outside into shadows, and the fine leather seat felt like ice against my bare thighs.

But none of that compared to the knot of dread in my stomach when Dog handed me a blindfold.

“Precaution,” he said flatly.

Wherever we were going, I wasn’t allowed to see the route.

The drive felt endless. No radio. No conversation. Just the heavy silence and the growing weight of what I had agreed to do.

My breath caught when the car finally rolled to a smooth stop. We had been traveling on gravel for the last fifteen minutes. Wherever this was, we no longer were in the city.

The passenger door opened.

“You can take that off,” Dog said, already walking away.

I pulled the black cloth from my eyes and froze.

The Mercedes was parked at the bottom of a sweeping staircase that led up to an enormous mansion. The kind you only saw in movies. Stark white against the night sky, its imposing façade radiated both beauty and danger. Surveillance cameras watched from every corner, and the distant barking of guard dogs echoed through the darkness. This was not a place you simply walked out of.

“Are you coming?” Dog’s voice snapped me out of my stunned silence.

I nodded quickly.

“Y-yeah.”

I followed him up the wide steps and through massive double doors into a luxurious lobby.

Marble floors gleamed under crystal chandeliers. Everything about the place screamed old money and hidden power.

“Stay here,” Dog ordered. “Don’t touch anything. Don’t go anywhere. I don’t have to explain what happens if you do.”

I shook my head.

“Got it.”

With that, he disappeared down a hallway, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the vast room.

My pulse hammered in my ears.

Fifteen tense minutes later he returned with the same emotionless expression and motioned for me to follow. If it wasn't for the simmering stress in pit of my stomach, i might've payed closer attention to the beautifully styled house.

The mansion was so large I quickly lost all sense of direction. By the time we reached the right door, I had no idea how to find my way back to the exit. Not that it would have mattered if things went wrong.

Dog knocked and a deep, familiar voice answered from the other side.

“Come in.”

My stomach clenched.

The door opened to reveal a spacious office dominated by a large mahogany desk. Piercing silver eyes locked onto me the moment I stepped inside.

Hanzo sat leaning back in a leather chair, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Smoke curled lazily from his lips as he studied me like a predator sizing up its next meal. He didn’t look surprised. He looked like he had been expecting me all along.

“What a surprise,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I wasn’t expecting an angel in my office tonight.”

He took another slow drag, never blinking as he watched me through the drifting smoke.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady.

“I came to talk about… the offer.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “Does it still stand?”

Hanzo let the silence stretch, savoring the way I trembled in front of him. Then he rose to his full height, straightening his expensive suit jacket with a firm tug. The fabric hugged his powerful, muscular frame. This man didn't eat or drink himself to stupor. He was in peak shape.

He approached with deliberate steps, stopping directly in front of me. Then, he exhaled a stream of smoke into my face.

I coughed, the sharp bite of nicotine making my eyes water, but I refused to step back.

His fingers reached out and gently twirled a loose strand of my blonde hair. Before, he leaned in, inhaling the scent of my shampoo, and a low groan rumbled in his chest.

“It does,” he finally answered, releasing the curl.

His voice had dropped to something dark and threatening. It sent chills racing down my spine.

“If I accept… you’ll clear my father’s debt?” I forced myself to meet his eyes. “You’ll leave me and my family alone?”

"Yes. If you sell your virginity to me, I will."

"How can I be sure?”

Hanzo caught my chin between his fingers, tilting my face up until our lips were only inches apart.

“If I promise something, Angel, I keep my word.”

I swallowed, staring at his hardened features.

“Then… I accept.”

The words tasted like surrender.

Just days ago I had been so certain I would never make this choice. And yet here I was.

A small, satisfied smirk curved his lips.

“Good choice.” He leaned even closer, breath brushing my mouth. “My Angel.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for his hands to claim me. Instead, he stepped back.

I blinked in confusion.

Hanzo returned to his desk and crushed the cigarette into an ashtray.

“We won’t do it here.” He glanced back at me, “Your first time should be special.”

My heart hammered against my ribs.

“Meet me at the Bekens Hotel on Saturday. Eight p.m. sharp.” He sat down, eyes still locked on me. “And don’t be late. Or the deal is off, and I’ll double what your father owes me.”

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“Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

“What is going on with you?”

Aria had been trying to corner me all day. She finally succeeded in the hallway after practice.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” Her voice softened from frustration to genuine worry. “You’ve been depressed lately. You look exhausted, and you barely talk to me anymore. You didn’t even answer my texts yesterday. What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything.”

I stopped in the middle of the hallway.

I hadn’t slept. Practice had drained what little energy I had left. And tonight I had to meet Hanzo. It felt like the weight of the entire world was crushing my shoulders.

“You’re imagining things. I’ve just been tired,” I lied weakly and she knew it. “I just need some rest.”

I couldn’t tell her the truth.

‘Hey, I’m about to sell my virginity to a dangerous mob boss because my gambling-addict father owes him a fortune.’

Aria’s eyes narrowed.

“Fine. Don’t tell me.” She crossed her arms dramatically, sadness flickering across her face. “I thought we could talk about everything. Guess I was wrong. I’m not mad… I just want my cheerful friend back.”

My jaw tightened.

It took everything I had not to cry. I couldn’t drag her into this. God only knew what Hanzo was capable of.

“Hey!” A warm, honeyed voice called from behind me before I could find a better response for Aria.

I whipped around in a hurry, coming face to face with Fred's bright, sunny features.

My heart did a nervous little flip.

“I was hoping to catch you. You didn’t reply to my text. I was starting to worry.”

A wide yet somewhat nervous smile played across his lips.

If there was such a thing as a real-life Prince Charming, it was Fred–kind, gentle, and effortlessly handsome.

“Text? Oh…that text!” I stammered, cheeks burning. “Yeah, sorry. I’ve been really busy.”

“Well? What’s your answer? Maybe we could grab coffee today?”

Damn. Why does his smile has to be so

adorable?

His hopeful smile made my chest ache.

“I can’t. I have… things to take care of tonight. It’s going to be a long one.”

“Oh.” His face fell. “Alright then.”

“But I’m free next week. Monday maybe?” I added quickly.

This night would be a nightmare, but after that i would be free again. I could go out with a guy i liked..

The smile returned instantly.

“Great! Monday it is. Let’s meet after classes.”

He waved goodbye, stealing one last look at me before walking away. Even from behind, he looked perfect.

“Well, well, well…” Aria’s scowl had transformed into her signature Cheshire-cat grin. “Did someone just land a date?”

I let a small, genuine smile slip through.

“It’s not like that. We’re just going to discuss practicing the routine.”

“Sureee. What kind of routine exactly?” She nudged me with her elbow. “Usually in bed it’s a bad thing, but with him? I wouldn’t mind.”

“Stop it.” I laughed softly, cheeks still flushed.

I had been dreaming about Fred since the first day of classes. This was the first time he had asked me out, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high.

Though, a part of me was squealing in joy

until…

Ping!

A message from an unknown number flashed on the cracked screen with a simple, chilling reminder:

‘Bekens Hotel. 8 p.m. Don’t be late.’