The Mafia Lord’s Obsession

Chapter002

Clarissa’s pov.

My heart was thumping loudly against my ribcage as I made my way down the stage. I needed to change since we were about to do a group performance even though I worked better alone.

This night moves slower than usual. I could feel my bones aching and my head thumping. The loud music blaring off the speaker didn’t make it any better.

I glanced around the club, as I rubbed the back of my neck. Most of the men here were in corporate dress, which tells the fact they came here straight from work.

Most of them had a ring on their finger and I felt somewhat disgusted watching the man at the far end of the bar with a stripper on his lap. For goodness’s sake, he would have at least had the decency to remove his wedding band, but who was I to judge?

A group of people hurdled by the door of the club and I wondered what Cisn was doing for them to block the entrance.

“What do you think you are doing? Let go of me you fucker” my father's familiar voice rang through my ears.

My brow furrowed. What was he doing here?

Another groan broke through, forcing me out of my stagnant state. I hurried my way, pushing my way through the people at the door before I came face to face with the scene outside.

My father was seated on the floor, the white t-shirt he had worn stained. His lip was busted open while a large gnash painted his forehead red, as blood slowly dropped on it. Two men were towering, while one of them had a gun pointed at his head.

“Stop” I screamed, causing all heads to turn to me. I rushed to my father’s aid, attempting to push the chest of the bulky man who stood in my way.

“What do you think you are doing?” I questioned, glaring at him while I stood in front of him like a human shield.

I looked around, noticing there were enough people there to stop them if they wanted to be there, but no one intervened. How cruel.

“Who are you to go around beating people just because you feel like it?!” I looked at the two men one after the other, straight in their eyes, ignoring my father pulling at my arms.

“You sure have a lot of balls for a tiny girl like you” one of them laughed, sizing me with his eyes up. “How much for a night?”

Laughter rang around causing my cheeks to heat up in shame.

I said “Take care of your own meals, then we can talk, but in the meantime you can go f*ck your mother.”

I watched the smile from earlier wipe off his face, as the line on his forehead hardened “Oh I am sorry, is she dead?” I laughed.

Like a ticking bomb, he exploded, raising his palm up in the air to strike me “you-”

“Enough” A calm voice broke through the heated atmosphere as the man I hadn’t noticed standing at the far end broke through the shadow. His gaze zeroed on me while his long leg took dangerous strikes to us.

I could see him clearly now, from the hardened expression of his face to the scar running along his eyebrow, the glint in his cold blue eyes and I felt myself shiver. He looked like a beautiful walking nightmare.

He looked at the men from earlier, and I watched in fascination as they cowered in fear.

“Why are you making a mess?” He spoke in an eerie calm tone, but still commanded the air like he wielded thunder.

“I am sorry boss” the first man grumbled, bowing his head.

I looked from the man to them, so this was their boss, I thought.

“Couldn’t you have finished him up quietly?” He spoke again, this time his statement causing anger to course through me. This was my father they were speaking about like he was some lunch they were yet to finish.

“Excuse me?!” I shrieked.

His cold gaze snapped at me. “Do you want to lose your tongue?” And his expression remained indifferent like he didn’t just threaten to cut off my tongue.

Who were these people?

Our manager chose at that moment to step in “Jane, go inside”, he spoke quietly, pulling my arm to lead me back inside.

I wrenched my arm away from his hold. “You stood there watching them beat one of my fathers and when I tried to intervene you were ordering me to go back inside?” I huffed in disbelief.

“You don’t understand, you are making things worse for you and your Father” he retorted, looking at me with frustration.

“What?” I looked at him, noticing the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was scared. But for whom? For himself or I and my father?

I turned to the boss and asked “what did he do to you for your men to beat him up so badly?”

His gaze ran through me like I was some dirt under his shoe, and it hit back home.

“People like you are the worst, with no human sympathy” I continued, looking at him with disgust. No matter how beautiful this man was, I already hated him down to his soul.

“Jane, was it?” Amusement lit up in his eyes, that was the first reaction I had seen from him since he decided to make a special appearance.

The way he had said my stage name made it seem like I had gotten the name of a cartoon character, even though that was true, he still made me feel like a child–like I was that kid fighting for a little bit of attention, and it annoyed me down to my core.

I kept shut watching him wave me over, but I would let the ground open up and swallow me whole rather than going to him.

“You can go f*ck yourself” I gritted out.

“I’d rather f*ck you, kitten”, his lips tinted in a smile. “Just say the word, my d**k would look good between those lips”

I felt my whole body go on fire, and I looked away.

“Jesus Christ”, I heard my father mutter from behind me.

“How dare you say that nasty sh*t to me?” I said, irrespective of my body's reaction towards him.

“Jane, that’s enough. Inside now!” The manager said, the steel in his voice leaving no room for opposition.

He pulled me by my arms and dragged me inside, not hearing a word from my mouth.

He opened the door to the staff room and shut it behind us. “Didn’t you hear my first warning?!” He shouted, his anger bouncing off the walls of the room.

“I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing! He would have killed my father”I argued.

“Do you even know who that man is?” He questioned, waiting for me to respond. I kept quiet. Was I supposed to know him?

“That’s Theo Alejandro, the head of the Italian mafia and the owner of this club, not only this club but lots of casinos across the country.”

Oh my God. My eyes widened in horror, I was indeed doomed.

“Exactly what I thought” he sighed for the tenth time this evening. “I don't know what to do with you right now, but you would have to lie low” he paused, like he was waiting for me to argue with him about this but I bit my tongue to keep shut.

“I would–” his phone rang, interrupting him,he raised a finger up as he placed the phone to his ear.

“Yes I am with her.”He gazed at me, “I understand, sir.”

He pocketed his phone. “He wants you, Jane, to dance for him”, he sighed,

“What do you mean by dance? I don’t do private sessions”, I retorted, my body breaking out in chills.

“You will have to dance for him if you want to keep this job and your life along with that of your Dad's”

Talk about a f*cking bad day!