Devils Daisy

Marcello - Escaped

It has been a month since our little guest left. She really got under Demitri’s skin, and as amusing as it is to watch, it is good to have some normal back. I watch as Demitri sits down, wiping his hands.

“Really, was it needed?” I question him, watching as he laughs and nods.

“He tried taunting me, so I taunted him back.”

“No, you tortured him back Demitri.”

I laugh hearing Calix. He isn’t wrong.

“He’s alive.” Demitri grins, the crazy bastard.

“With four fingers missing.” I point out.

“Four fingers is a good number considering how much he owed and the fact he kept making shitty excuses and running up more debt.” I watch as he shrugs his shoulder.

“Well, you two have fun with Rosalie, I’m at the club. Doing my usual checks.”

“How’s the new rooms?” Calix looks at me hopeful.

“Should be done. Then by all means take Rosalie there.” I laugh and grab my keys. Walking out I get onto the bike, I hope the rooms are done, they took long enough. As I pull up outside I get off the bike and walk through, everyone greeting me.

I slowly begin to walk around, glancing at the newly open rooms, everything looks fine. Opening the door I step into the new room, my eyes widening.

“What do you think Sir?” I turn hearing Gemma.

“I think it’s perfect.” Sitting I face the stage. “Seating is perfect, I can see the stage, and each separate pod.”

“It will be a great room for those exhibitionists.” She isn’t wrong there.

“How are the other two rooms?” I look at her as I stand.

“Finished.” She smiles and opens the door walking in I am equally amazed as I am from the first one.

“Okay, so this will open next week, limit members get access. I trust you to decide who. Only they get access to this room.” I look around at the bar, the poles on it. I can’t help but smile.

“You do love your poles.”

I laugh at Gemma’s words. She isn’t wrong, but something about seeing a woman’s body wrapped around a pole amazes me. Gravity seems non-existent while they dance. Walking to the next room I am disappointed. Not so much by the room, it is great, but after the first two, this is just a normal room to me.

“How many new members this week?” I look at her.

“Twenty-eight I believe.” I stare at her shocked. “Most are from other Cities, I guess you’re pro at this, so why would they go elsewhere?”

Laughing I nod and walk out, walking back, my body stops as I see someone dancing.

“Really?”

“It would be rude not to admire.” It would be, I watch as she turns, my body freezing, Daisy? I stand mesmerised as she dances. Her body looks amazing, and she can dance, that is for sure, but how did she get in here?

“This room, find me all the details on who signed for it tonight, and those who will be joining.” I don’t take my eyes off Daisy as she dances, but I hear Gemma leave. I watch as she finishes the dance, her eyes now taking in the room and she looks sick.

I watch her move, her body against Dean’s, clearly they are talking but I can’t hear what they are saying. His hand grips her hair, pulling her head back. I watch as the tear slips free.

“Here.” I turn hearing Gemma, taking the papers off her. That isn’t right. I look at who signed it off. Walking to the desk I look at Yasmine.

“This one, did you see her fill it in?”

“Yes Marcello, she stood right here.”

“Was she alone?” Maybe he was pushing her to?

“Yes, well her Master was sitting by the coffee machines, but she stood here herself, filled it out and signed.” I look back at the sheet, there is no way she agreed. Walking back to the room I stand outside, and I can see she is worried.

Yet she willingly walks towards them, why? I walk back to Yasmine.

“Has anyone mentioned anything about money being paid?” She looks at me confused, shaking her head. Hell, I can’t just ignore this. Yet kicking them out then what?

“This is going to be painful. I might cry.” They look at me confused, my elbow hits the glass and I watch as the fire alarms start and water comes down. My poor club, walking up the hall, I watch as everyone rushes out, my hand reaching out and grabbing Daisy and pulling her into a room.

She looks up at me confused.

“Next time, don’t f*****g sign and pretend your fine with that shit.” I point towards the room where she was.

“I was fine, it’s better than what has been happening at home!” She moves, pushing me back.

“Then why the hell did you look sick and have tears in your eyes?”

She looks at me like she realises.

“You did this?”

“Yes, you’re welcome, I flooded my club to save you.”

“You i***t! I need to leave.” I watch as she goes to leave, my hand stopping her.

“Don’t call me an i***t!” My eyes look down at her, now finally taking in her body, the lingerie, hell, no. Stepping back I shake my head. I’m not becoming Demitri.

“You have no idea! This is the first time I have been out of the house since everything. At least here they wouldn’t be as bad. Now I have to go home and face them!” She looks scared, and now I am wondering if I did the right thing.

She pushes me back and walks out, I follow and watch her in the crowd. Getting out I see Dean and a few men around his car clearly talking. Have I just made this worse for her?

“Turn it off.” I look at Yasmine and she nods, walking to turn off the alarms. I watch as Dean pushes Daisy towards a guy. I don’t like that guy, I don’t know why but I don’t.

“Problem?” Gemma looks at me, and I want to pretend like it is nothing, but I can’t.

“Nothing I can’t solve.”

Walking out I head straight for Dean, I see Daisy freeze as I get closer.

“Worked out better didn’t it? No one will see now.” I hear Richard’s words, closing my eyes I ignore them, stopping before Dean.

“Is she busy?” I point to Daisy and he looks at her and then back to me.

“Yes.”

“How much so she isn’t busy all night?” My voice isn’t quiet.

“No! Dean don’t I am not going back there!” She glares at me, and all I can do is smile.

“Considering five had paid for her, a lot.” I hear someone complaining but choose to ignore him.

“Name the price, I will pay it now.” I stand waiting, Daisy calling me names and I just smile.

“Fifteen, see the extra as insurance considering she bolted last time and burnt my money.”

I laugh nodding.

“I don’t blame you, I will make sure she gets back to you.” Taking out the money I hand him it.

“Not tonight.” He looks towards the guys, their grumbles annoying me. Richard’s hand is still wrapped around the back of her neck, I watch as he whispers in her ear, her body shaking and she looks sick.

I really don’t like him. I barely know him, but I don’t like him. Grabbing her, I pull her to me, her hands pushing me away.

“If she plays up.”

I put my hand up stopping Dean. “I know, don’t worry, she won’t.” I glare down at her.

“You don’t know, so I will tell her.” He turns her to face him. “Any s**t, and it will be back to every night. Maybe even twice a day.”

I watch as she nods at his words, her face going white. What the hell am I missing? I watch as he walks off, her eyes watching his car disappear. Turning she glares at me.

“What are you doing? Just leave me alone, all of you!” She is shaking and clearly distressed, and I don’t deal with this. That is more Calix. I can’t leave yet.

“Back in, I need to sort out the club.” I pull her along with me, and she walks without arguing. Getting inside the staff are clearing up.

“Make sure everything is cleared up and ready for it to reopen tomorrow.” Turning I look at Yasmine. “Daisy Raven, find her on the system, but a warning next to it so whenever she comes here I get told. Don’t stop her, but make sure I am notified.”

“Pig.” Her word makes me smile, turning I look at her.

“If only you knew little one, now shh, while I finish my work.” Turning back to Yasmine I smile.

“All done Sir.” Smiling I walk through, pulling Daisy with me, stopping in a room I sit down and grab my phone. I should warn my brothers.

“Get a drink.” I point towards the small bar, watching as she walks over and gets herself a drink. “You realise you could thank me for doing that.” I look at her.

“For what? Ruining my night? No thanks.” She looks so defiant, I like it. I now see what drew in Demitri, and it’s a bad thing.