Sold To The Mafia King

Chapter 8 No longer That Girl

It's been two weeks now, and not a single word from him.

It was like he disappeared into thin air. No calls, no text, nothing. I wouldn't lie I've felt relief ever since. But I'm reminded everyday that maybe one day he might pop out of the night and be back like a dark smoke to ask for impossible things.

I've been working since then but it was evident that something was wrong with me.

The girls in the room felt it. Because most times I'd stay just staring at a spot so lost and confused. Even most of the time my clients complained.

I wasn't that girl anymore.

I wasn't the girl that would dance so well on my pole that most days I'd get more than enough tips for the night.

I felt my body had begun to get stiff, and I'd be dancing absent mindedly.

I'm not even talking about the part with Elliot.

He tries to pretend that everything is alright but I know… I just know that thing has shifted ever since that night.

Never for once has he looked me in the eyes since that day.

And I noticed that he tries to avoid conversations with me. Not like I try to have those conversations…. But just a little talk about something or the other. He'd just answer with a simple yes or no and escape.

His eyes were no longer bright and bubbly like they used to be.

Everyday I keep feeling like he blames himself for what happened and maybe he could have done something else. Maybe fought harder… or even begged more for us.

I never wanted him to see that. I never wanted him to witness it but he was too damned stubborn to listen to me.

He would have f*****g left when I told him to.

Now he lives with a guilt that isn't his own.

I had just come down from the pool few minutes ago and was strolling through the crowd looking for private booths I could dance in when I got dragged with so much force.

The club didn't have much light in it. I mean…. It was a strip club and we were trying to hide the faces of most of our high paying clients to avoid them being dragged online even if I knew that wouldn't happen because the club had very strict rules and body guards.

Phones where totally kept inside the pocket no videos or capture of any moments.

But you know we never can be that careful. So the best the management we could do was keep the club and every booth dimly lit.

I turned around to look at who the f**k would grab me so hard.

I was sooo f*****g ready to pour out every pent up anger I've kept in me for weeks on that unfortunate soul.

But when I looked it was Lydia. She was a worker here and she wouldn't drag me out like that if something wasn't up.

“What the f**k!!! Girl?” I finally half screamed when we rounded the corner leading to our bosses office. “Why the f**k would you drag me out like that in such a way and with such speed.” I asked irritation clearly written on my face.

If I didn't get a good ass f*****g answer from her, then I'm pleased to inform my night had been ruined and I was going home this second.

Yes! That was how pissed I was. And I wouldn't be able to control talking with those half drunk, or high motherfuckers in the club without having an argument with them.

“Chill girl…” she paused then looked around, like she was trying to look around to make sure no one was close by to hear her next words.

“Boss asked me to get you. He seemed tensed and almost shaky, I didn't know what was up with him, but….. all he kept mentioning was your name.”

I squeezed my face trying to understand what the hell she was talking about.

I turned to looked at his office.

Two guys stood out side. They were his private bodyguards, but everything seemed fine. They didn't look panicked.

What the hell was she talking about??

“Look, I don't even understand what the hell I'm saying and it might sound stupid, I just wanted to give you heads up. You know he's on the edge right now, you'll have to be careful with him”.

Still lost I just nodded my head, trying to grasp everything that was happening quickly.

I let her lead me into the office aftering following protocols, where the guards has to search the hell out of us despite us literally dressed in f*****g panties and bra.

He was staring out the window, looking into the crowd of people that danced, while some where drinking others where popping out Cokes and passing out while some where getting f****d in public.

I always avoided getting into this office a much as possible despite him being my uncle. Let's just say… we were never on the same page, and always at each other's throats, but if I may be honest, he really has done well for himself .

I loved the office settings he didn't have to do much, he could literally see whatever the f**k was happening down there.

He turned around and looked at me.

Oh f**k!

I hated this man.

And sorry if I didn't add this part earlier.

I hated him with every f*****g thing in me

His f*****g ugly face reminded me of everything I prayed on earth to forget.

In some ways, he looked like my dad.

Let's just say, he was the ugly version.

The most heartless, and very stupid version of my dad.

I rolled my eyes. Unable to control the urge.

I didn't care if he saw it.

What did it matter. He knew I despised his presence greatly.

I didn't say a word or even any form of greeting.

I just stood there at his front, hands crossed over my chest waiting for him to finally speak.

I needed to get out of here.

It was official. My night was ruined.

Lydia cleared her throat a little before she said “sir I'll take my leave now” then turned to leave.

I still don't get what part of this man sitting in front of me, with his oversized tummy, that scares the living s**t out of this girl and other workers here.

What could he possibly do than snore in bed and piss himself out if you challenge him well when he crosses the line with you.

Maybe it was because I had seen and known every single s**t about him, and nothing about him scared me again.

“Lydia….” He called her. A stench of authority forming under that coaxed voice of his. “Stay right there. You'll leave when I want you to”.