Chapter 2
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Eve's POV
At least I tried not to be disrespectful, but I didn't know if others could hear what I'd just said.
I only prayed so hard in my heart that they didn't.
Because if they did, I was in a lot of trouble from both them and my boss.
And unfortunately it would mean two things that I'd have to choose from.
Which was either my cut from this night was removed and I'd have to come back here tomorrow, or I'd be forced to sucked his c**k with everyone looking at me while I did it.
I've watched it happen here many times.
I would have if I wanted to but today I wasn't just feeling like it so I won't.
I f**k if I want to and not because someone says so.
To me it's fun as much as I'd like to come back with some cash, I don't f**k as a job.
What I did was to dance and entertain!!
These motherfuckers should know the difference.
He didn't reply to me.
At least he had some sense of calmness, I thought to myself.
Unlike many he'd have caused a lot of drama just to show off his power and status.
But I noticed his eyebrow tightened as I refused and something like a dark shadow flashed through his eyes, but vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Still he didn't say a word or even look at me again till the party was over
Everything ended at the early hours of the morning, many of them laid wasted and tired around the club.
While some of them were dragged back home drunk and tired by their drivers or bodyguards.
Even the men I had performed at their table were all gone.
The one who packed his hair had left with Lydia and one other girl.
I guess they weren't done with the night.
So I just waved the girls goodnight in the changing room, after I had changed then headed out to the back door of the club.
Normally I went back home with Elliot.
We both lived in the same neighborhood just a block after mine and since we worked at the same place it was just normal we walked back together.
But I couldn't find him.
I walked around, searched the normal places he would be, by that time but didn't see him.
Maybe he had gone home before me.
Why would he? I swear I was going to talk his ear off when I saw him.
I gave up and decided I was going home with or without him.
So I came out through the back door that led to the dark alley.
Not that it was too dark to pass alone, it was just dimly lit and I passed it because it was a short road to my house.
Normally, I and Elliot used it, yes that was our path.
Half way down I saw a figure standing almost at the end of the alley that led to the main road.
Strange because this was the first time I saw someone on this part standing alone.
When I squinted my eyes I noticed he was with a blunt. The smoke wrapped around him thick and heavy, together with the morning due around him like a warning.
It filled the space around him with the smell of heat and trouble that even the hairs at the back of my neck stood up.
I felt the same goosebumps I felt earlier start creeping down from my neck to my arms.
My spray…. it had to be here somewhere.
I checked through all the zippers of my bag but I couldn't find it.
Shit!! I left it at home.
I turned back to look.
Should I turn back?
What if he was harmless and wanted to just wind down in a quiet place.
So I kept walking.
Why the hell did Elliot leave me alone today?
I was about to get close to him when I noticed his hand was in his pocket and he had a hood that covered his head up to his eye.
It was just his lips that the smoke passed through that I saw.
And just before I could pass through he brought out a gun and pointed directly at my neck without saying a word.
Was he going to rob me?
My money!!
“Please… please… let me go please….” I started begging immediately.
In my entire twenty five years of living I've never been held at gun point.
Oh Elliot why? Why…?
Tears dripped down my eyes as I stood fidgeting.
My hands had gone cold, trembling with anxiety even my back had started dripping with sweat.
Can someone…. Anyone please just save me.
“You dare defile me”. My eyes open with shock. I knew that voice.
It sounded familiar. Nobody forgot a voice that gave so much tremor to your bones so easily.
I turned to him, sure that he could see the surprise in my eyes “You?”
That was when he removed the hood off his head.
He didn't speak. But his eyes spoke louder than any word he could have said.
They were piercing blue.
They reminded me of winter.
No hint of warmth in them but a promise of something worse than death.
Coupled with the scare on his face, I just knew I wasn't safe.
“No one has the right to say no to me but you did”.
He now stood straight still with his blunt in his other hand.
For the first time in my life words failed me.
How entitled could a human be that no one has the right to deny you anything.
“I do have a right to say no. I believe it's part of my right as a human”
He smirked. “Let's see if you still have that right by the time you're dead”.
“You… you… can't” I tried to hide the fact I was scared.
“Feisty. Hhmmm. Just how I like them”. He took one puff from his blunt and blew off the smoke to my nose.
“I do what I like, how I like it. Why? BECAUSE I RULE THIS GOD-DAMNED CITY!!!”
Each word came out like a venom.
DAMN!! I could here the anger vibrating deeply
His voice, strong and steady like an alpha male claiming his territory.
He c****d the gun at me ready to fire.
Cold moved down my spine, my legs turned jelly and I almost fell to the ground.
“No-please…..” I said half screaming half begging. I swear I thought I was going to pee myself.
“Please. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please, just don't shoot”.
“I don't want to die”
A menacing smile spread on his lips
“Be careful what you promise.…No one breaks a promise to me” he said, still smirking. “Two things though”.
“Firstly. You will be my entertainment and anything more I want you to be. And by that I mean both in my home and HERE!!”
“WHAT?!!”
“Do you have something to say?” He pushed the gun further down my throat.
“N-no… but what happens to my work?”
“That is clearly none of my business. You shall answer whenever I call. Do you get it?”
I nodded.
I knew I was going to regret this but I needed to survive tonight first if I wanted to regret later.
“Good. Over to the second”. He drew another smoke. “How do you want to pay for the embarrassment today?”
“With your cunt or your lips or would you prefer your ass?”
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