Zita's POV
I had been avoiding him.
Anytime Dario came around with Camille, I always found reasons to stay off the stage.
I would lie to the club manager, It didn't matter the excuse, he always called one of the other girls to take my spot.
It was easier that way.
Safer.
I didn't want to cause problems.
After that night in the locker room, Camille's voice echoed in my ears like a haunting refrain I couldn't shake.
"You'll be a good girl, right?"
That wasn't a warning. That was a threat I felt in my bones. Women like Camille are the type who would go to any length just to get what they want.
And now, she knows I am a potential threat, I don't know why she would think so, Dario doesn't give a damm about me.
She made mention of me looking like someone, but I
