Bound By Deceit

Chapter 3

Cassandra's POV

Why did he ask me that? I have never seen him in my life before. Could it have been that he confused me for Jessica? After all, Jessica and I have similar features, people around us often tell us that we look alike a lot. Apparently, it is because we look exactly like that devil, my mother. She is the reason why I have never been proud of my looks. I hate that I have to live with the fact that I carry the face of a heartless and self centered woman like her.

Daniel might have a clue about Jessica's whereabouts. He must have known her too since he was probably the one who interviewed her before she got the job at the club. I was going to ask Daniel about it after the interview but his instructions were that I resume work immediately, he did not seem to care about any other thing I had to say.

I resumed work three days ago and he did stick to his promise. Whatever money was sprayed to me while dancing was eventually split between I and Daniel. As he had promised, my share was thirty percent and he took seventy percent. Although ever since the night of the interview, I never got to see him. It was the chubby man who always relayed Daniel's messages to me.

Asides that, every other person I have asked at the club do not seem to know Jessica at all. Either that or they are just pretending like she does not exist. I do not understand why. Was Jessica a bad person to them or did she even bear the name Jessica at the club?

It is almost like Jessica was an entirely different person at her workplace. I thought I knew my sister but it turns out I do not know anything about her at all. I never knew the club was this dangerous, if I did then I would have never supported the idea of her working here.

I feel bad right now. Maybe if I had paid more attention to my sister then none of this would have happened.

"Hey, you! What are you looking at? Go stop that lady before she goes into the basement!" One of the bartender's yells at me. She smacks me by the arm and points towards a drunk woman staggering towards a small door at the end of the room.

I scoff at her and scurry towards the drunk lady. I pull her by the arm and drag her towards the lounge. I drop her gently on of the couches and mumble an apology to her.

I walk back to the bartender and ask with curiosity laced in my tone. "Sorry to ask but what would have happened if she got to the basement?" I ask. The bartender glares at me with wide eyes open.

"Are you being serious now? I mean just because you started working here a few days ago does not mean you should not know the ethics of the club by now." The bartender snaps at me.

How am I supposed to know the ethics of the club? I never knew there was something like that.

"I mean, can you at least enlighten me on this one? Why are customers not allowed in the basement?" I ask.

The bartender sighs, she stops mixing drinks and raises her head up to glare at me. "Listen to this clearly and attentively because I do not plan on repeating myself twice. " She pauses to raise a brow at me. I nod my head at her and gesture her to go ahead.

"It is forbidden for customers and staffs to ever be caught in the basement. You are probably wondering why. Well, we do not know the exact reason why but the owner of the club, Vincent Gray does his fishy business in the basement so we are not allowed to be down there." The bartender says with a serious look on her face.

Vincent Gray owns the club? Vincent Gray, the famous crime lord known for his ruthless ways. He owns this club? The same club my sister works at. How could Jessica be so reckless to work at a club owned by the Mafia?

"What happens if we are caught down there?" I ask pausing to glare at the basement door and then at the bartender.

"Are you being serious now? Why would you even think of the consequences? It is a clear order that no one must be caught there and yet you ask me what the consequences are?" She snaps at me. I gulp a lump down my throat and wave it off.

"Anyways, if you must know then the consequence is death!" She blurts out. I stagger backward in shock and my heart races fast. Death? What if somehow Jessica was at the basement? Could it mean that she is no longer alive?

"Bouncers are usually in front of the door. I wonder where they are." The bartender mutters to herself. I ignore her and slowly tiptoe towards the door. I look around to make sure no one is staring at me. Once the coast is clear, I push the door open and scurry into the dark hallways.

There is a small bright light at the end of the hallways. With all hope in me that it might be Jessica, I scurry towards the bright light and unfortunately for me, I stumble upon a man tied to a chair. Blood drips from his forehead right to the floor and he looks like he is about to take his final breath.

Standing close to the man is no one other than the famous crime Lord, Vincent Gray. A gun is clutched tight to his hands and his eyes settle on me. I gulp a lump down my throat and my eyes widen in shock as he slowly points the gun towards my direction.

"Don't move or I'll be forced to pull the trigger."