Obey Me

Vito The club was shady, to say the least. It was a f*****g dump. The sign outside was barely hanging on. Greg, the club owner was trying to steal my customers again. I sent my men to scare him the other day but yet he still continues to try. He lowers his prices and lets the men do whatever they want with his girls. Poor girls don't even have a choice. But they must be stupid to work in a place like this and for a dumbass like him. I walked in with my men, ready to take action. "Vito, Vito my man," Greg called out. "What brings you by?" "Cut the s**t, Greg," I warned. "I told you to pack up and leave." "Oh come on, I have been here for years," Greg said. "Like I give a s**t, LEAVE," I hadn't made eye contact with him but when I did I felt Greg's soul leave his body. "Oh come on, we can work something out," he said. "Take a seat, my best girl is coming on next." I rolled my eyes. His best girl isn't really saying much. This place is a s**t hole and everyone in it looks the part. The music got low and soft. My men turned to look at the stage. I didn't. "Greg, I won't ask you again, leave before you leave in a body bag," I said. "I am honored you came here in person so okay, okay, tonight will be my last night," he said. I turned to tell my men to rough him up before we leave. As I did, my eyes caught the stage. The wavy black-brown hair was covering her face at the time. Her movement was clean and precise. I don't know who taught her those moves but she was good. She was a diamond in the rough, quite literally. She swung her hair over her head and I saw her eyes. They were so light, I couldn't tell if they were green or blue. They probably had a mix of both. She was wearing a simple black bodysuit. Her breasts were real which was intriguing. She had to have been a C cup. Being in this business and having seen women naked for years. I knew a few things. She was slender but fit. She turned around and had a perky round ass. I wanted to hold it in my hands. Her lips were pouty and full. I wanted to caress them with mine. I didn't know if she was wearing make-up or if that was her natural blush but I would find out. Her diamond face shaped was soft and her almond-shaped eyes made her look exotic. I wanted to know everything about her. "Greg," "Yes," he grinned. "Who is she?" "That's Celina," "She told you her real name?" "Yeah, she is a total newbie in this biz," "Right," "Why, you interested? I could sell her for a good price," I turned my eyes away from the lovely Celina to look at the piece of s**t who was about to die. "I am taking her," "Wait what?" Greg protested. "No, I need her." "Rough him up," my men took Greg outside and kicked his ass for a bit. I waited for Celina to get off the stage. I followed her to the backroom. "Hey, who are you," one stripper remarked. I didn't answer her. I saw Celina brushing her hair. "Celina," I called. She turned around in such a panic. "Yes," she said softly. "I want to talk to you," I said. "To me? Why?" she asked so softly. I was kind of annoyed at her softness. No woman dared to speak t me rudely, nor would they want to but still I always appreciated a good backbone. "YES," I said sternly. "Let me take you home." "My shift isn't over," she said. "It is now," I said aggressively. "Let's go." "But, I," I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her seat. She grabbed her stuff and put a sweater on. We walked towards my Bentley. I opened the door for her and she quickly got in. "So, why do you work here?" I asked her. "I need the money," she said. "There are plenty of jobs out there," I told her. "I know but I need money fast and-," she paused. She looked embarrassed and sad. "Well, I have a club too, it's called Midnight Sky. Have you heard of it?" "Um no," "I'm not surprised," I told her. "Well, Celina, if you really need the money, come work for me." "You don't even know me," she said. "You knew Greg so well?" I questioned. "No, but my, no, I didn't," she muttered. "Well, my club is better managed and we treat our girls a lot better," I told her. She was shaking. I didn't know if she was cold or nervous. "Here." I handed her my coat. "Thank you," she took it slowly. "I'll think about it." I gave her my card and dropped her off at her apartment. It was in a bad neighborhood. I waited for her to go inside. As soon as she did, my driver drove off. I called my right-hand man, Antonio, I asked him to check up on this girl. We got her ID from Greg's files. Like I said, I wanted to know everything about her. It took her two weeks but she finally called. I told her to show up tonight. I kept busy with my other business until then. I knew tonight was going to be interesting. I am Vito Hernandez. I came from Brazil five years ago and since then I have been running this city. I grew up in war and violence. I brought all of that with me. I run these streets with fear. This city is now known as Cidade de Deus. City of God, and who is that god. I am. I am the only law that matters. The strip clubs and casinos are just a hobby to everything else I dabble in.