Obey Me

My Little Angel

Vito

"Vito, come on," one of the bottle girls was trying to sit on my lap. "What's wrong?"

"I am not in the mood," I told her.

"You are always in the mood," she retorted. She began trying to unbutton my shirt.

"STOP!" I shouted. I got a text from Carlos so I decided to call him to get this girl out of my office. It worked. She quickly left. I had some paperwork to do but I wanted to hurry up and finish it.

-A Few Hours Later-

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" I said harshly.

"Her client offered her a drink," Nadia answered.

"And is she still on MY clock," I responded.

"Well yeah but," Nadia tried to keep answering but I wanted Celina to say something. I could tell she was nervous and scared.

"No buts," I said back. "Look at me, Celina." She slowly turned to look at me. Her eyes looked frightened. She was so much prettier up close.

"Yes," her voice was soft and low.

"Next time, do it on your own time, not on mine," I said harshly.

"Okay," she answered. I quickly turned around and left. I went back to my office.

"Brandy?" a bottle girl asked.

"Sure," I was stressed and could use a drink.

"Is that all you want?" she asked. She was a redhead. Her name was either jewel or gem. I didn't really care.

"I'm a little tense," I told her. She strutted over to me and began to rub my shoulders.

"Yeah, I can tell," she ran her hands over my chest. "Where else can I release the tension?" I was about to answer her but Carlos texted me.

-We have a problem-

"Get off!" I shouted. I stormed out of my office and went to the main floor.

"Let me go," I heard Celina's soft voice say.

"What's the problem," I said to the man holding her arm.

"No proble, problem," he was clearly drunk.

"So, let her go, NOW!"

"Oh come on, I want a dance from her," he said.

"She is a bottle girl, not a dancer,"

"I thought these girls were up for anything," he answered.

"She is not," I said coldly.

"Whatever, she can shake her ass for a few minutes," I grabbed the drunk i***t's wrist and turned it hard.

"f**k man, let go," I did and pushed him back off his chair in the process. I called over a security guard and told him to take this man outside and drop him on the curb.

"Celina,"

"Yes,"

"GO HOME!" I shouted. She didn't bother looking at me or saying anything back. She ran to the back area and went home soon after. I went back to my office and found the redhead there again with a blonde friend.

"What do you two want?" I said aggressively.

"We want to see if you needed anything,"

"If I did, I would call for you,"

"Funny, you use to call me every day, and sometimes I would just stop by and you would be more than willing to take what I was willing to offer," the redhead said.

"Well, things change," I said.

"Right, and it has nothing to do with that new girl,"

"Hmm," I scoffed.

"Well, I thought she was special but you keep yelling at little angel eyes," she said. "You know she can't give you what we can."

"SHUT UP! and get on your knees," I commanded. They both obeyed and I let them do what they do best.

-Later That Night-

"Faron" I said harshly. "I won't ask you again. You leave town and never come back."

"Ha! This city doesn't belong to you, cheje. You are not my deus," he laughed. "I am not scared of you."

"You may think you are not scared and that I am not your god but I am," I walked closer to him. I grabbed his collar. "You leave on your own or you leave in a tiny box."

"We shall see," Faron answered back. I smacked him lightly in his jaw.

"Don't kid yourself, this is my city," I told him. "You have three days. Or I will come looking for you myself."

I didn't sleep that night. I paced around my room all night. Before the sun came up, I went for a run.

I got home and took a shower.

"Cheje," Carlos called. "Antonio wanted me to give you these." It was a large envelope. I took it and went to my home office. I opened it, knowing what it was. I asked Antonio to get some men to watch Celina for me. I was afraid Greg would try something again so I had my men watch her. They took pictures. I told them if they saw her in any intimate setting I would kill them. I looked at the pictures, long and hard. Her eyes lit up the pages. Her hair shined bright in all of them. She really was an anjinho. My anjinho. My little angel.

-Later That Day-

I had work to do so I got to the club a little later than usual. The crowd was louder and rowdier. The dancers must all be on stage. It was wet and wild night too. The dancers danced on stage with water pouring on them.

"Carlos," I called. "Where is she?" Carlos looked nervous. "Answer me."

"Over there," he said. I looked at the stage and saw my anjinho. She looked divine. She was wearing a purple glittery top that was too small and too tight on her. Her breasts were pressed together and popping out the top. Her skirt was colorful but transparent. I could see the matching glittery thong she was wearing underneath. There was a zipper on the front of her skirt that she was now unzipping.

Where the f**k did she get this bold? She was wearing clear stripper heels.

"Who the f**k gave her those clothes?" I asked Carlos. "Why did they let her get on stage with those shoes?" I was seething.