Caught In Between Two Mafia Bosses

Chapter#4( Waking up in Nightmare)

Flash Back

" Next stop! Hazed Club!" Nile said and bringing my attention to him with a quick backward glance, Nile pulls the eight-seater minibus out into the lunchtime traffic. Hiya was sitting next to me with four other girls at the back seats.

" Just give it your best moves.And no worries if ya don't get picked because we still have Spearmint Rhino and Diamonds after that." he continue encouraging us. Well, I was just 14 when my father died from overdose of drugs and me and my mother and my precious little sister Stacey lives in a rental house on the outskirts of London. I moved to the center of the London, looking for work and I got the job as a hooter and where I've met Nile he offered me job with a promise of a great salary. I needed money to send my mother so, I can't refuse his offer.I again shifted my eyes on Nile.He has a boyish face,full of charm and guile, but one look at him and you know.Weasel.The six of us hang onto our battered seats and smile histantly at each other.We have been collected from the designated pick up point outside

South Kensington Tube station.We are competitor and are on our way to an audition.I gaze out of the window and digest the information that Club Hazed is to be our first stop.

" If I didn't get this job, I'll be devastated."

I had hoped to practice my routine on a

real life stage in one of the other clubs

and see all the other girls routines before we got to Hazed.But still, it is interesting to know that Club Hazed has to be paying nile the highest commission to have first refusal.No wonder it has overtaken all the other strip clubs and become the club to be seen even though it does not offer full nudity. In silence we head northwards to the infamous King's Cross area of london.Once it was synonymous with a grimy train station crawling with prostitutes, and rave parties in disused warehouses.But King's Cross has cleaned up its act and fast become a cutting-edge hub for fashion and the arts, attracting even Google to set up its European headquarters there.Club Hazed stands sandwiched between two tall glass office towers.

Nile, drives past the large neon-lit bitten red apple logo and, turning at the next side street, enters the rear car park.He parks close to the back doors where a guy in a chef's whites is sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette.He watches us through the smoke with uncurious eyes.We climb out, adjust our clothes, and follow him around the side of the building to the front entrance.

As soon as we enter the double doors

and my stiletto heels leave their indent

on the carpet, I feel a prickling sensation go up my spine.It is so strong it feels as if a spider is actually walking on my skin.Unable to stop myself I snap my head around.

" Jesus!!!"

Deeply tanned, badass black hair, and

staring straight at me is the legend

himself!

" Haze f*****g Wood's!!

It was truly an alluring sight that I would always remember. His intense azure eyes met mine for the first time. Goosebumps came rushing in like raindrops unnecessarily with no purpose. I couldn't look away it was as if I was trapped by those lightening blue-sea eyes.

I could feel my body become surprisingly hot, too hot. My fingers were itching for something, something strange. Suddenly, the spell broke. He stumbled back with a startling look as if He was the the only one affected. Whilst I on the other hand froze.Yes froze like an i***t.

Yet my sultry eyes still had the time to unclothe him.Don't blame me I couldn't control my gaze. He was a very tall, muscular man with broad shoulders. Uncontrollably attractive man with no hardship when it comes to women. He had a structured, little bit crooked nose probably due to fights and a playful ,secret smile as if he knows something that we don't. Mysterious aura surrounded him. I didn't have time to blink. His eyes were deeply entrancing, in a dangerous, luscious way and he had them on me as if he coveted me more than anything or anyone else in this world. I sensed his gaze falling upon me time and time again. My heart pounded more than it should and my cheeks picked-up a seemingly perennial red tint. I wondered whether he thought of me as a mere other pray to feed on its heart or there was something special to that look he shackled me with. And yes, there was such a luster in his eyes that I had to look away, and when I looked back at him, his gaze hadn’t moved and was still focused on my face, as if to say, So you looked away and you’ve come back, will you be looking away again soon?—which was why I had to look away once more, as if immersed in thought, yet all the while scrambling for something to say, the way a fish struggles for water in a muddied pond that’s drying up in the heat. With a sharp gasp, I turn away from him and lower my eyes to the floor.

This isn't appropriate behavior but I can't fight the instant fear I feel creeping through my spine.I take a deep breath that doesn't calm me and fling a short glance over my shoulder in his direction but he's looking away now.

When I look back, Nile is holding another door open and I walk through into a dimly lit corridor.

"Changing rooms are through there." Nile says swiveling his eyes toward another door farther up the corridor.

"Meet me upstairs in fifteen minutes

and I'l introduce ya to the manager."

Then he disappears in the direction we

came from and the five of us troop into

the changing rooms.The other girls immediately start unzipping their bags.I open my bag and pull out my specially

commissioned, easy to remove silk

dress. My eyes flick over... while,I secure the straps I notice that the life-size Barbie doll is dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform.She catches my eyes in the mirror.As if by unspoken agreement we are all ready at the same time.

Together we go up the grand staircase

Haze Wood's had come down and through a pair of gold and black doors.I have been in nightclubs when daylight

starts filtering in before, and it always

looks dirty and sordid, but not this lace.From the hundreds of gilded mirrors to the rich wallpapers, the heavy velvet curtains, to the massive chandeliers it is just over the top splendor. Nile beckon us over.

" This is Elijah. He's the manager So

be nice to him."

Elijah, greets with a smile that encompasses all of us. We pipe in with

our bright volley of hellos and heys.

"First time for anybody here? elijah asked us all and I hesitantly, raised my hand. He peer at me and say, "Right. We run a squeaky clean club here. No drugs. No prostitution.Zero tolerance. Got that?

I nodded and he continues," Do you wanna go first?

I shake my head in a yes but I was nervous.

"Did you bring your music?

"Yes.I did.Two songs as requested."

" Great. You know our rules here.Keep your clothes on for the first song.Start getting undressed for the second and by the middle of the second track you have to be topless.You have only one objective.By the end of your second track you want every guy in the place to want

to empty his wallet all over you." he said to me.

" Are you ready?

Nervousness skitters across my face

as I shake my head.

"I can't fail at this and it's smarter if I see what he wants? and what he doesn't?If I'm the first girl to go, I might make a mistake. I can't afford a mistake." I thought.

He must read my uncertainty because

he smiles reassuringly before speaking.

"Since you're new, you can watch

first before going."

" No. I am good." I say, stubbornness rather than reason, spurring my response.

" I can't let them see that I'm nervous.

It might affect my chances." I thought.

His eyes travel casually down my body,

taking in the silk dress that I could shimmy out of in two seconds flat.The butterflies in my stomach begin to crawl up my throat. I swallow hard and nod.I give him my CD and walk to the stage slowly, deliberately swaying my hips, but I am so nervous my knees wobble.I climb the steps carefully. No point falling on my ass before I start the show.There are large mirrors on stage and I can see myself walking.

Five feet five inches on top of nearly seven inches of heels, slim hips, flat

stomach, nothing special chest, and a wide red mouth fixed into a professional dancer's smile.l guess, I don't look too bad.

" Are you ready? elijah say and I give him a thumbs up. He hits the play button and Marilyn Manson's skin-crawling voice

reverberates around me.

" Sometimes I feel l got to run away."

Holding onto the pole I circle it with a

prowling gait and sinuously rub myself

against it.I snake my hands above my head and grabbing the pole jut my ass out and swing it from side to side.I sneak a look at elijah and he is leaning forward in approval.

I grip the pole hard and with all my might I fling myself into the air.It should have been an energetic and impressive one handed swing around the pole, but instead my sweaty palm starts slipping off the metal.In a blind panic I try to right myself by catching the pole with my other hand but it is too late-l am flying into the air.l end up hitting the stage floor hard with my knees.For a few seconds I sit stunned in the position I have fallen in.My adrenaline is pumping so hard I do

not feel any pain.Then my brain kicks into gear.

"F*ck. F*ck. F*ck."

My eyes scan the room and when I find him, I lose it.His face remains unmoved, his eyes reflecting no emotion as he watches me struggle to stabilize myself.

"Haze Wood's is watching me. I can't

let this chance pass." I thought and Elijah's voice and approach drags my attention back to him.Around us Marilyn's raspy voice screams, "Tainted love, tainted love."

" Are you alright? he asked me.

" Yes, I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. I need this job badly."I beg, humiliated by my graceless fall and annoyed with myself for being so

careless.His eyes scanned my knees and rubs his chin thoughtfully, and I know just by looking at him that he is going to ask me to take more lessons or something in that vein.

Elijah nods as if he understands, but the

look on his face says he doesn't agree.

" I don't think you are ready. You need more partice."

" It was my first time and I got nervous and I can do it."

" I'm not saying you can't do this but

you're not ready."

" I need this job. I. am. It was a slip"

He begins more firmly, but he is

interrupted by his mobile ringing.He takes it out of his pocket, glances at

the screen and looks surprised.He lifts one finger at me in a gesture that tells me to wait, and puts his phone to his ear.

" Yeah!" He says after less than a few seconds of listening to someone speak, and terminates the call.He turns his attention back to me, but his eyes are now speculative and assessing.

" Good news.You've got the job.You can start whenever the swelling goes down.Arrive at five thirty p.m. with a photo ID, your National Insurance number and report to the House Mother. Her name is Brianna." he said.

For an instant I stare at him speechlessly.My knees are throbbing like crazy by now. I can't Believe it.

" I've got the job."

" Yeah, you've got the job." He replies casually, losing interest in me

and turns toward the blonde Barbie.

As I hobble away from the stage, a

slight movement in the far shadows

catches my eyes. At the dim edges of the club l see the glint of snakeskin as Haze Wood's quietly slips out of the black and gold doors.And I know without a doubt: North London's most elusive gangster, Haze Wood's has just hired me.