Force To Be His.

Chapter 1: The New Job Sasha closed the door behind her, exhausted from her shift as a waitress at a bustling city restaurant. The day had been particularly taxing with demanding customers and unwanted advances from some male patrons. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her jacket onto the couch before sighing heavily. The house was quiet, everyone else asleep. Sasha had returned late due to the demands of her job; Saturdays were always hectic, and she often stayed until closing time. Her mother, Lisa, heard her arrival and greeted her warmly, though Sasha could see the worry in her eyes. Lisa was unwell, and Sasha couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility for her. After a brief exchange, Sasha retreated to bed, knowing she'd have to start all over again the next morning. Morning arrived with Sasha's alarm clock, signaling the start of another day. She groggily checked her phone, noting messages from her coworkers, Kenny and Ruby. After a quick freshening up, she roused her younger brother Dylan from his slumber and nudged him to get ready for school. In the kitchen, Sasha's elder brother, Matt, was already present, a box in hand. Despite their family's recent hardships, Matt had managed to find stability, with his girlfriend expecting a child. As breakfast preparations commenced, Sasha's thoughts drifted to her newfound job opportunity. She had received an unexpected offer from Fiona, a friend who worked as a stripper. Despite initial reservations, the promise of higher pay at the club seemed tempting. After dropping Dylan off at school, Sasha made her way to work, where she found Kenny and Ruby attending to their duties. Fiona soon arrived, bearing news of the job offer. Despite Sasha's initial hesitation, Fiona assured her it wasn't for a stripping role but rather as a waitress or bartender. Sasha's mind whirled with the possibilities as she weighed the pros and cons of accepting the offer. The promise of financial stability for her family ultimately swayed her decision. That evening, Sasha made her way to the club, where she was greeted by the vibrant atmosphere and suggestive performances. Meeting Fiona, she was ushered into a private meeting with Casper, the club owner, who offered her the job on Fiona's recommendation. Relieved to have secured the position, Sasha returned home, eager to share the good news with her family. However, she chose to withhold the specifics of her new job, knowing her mother's disapproval of such establishments. The following morning, Sasha prepared for her first shift at the club, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. With her family's support, she embarked on this new chapter, hopeful for a brighter future. **Revelations and Confrontations** After a long day at work, Sasha returned home feeling drained. She craved nothing more than to collapse onto her bed and shut out the world. As she drifted into a restless slumber, the weight of her responsibilities still heavy on her mind, a gentle knock on her door disrupted her peace. "Come in," she called out, sitting up as her mother, Lisa, entered with a tray of food. Sasha couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she watched her mother, worn and tired, fussing over her. "You don't have to do this, Mum," Sasha protested, knowing how hard her mother worked already. But Lisa simply smiled, her eyes tired but filled with love. "Sasha, my dear, you've done so much for us already. Let me take care of you for once." Sasha's heart softened at her mother's words, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility gnawing at her. "It's not about that, Mum. You should be resting, not worrying about me," she insisted, reaching out to squeeze Lisa's hand. Lisa's smile faltered momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure. "I'll rest when you rest, my dear," she replied softly, her voice tinged with exhaustion. Their conversation was interrupted by Sasha's concern for her younger brother, Dylan. She learned that he was with Matt, a family friend, and would return home later that evening. As Sasha tried to shake off her worries, she found herself back at the bar, cleaning tables and organizing shelves. Her mind wandered as she worked, until a tall, striking figure entered the room, commanding her attention. The man, with his rugged good looks and confident demeanor, exuded an air of mystery. Sasha couldn't help but watch as he ordered a bottle of vodka, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. She felt a flutter of unease in her stomach, wondering what his presence meant for the quiet sanctuary she had found in her job. But her thoughts were soon pulled back to reality when a commotion erupted in the VIP section. To her horror, she watched as a customer lashed out at one of her colleagues, Fin, leaving him with a bloody nose. Sasha felt a surge of anger and helplessness, knowing that she couldn't stand idly by while her friends were mistreated. As she tried to process the chaos unfolding around her, Lily, another coworker, approached her with a tray of drinks, desperation evident in her eyes. Sasha hesitated for a moment, torn between her instinct to help and her fear of getting involved in the dangerous world of the club. But in the end, compassion won out over caution, and Sasha found herself delivering the drinks to the VIP table. However, her act of kindness was met with disrespect, as one of the men groped her inappropriately. Without thinking, Sasha reacted instinctively, delivering a swift slap to the man's face. The room fell silent as everyone turned to stare at her, the tension thick in the air. As Sasha stood her ground, defiant and unapologetic, she couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of her actions. Would she face repercussions for standing up for herself and her coworkers? And more importantly, what did this encounter mean for her future at the club? **** Sasha found herself in Casper's office, accompanied by Fiona. "Sir, you called me?" Sasha inquired, her tone neutral. Casper shot her an angry glare. "Who do you think you are to raise your hands on him?" he growled menacingly. "Him?" Sasha echoed, confused. Fiona shot her a warning look, silently urging her to tread carefully. "You mean the man who slapped my butt? If he's the one you're referring to, then he deserves more than just a scolding," Sasha retorted boldly, her anger simmering beneath the surface. Casper's face darkened further. "Don't you dare," he warned, his voice rising in volume. Sasha shot a glare at Fiona. "You know what, Fiona? I don't want this job anymore," she declared angrily before storming out of Casper's office, her decision final. --- Vincent's office echoed with his frustrated groans as he clenched his fists, resisting the urge to lash out at his younger brother, Bruno. "It's just a mistake, bro. I'm sorry," Bruno mumbled, his demeanor reflecting his remorse. "Sorry? That's all you ever say after making one stupid mistake after another," Vincent spat out, his frustration palpable as he turned away from Bruno, hands on his hips. Vincent had sensed trouble when Bruno first mentioned the deal with those men. He had warned him to back off, but Bruno's stubbornness had prevailed. Now, they were millions of dollars short due to those men skipping out on paying for the drugs. He faced Bruno, his eyes tired and filled with anger. As much as he wanted to throttle his brother, he knew that wouldn't solve anything. Family came first, even in their line of work. "Get out of here, Bruno. I never want to see you involved in this business again," Vincent commanded, his voice firm. Bruno's expression fell, and he silently exited Vincent's office. Vincent made his way to his desk, grabbing a bottle of wine and pouring himself a glass. "How am I going to get my money back? Those men think they can mess with me, but they're wrong. They'll pay for duping me, even if it means bloodshed," Vincent seethed, his heart hardened with resolve as he contemplated his next move. As he reached for his phone, Caspian's name flashed on the screen. Vincent answered, his tone curt. "I've arranged a meeting with the guys at the club, and they seem serious," Caspian informed him. Vincent's frustration boiled over, and he kicked the wine bottle off the table, the crash punctuating his anger. "I'll be there," he replied tersely before ending the call, his mind already formulating plans for retribution. --- At the club, Vincent's attention was captivated by a woman in a red dress. Caspian noticed Vincent's distraction, realizing too late that his boss was far more intoxicated than he had anticipated. "Boss, are you alright?" Caspian asked, concern evident in his voice as Vincent remained fixated on the woman. Vincent's gaze followed the woman's every move until she approached their table, carrying a tray of drinks. Ignoring the loud music, he addressed her, his tone brash. "Hey, pretty," Vincent slurred, reaching out to touch her. Before he could react, the woman slapped him hard across the face, stunning him into silence. Vincent's associates moved to restrain her, but he waved them off, still processing the shock of her defiance. Never had he encountered a woman who dared to resist him so boldly. Rejection was a foreign concept to him, accustomed as he was to women fawning over him. "Boss, are you alright?" Caspian repeated, snapping Vincent out of his daze. Vincent straightened up, his decision made. "Yes, I am. This meeting is over," he declared abruptly, rising from his seat and leaving the club, the encounter with the woman lingering in his mind. --- Back in his office, Casper was nursing a drink when Vincent barged in, his demeanor ominous. "Do I need to knock before entering my own office?" Vincent snapped, shutting the door behind him. Casper's heart raced with fear as he rose to his feet, anticipating the worst. "I'm sorry, boss. She's fired," Casper blurted out, hoping to appease Vincent. Vincent's anger flared at the presumption. "Who told you to fire her? Are you the boss here?" he thundered, his voice laced with fury. Casper recoiled, realizing his mistake too late. "I-I'm sorry, boss," he stammered, his eyes downcast in fear. "You better make sure she doesn't leave, or consider your tenure here over," Vincent warned before storming out, leaving Casper to grapple with the consequences of his rash decision. He knew he had to regain control of the situation and mend fences with Sasha if he hoped to salvage his job. Losing it was not an option, not after all the hard work he had put in to get to where he was. **Chapter 4: Facing the Truth** Sasha's quest for a cab to escape the looming dread of returning to the club hit a snag when Casper's car pulled up beside her. Despite her initial refusal, she begrudgingly accepted his offer, the tension between them thickening with each passing moment. Casper's attempt at an apology fell short, unable to penetrate Sasha's guarded exterior. Though tempted by his words, Sasha remained resolute in her decision to distance herself from the toxic atmosphere of the club. The following morning, Sasha's concern for Dylan's well-being prompted a heart-to-heart conversation in the park. Dylan's vulnerability touched Sasha deeply, spurring her to promise him a new backpack to replace the source of his embarrassment. Back at home, Sasha grappled with conflicting emotions. While the thought of returning to the club filled her with dread, the fear of disappointing her family weighed heavily on her mind. Meanwhile, tensions simmered at the club as Casper's frustration reached its boiling point, resulting in a heated confrontation with Fiona. With ultimatums hanging in the air, Fiona's fear of losing her job only added to the mounting pressure. As Sasha braced herself for what lay ahead, Bella's words of encouragement provided a much-needed boost of confidence. With resolve in her heart, Sasha prepared to confront her fears head-on. Upon her return to the club, Sasha was greeted by the conspicuous absence of Fiona. The void left by her friend's departure served as a stark reminder of the consequences of her decision to leave. As Sasha attended to her duties, an unsettling encounter with a mysterious patron left her on edge. His cryptic behavior and lingering presence left Sasha feeling uneasy, prompting her to remain vigilant. Meanwhile, Vincent found himself grappling with unexpected visitors from his past. Confronted by familiar faces and unresolved conflicts, Vincent's facade of strength began to c***k, revealing vulnerabilities long suppressed. In a moment of clarity, Vincent uncovered a sinister plot aimed at his downfall. Fueled by determination, he set out to confront the threat head-on, his resolve unyielding in the face of adversity. As the day drew to a close, Sasha's return to the club marked the beginning of a new chapter in her journey. With uncertainty looming on the horizon, Sasha vowed to navigate the challenges ahead with resilience and determination, knowing that her family's well-being depended on it.