THE MAFIA’s PET

The club The night was young inside Crimson club. Blue lights cut through the haze of smoke, bodies swayed relentlessly to the beat of blasting music that filled the room, and money was scattered all over the floor like liquor behind a bar. This was a haven for men to escape their nagging wives and women to snag up a rich lad. It was where all worries were left at the door, and the only thing on your mind was to have fun. Not everyone knew who owned the club. It was a front to mask the horrifying secrets and sins it held. The blasting music silenced the terrified screams of the victims who were murdered in cold blood and the basement was where the bodies were cremated and sent to their maker It was completely out of bounds to anyone who didn’t belong to the cult led by ANTONIO DANTE, popularly known among his members as Falco, who was described as ambitious and mysterious. His name alone commanded an aura and sent shivers down his enemies ' spines. Antonio Dante walked into the club in his custom-tailored three-piece outfit that gave off an icy look, a silk red tie that settled his entire look. His polished leather shoes were strikingly glossy like he had someone polish them every three seconds. His well-cut beards, complemented by his chiseled jawline, would keep you wondering if he was a descendant of Zeus himself. He had a piercing set of grey eyes that could stare into one’s soul. A gold signet ring significantly stood out, it had his family crest symbolizing loyalty and power. He carries himself in calm confidence, even his silence commands respect. By day, Antonio Dante, in his mid-thirties, owned the largest restaurants and farming business in Milan, northern Italy. People saw him as a man of culture, a savior of the struggling, and one who doesn’t joke about family. But by night, his true empire thrived. He ruled the streets with quiet authority, he was ruthless but composed. A single nod could determine the fate of a man. He owned various warehouses all stacked with loads of cocaine, money he laundered, and all kinds of weapons. He had the city in his palms, rivals vanished, bodies washed up in the sea and no questions were asked. He had the police department in his pocket. As usual, he came to his club for business meetings. “Mr Antonio welcome”, cleyton greeted. What can I get started for you, sir? Send drinks over to the vip room, Antonio instructed. “Right away sir” " Cleyton said as he scurried away. Hey Lucy, take this bottle to the vip room. “Yes sir “, she responded. Lucia Abato also called Lucy at work is a stunning young girl in her early twenties stuck in a dire situation to save her mother whose health didn’t seem to improve. She’s left with no choice but to work to cover the bills since her dad wasn’t interested in spending money to Save her mom. Hmmm, Lucia breathed a sigh as she took a bottle of champagne and glasses, and set them on her tray while heading to the vip room that was located far away from the heart of the club. She wondered why this room was so secluded and creepy. Her thoughts were interrupted when the bodyguards stopped her at the door and made sure she wasn’t armed in any way before she was able to go in. Good day, sir, I was asked to bring this over She said, not daring to look up She could tell the room was filled with more than three men. Their presence was icy and silent. Smoke covered the room and on another table was a white substance arranged neatly on the glass table. “Set it on the table and get out”, Antonio commanded. His cold voice sent shivers down her spine as she struggled to put the tray, She left without looking back. Gosh so cold!! How long do I have to cope with this, I had to drop out of school to cover for Mom's medical bills and I have been here for just a few weeks but it’s already frustrating, she lamented. Hey puke face snap out of it, there’s a customer who needs a personal dance service from you, Change that outfit into something else, Cleyton said bringing her back from the realm of thoughts. What if I don’t want to do that sir, I’m a waitress, Lucia retorted feeling uncomfortable. Look here lady you don’t have a choice, Now move along and don’t keep the customer waiting, Uhh Gia help her get dressed, he said pushing her aside. You got it boss’ Gia replied smirking She dragged Lucia to the back room to change into something more revealing. Gia has always tried to bully the newcomers and now Lucia was a target. Gia was favored by the boss because of her curvy nature which drew customers to the bar regularly She felt like the next in command and ordered everyone to do her bidding. She’d deliberately set the girls up, so she could continue to stay in power. Now this is going to look good on you Put this on, she commanded Damn!, I didn’t know you had such a nice figure You've been hiding all that in your hideous waitress uniform, Gia said poking her ass with her finger Stop it, Lucia cried out already disgusted. Hey don’t get cocky with me she sneered. The customer is in the 3rd room on your left, Gia informed, gave her a stern look then walked out. Lucia dragged herself to the room and knocked, a creaky voice called out for her to come in. Her gaze met with an old bag that was staring at her like a hungry wolf. Ooh my, I’m not disappointed at all. In all my years, this club hasn’t failed to send stunning sexy ladies my way, he said trying to touch her. Please sir I’m just here to dance, no kisses, no touches, or any weird s**t. You don’t talk to me like that you little s**t, the old man said sending a slap to her right cheek. She bumped into the glass vase on the floor and it broke. You’re going to do as I say or you can wave goodbye to your job he said still grabbing her. Please take your hands off of me she said struggling to break free from his grip and ended up falling out of the room and crashing into a stranger's arm. Her hands were placed on his strong broad shoulders. She took her eyes up to look at this stranger but her vision was blurry due to the dimly lit corridor. I’m sorry sir, I was…… What’s going on here? Antonio asked cutting her short. The old man came out still trying to grab her. Ouch wth! , he said holding his bloody nose Antonio threw a punch at him. Who the f**k are you? How dare you put your hands on me because of this slut, the old man inquired. Gbam! Another punch got him on his right eye Antonio signaled his guards to drag him out. I’ll be back for you slut, he shouted as he got dragged out. Are you ok lady, his cold voice brought her back to reality I’m…. I’m fine sir she stuttered still staring at this alpha-looking male that just rescued her from a snapping turtle Yeah that’s right, that old dude was ugly asf, it’s an insult to the turtle anyways. He nodded and walked off. That voice, sounds very familiar, she thought to herself still admiring his sexy figure as he walked off. What happened here?? Did you do this huh? Causing trouble already, Cleyton said scolding her Clean up this mess and get back to work Yes sir sorry sir, she said and dashed away.