THE BIKER BOY OWNS ME

IRIS As I serve the drinks on the round table, the lechery gazes turn to me and the smell of alcohol flows into my space. “Give me a refill, baby!” The masculine man on my right demands, slamming an empty glass on the table. This is already their sixth one. I am startled but I keep my face straight. “Sure, sir!” My lips answer politely. Grabbing a whiskey bottle, my hand starts refilling the glasses one by one. They are all vigorously staring at me. More like, undressing me with their eyes. “Light my cigarette first, baby!” The one on my left grabs my wrist and the whiskey bottle slips from my grip and shatters on the floor, echoing a thud sound in the air. He glances at the shattered pieces for a moment, then raises his gaze to my face. “Sorry, sir!” I am about to squat down to pick up the shattered pieces but he circles his arm around my waist and pulls me to his lap. Adrenaline rushes down my spine. “I love your blonde hair and green eyes.” His words reek of alcohol. “Sir, L-Let me go, please!” My voice is timid as always, and shaking. “You ruined our whiskey bottle, so now pay for it with a kiss, baby.” He whispers into my ear and his alcoholic breath traces through the skin of my left cheek. I scrunch my face, turning it to my right. “C'mon, give me a kiss!” He cups my cheeks and forcibly turns my face to him. The others are just enjoying themselves. “Sir, please!” “Shhhhhhhhhhh!” A devilish smirk comes across his face. As his lips almost touch mine, I push him with all my strength and lurch a few steps back. “Did you just push me?” He stands tall, kicking his chair to the floor. I am shaking, words struck in my throat. “NO GIRL HAS EVER REFUSED JACKSON!” His eyes darken. Suddenly, the loud music stops, and all the attention shifts to us. “I am Bosco’s best customer.” He grits his teeth, throwing blazes at me with his evil eyes. “Do you want me to inform him?” “No, please!” My voice panics. A smile glints on his lips and he runs his fingers through his hair. “If you want me to spare you, kiss me.” “We are just ordered to serve drinks.” My trembling voice refuses him again. “So this is how it's gonna be, ha?” He clenches his fist tightly. “BOSCO!” “COME DOWN, RIGHT NOW!” “BOSCO, COME DOWN!” Tension thickens the air throughout the pub as no one dares to order Bosco. He's the king and we're just mere pawns. The familiar sound of boots cuts through the silence, drawing everyone's attention. “Who disturbed my sleep?” He walks down the stairs with a cigarette in his mouth, and his two well-built bodyguards in black suits closely follow him behind. He's a man in his 30s, 6’0 feet tall, and has black shaved hair and dark eyes. He always wears black and the smell of whiskey is always lingering on his clothes. “What have you taught your waitresses?” Jackson growls, passing me a death stare. “She refused to kiss me!” He's so drunk that he doesn't even realize he's throwing hands into the lion's den. “This one?” Bosco's gaze bears down on my body, sending a shiver down my spine. He is my biggest nightmare, and he knows it. “We'll handle her later…But let's deal with you first, my boy.” He returns his gaze to Jackson's face and blows smoke to his face. *Cough *Cough “This is my Arena Empire, and I'm the king!” Bosco groans, and his voice echoes through the walls. He passes a signal to his bodyguards, and they immediately cease Jackson’s hands behind his waist, kneeling him on the floor inches away from Bosco's polished boots. “W-What are you doing?” “She's at fault!” His panicked voice blames me. “How dare you call my name with your filthy tongue?” Bosco stands before him and cups his cheek. As he realizes his mistake, fear envelops his fierce eyes. There's a rule in the Arena Empire that Bosco should be addressed as King. He hates it when someone says his name. “I-I am sorry, Bosco!” He gulps. “Sorry?” He rubs the cigarette butt on his forehead, and his painful scream shakes the entire pub. “S-Sorry, please!” “Sorry, King!” As he hears the word, a wide smile stretches on his lips. “Drag this ba*tard outside and make sure he understands the damn rules.” His fingers pull away the cigarette butt from his forehead and drop it on the floor. The bodyguards aggressively drag him away with a black mark on his forehead. Despite the humiliation, he would come back tomorrow because there's no other place better than the Arena Empire. Bosco turns to me and inches closer. His fingers lift my chin while my gaze remains on the floor, scared to even meet his eyes. “In the red room at 8 pm.” He whispers. The red room is hell for every waitress or dancer in the Arena Empire. It's a place where Bosco punishes us. As he walks out of the pub, the music once again shakes the walls as if nothing happened. Tears pool into my eyes but I still bring a smile to my lips, hiding my pain. This is another rule of the Arena Empire. It's a place from which you can never escape. The Salazar family was a king's family that ruled for centuries in Shadow Falls. People always respected them. Well, the respect turned into terror as the new generation took over the family name. Bosco Salazar is the name that rules all the illegal businesses in Shadow Falls. Even the cops take their cut from him. He kills and disappears people as if they never existed in the first place. The Arena Empire is the biggest profit market for him. It's a grand pub, tall like a castle with more than a thousand rooms. There are sixteen floors, and each serves a different form of entertainment. The first two floors are the pub where I work. There's also a huge bathhouse, massage parlor, gambling club, auction hall, and an underground place for illegal fights and bike racing. The entire Arena is colored red with black floors and ceilings. All the girls live on the 8th and 9th floors, whereas Bosco rules the entire Arena Empire from the 16th floor. CCTV is everywhere except for the exclusive rooms to give customers privacy. All the men, married or unmarried, come here. I lost my parents in a car accident when I was only six. My uncle adopted me, but he was an alcoholic gambler. He abused me all the time, physically and mentally. One day, he lost his last savings in gambling and took out that anger on me. When nothing seemed to be working in his favor, he sold me off to the Arena Empire. Bosco buys and sells girls. He gave my uncle a pretty hefty amount. Ever since then, my life has been a living hell. It's a distant memory now when my eyes last saw the sky. We're not allowed to step foot outside without Bosco's permission, and he rarely gives one. I was forced to wear a short dress and serve men who always wanted to get into my pants. Sometimes, they even request sensual dance. It's been three years, I'm 22, but still stuck. When Bosco gets an amusing offer, he sells his waitresses and dancers to the other men, forcing them to serve bodies. He always says one thing you girls belong to me until I decide you're not anymore. He never touches his girls ‘cause he believes they are to remain pure for VIPS. It always makes me anxious that someday someone will put a price on me. Luckily, the men here can't afford the girls, only the VIPS can but they come once a month when there's a big gamble or party. I have tried to run away so many times but it's impossible because Bosco's reach is everywhere. There was this innocent girl who tried to escape before me but was caught within seconds and got killed. There's only option to survive the hell hole, obey Bosco. Inhaling a deep breath, I serve my remaining shift, keeping my head down. As the clock hits eight, my feet make their way to the red door. He's waiting for me…with a whip!!!