Sold To The Mafia Boss

Chapter 4

Sophie's POV:

Trista led me through the rest of the club and showed me around. There was a section with strippers dancing on tables while men threw money at them. Then there was another section with hookers readily available for men willing to pay for their company. My eyes trailed toward a girl in a white T-shirt and black mini skirt, the uniform I had realized was worn by the bottle girls. She was on her knees in front of a man in the corner. I could already imagine what she was doing with her head bopping up and down and his hand behind her head. I quickly looked away.

I didn’t know why Nico had brought me here, but there was no way in hell I was going to become any of the women here. Not a stripper. Not a hooker. And definitely not a bottle girl with a d**k in her mouth. I’d rather put all my energy into figuring out an escape plan or die trying. In fact, I should start planning my escape right away. My eyes scanned the area, searching for an exit, but it seemed like there was none.

“Here is where everything starts.” Trista’s voice pulled me back to the present. “The deals, the collection of information, and sometimes the deaths. Men are really vulnerable when they’re surrounded by drugs, women, and alcohol, so we sell them everything they want to get what we need.”

I nodded, trying to grasp everything that was going on.

She stopped and looked back at me. “I hate silence. Say something when I’m talking to you.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t know what to say.”

“A simple ‘I understand’ will do.”

“Okay, ma’am. I understand.”

“If we’re clear on that, let’s head back to the VIP area.”

Trista and I climbed the stairs up to the VIP area, which seemed a little different from where we were coming from. She opened a door, and I saw Nico sitting down with his tobacco in hand, his shirt unbuttoned, with two women caressing his chest. The women stopped immediately when they saw Trista and quickly left the room.

I was about to go in when I felt a hand snake around my waist. I was shocked to the core. I looked up and saw a man who looked completely intoxicated staring down at me with a creepy smile.

“Trista, is she new?” he asked.

Trista turned around with a smile. “I’m sorry, she’s not that kind of worker.”

“But I want her. I love her pale skin and how she smells. I’ll pay double for her. No, no, triple.”

I just froze as the conversation went back and forth, and I felt his erection pressing against my thigh. It reminded me of the fights I had with my adopted father, but right now, I couldn’t even do anything. I tried wiggling out of his grasp, but he only pulled me closer.

He brought his nose closer to my ear and sniffed me. “She smells so delicious,” he said, before grinding himself against me.

Hot tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I realized how helpless I was, especially with Trista doing nothing to actually help me and only trying to pacify the man instead.

“Let go of me.” I tried to pry his hand from around my waist, but he was too strong.

“I love my women feisty,” he said.

It was like I had just ignited a fire in him because he pulled me even closer. I thought I’d lose my damn mind before Nico’s voice finally sounded. “Get your hands off her.” He was standing at the door with both hands in his pockets, his buttons still undone.

Trista quickly walked up to him. “Nico, I’ll take care of—”

“Didn’t you hear me?” He said it again as he took two steps forward, closing the gap between us. “I said, get your f*****g hands off her.”

“And who the f**k—” The man couldn’t complete his sentence because Nico grabbed his hand from my waist and twisted it behind his back until we heard a bone crack. He released him, and the man dropped to the floor, yelling in pure pain and agony. Three men rushed out of the VIP room with guns, pointing them at us.

“If you want to walk out of here alive, I suggest you lower your guns,” Nico said in a cool, casual tone, while my heart threatened to jump out of my chest from how fast it was beating.

The men looked around and noticed several red dots on their bodies before realizing they were completely surrounded. They quickly dropped their guns and put their hands in the air. Nico walked over to the man still writhing in pain on the ground. “If you dare show your face here again, it won’t end with just a broken arm. I’ll chop your legs off too.”

He then turned to the three men who had rushed out with their guns. “Now get out of my hotel and take him with you.”

He faced me and asked “Are you okay?”

I could only nod. He said nothing more before casually strolling back into the room he had come from. Trista looked back at me with a sour expression, like I was the one who had caused the problem when I was only just existing. She walked into the room and shut the door behind her, leaving me waiting outside. Thankfully, Davinci came and joined me.

“Things like this will happen often when you start working here.” He said first “It’s a bar crawling with people who break the law after all.”

“What do I do when it happens?” I asked because I was genuinely curious, I can't have that happening to me again.

“Just say you belong to Nico. That will be your saving grace.”

“I guess I really do belong to the devil now.”