"He's coming this way."

Shit

"Distract him." Was all I said before I dash towards Don Donati's office. And let me remind you I was doing all this sexy ass running in heels.

The sound of my heels click-clacked in the hard tiled floor because of how brisk my legs was moving. I rounded a corner and ran up a few stairs nearly falling in the process. As I head towards Don's office I took a quick glance behind me to see if Van was anywhere near to where I was and prayed that Macy was doing a good job of distracting him.

I ignore the weird looks that was thrown my way through the dimly lit hall. Even those pathetic polecat dared to glare my way but I could see the clear confusion and curiosity on both there faces, so me being me, quickly threw them the middle finger and rounded another corner.

But damn. I cannot recall the office being this far. Soon, a thick black door came into view along with two huge bulky dudes standing guard. They both looked like twins with their bald heads, dark shades, a wire over there ears and matching black suits.

Fucking tweedle Dee and tweedle dumb. Are they even seeing through those glasses?

Sensing my presence they both looked at me.

"Sup." I called out nervously swallowing the lump in my throat. Instead of an answer they continued to stare.

"Okaayyy. Well I'm here to see boss man." I informed awkwardly. Without waiting for a reply I'm sure I wouldn't be getting, I raised my hand and knocked twice on the hard wood.

A gruff 'come in' was heard behind the door and I carefully turned the knob and stepped in.
Don was sitting around his desk, his face buried in a tattered black file. His office didn't look much different from back then with a window behind his desk a few couches to the corner and a mini bar to my left. Not wasting a moment I stepped further insides the bright spacious room only for the door to slam shut behind me. I jumped frightened by the way the door slammed and glance to see Marcello standing there in all his thick handsome masculinity, his left hand still resting on the now closed door. His calculating grey eyes staring back at me in wonder.

Well there goes my plan of staying far away from these two.

I turned back my attention towards Don but the feeling of Marcello burning gaze drilling a hole in my head sent a shiver down spine.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, resting my weight on my right leg with my arms fold.

"Sit." He still had his head buried in his file. I hope his head magically gets stuck there. I gripe but sat in the expensive looking black couch that was in front of him. The resemblance between him a Marcello was undeniable similar. They both have shaggy dark brown hair, strong muscular jawline, grey eyes and a very broad thick chest. The only difference is that one is older with a few greys here and there.

Marcello dragged his fine ass from the door and sat right next to me. The scent of his expensive cologne fill my nostril and the scent of it strangely calmed me.

Don placed the file down and stared at me. Evaluating me, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"I'm assuming you know why you're here."

"Well captain, unfortunately I don't."

He leaned back into his chair and hummed a response. The room fell silent not a soul uttering a word. The only thing you can hear are our breathing and the faint music that blast in the background.

Don released a tired sigh. "I summoned you here because of what happened last night." I internally groaned in annoyance. Did he just say summoned?

"The fuck is this? Games of Thrones?"
Marcello's chuckling notified me that I said that out loud. My eyes widened and I looked towards Don to see on unamused look on his face.

"Watch your mouth Ms. King. I'm not in the mood for any of your bullshits." His jaw was set and a manacing gleam took over. In my peripheral vision I didn't miss the exaggerated eye roll that Marcello did.

"Sure thing boss." I rolled my eyes. "If this summoning is about me and your son breaking into your store, it was all Marcello's idea." I confess. I didn't even know we were going to do it. I was forced... Okay maybe not.

"Way to throw me under the bus." He rolled his eyes scuffing. As if it wasn't true. I rolled my eyes.

"This isn't about the store Ms
King." He said standing up from his chair. He walked towards his window and stared at the city below.

"I'll be leaving again soon." He stated after awhile. Okaaay.
And? "Ms. King, I don't know how you and my son have met but I get you two had been hanging out lately and the two of you being around each other has posed a problem."
He kept staring out the window and I was confused and disoriented as fuck. I glanced at Marcello who sat quietly this whole time with a deadly expression on his face. I had to admit that it scared me to hell and a bit of a turn on.

"Uh?— what's so wrong with two friends hanging out?" Don turned around sharply at my words.

His eyes looked to his son and it looked as though they were having a heated mental conversation. His eyes averted back to me before he turned back to the window.

"I'm afraid it's more than that Ms. King."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Why wouldn't they just get to the point and stop wasting my time. "Am I in some sort of trouble?"

The two shared another look. Ok. Now they're making me a bit uneasy.

"We have a preposition. By we I meant Marcello." Don stated looking at his son.

"Which is?" I turned to Marcello and he cleared is throat before he spoke.

"Instead of you dancing for this club you'd be dancing for me.... At my house..... Until your contract with my father is void."

....

......

"What!" I shrieked standing up.
His words finally sinking into my thick skull. My eyes no doubt blazing with fury. "You want me to be your personal prostitute!?"

"It's not like that." Marcello said.

"It's exactly like that!" Oh my God. Are they for real. This is insane.

"Look all I'm trying to say is that it wouldn't be that bad. Think about it, instead of dancing in a skimpy outfits in front of men who no doubt eye rapes you, you'd only be dancing for me instead." He tried to reason. I can't say I'm not wounded by all this. I feel... I feel... Used? Exposed? I don't even fucking know how I feel. But one thing I do know is I'm not going to do it.

"No."

"No?"

"No." I repeat. "I won't do it."

It's hard enough to get to the club without being caught by Nash or being caught by any of Van's men but to go to another man's house is just fucked up. I mean what if Van finds out. I would be ruined. Not necessarily but I want to cause a rift between Van and I

"It's fait accompli." Don piped in. Quit smug might I add. I just stared at him in disbelief. My disbelief turned into rage.

"Oh? We'll see the fuck about that." I was about to leave dramatically when what he said stopped me in my track.

"It's apart of the agreement Ms. King. If you don't do it then you'd be breaching the contract you sign." Fuck! I cursed silently. Regretting that I stupidly didn't read the terms of the contract before I signed.

"Oh and how's your boyfriend? What's his name? Van?"

My body froze. How did he know about him? The only people I believe know about Van are Teresa, her family, a few friends, Macy and Marcello.

I slowly turned back around and narrowed my eyes at Marcello accusingly. "He didn't tell me anything." Don cuts in.

"Then how the fuck do you know about my boyfriend?" I asked icily.

"Have you forgotten who your talking to Ms. King? The man who helped you on that sad God awful day at the hospital?"

My eyes began to sting the moment of what happened that day flashed in my mind but I pushed it away as soon as it came. I won't let him see that his words affected me. I glanced at Marcello and he looked confused while his eye analyzed me.

"Let me explain something to you Victoria. There are alot of things you don't know that goes on around you and in your life. I am a man that knows many things. I personally know Van. Infact, he should be here at any given moment."

"You-your the one that invite him here? To where I work!?" I asked shock.

"I'm guessing you saw him." I could only glared, wishing my eyes could shoot laser. Times like these makes me envious of Superman.

But I mean, his he crazy? If he knew everything, he would have known that if Van was to find out about what I do and about this contract our relationship would be ruined. Van wouldn't accept me. What man would truly want a woman who flaunts and show off what he claims as his to other men. My body was shaking with anxiety and anger.

"Why?" My voice was shaky. "Is this some kind of setup?"

"No." Marcello spoke up. "It's just business."

I only nodded. Business huh. "I'm going home."

I was drained of all the little energy I had before. Too tired and frustrated to even continue arguing with both men.
I walked towards the door and as soon as I open the door I came face to face with Van.

"Victoria?"

Oh fuck me with a wooden spoon.

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Fun fact: Did you know... Aloe Vera juice is just... Yum...:)

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