This chapter will have a few switch in P.O.V.s between Marcello and Victoria.

You may continue...;)

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Marcello's P.O.V.

"Victoria?" He looked confused but one glance behind her and his whole demeanor turned cold.

I scuffed. So this is the guy she's with? This scum? Van Marcel?

"What are you doing here?" He asked. His eyes not once leaving my father.

"Oh, uhh.... I sort of caused a little trouble out there and they call me here." She lied glaring back at us before turning back to him. I almost smirk at how cute she looks glaring.

I sat watching her lie through that pretty little mouth of hers. But if only she knew the things I knew. I felt bad, guilty even that even after all these long years they spent together he have been keeping her in the dark. It's a good thing to do but also not so good.

His eyes averted back to hers, evaluating her. No doubt wondering what my father and I are up to.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Business." I raised an single eyebrow at how casual he answered her.

"Hmmm." She hummed. "Well, I'll see you at home I guess." With that, she tipped, placing her hands on his chest and kissed his left cheek before slipping through the door.

I had to say, I was very jealous. Selfishly wishing that I was the one getting all of her kisses.
My mind went back to the time I first saw her. She was announced to come onstage and as she stepped out I was immediately intrigued by the way she walked the stage with such exotic confidence that my own breath hitch and my dick twitched. At that moment I wish I could see her face or even hide her away from all those horny fuckers.
If it wasn't for my best friend Lance Beckham, who for some reason couldn't keep his loose mouth shut. I would've never come but now I'm glad I did. And the way she seductively but dangerously shut him up turned me on. Soon after she left the stage, I was ready to leave. But as if the almighty being that created us heard my silent prayer allowed me to see her beautiful face when she removed her mask. I chuckled when I remembered her panicked look when she noticed I saw her face. And that mouth of hers, that feisty mouth of hers. In that moment I knew I wanted her.

"Van Marcel." My father greet bringing me back to reality.

"Don Donati." His eyes looked over at me. "Marcello"

I grunted my response and turned back around in my seat.
"Let's get down to business shall we."

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Victoria's P.O.V.

As soon as I close the door behind me, the two guards stood unmoving as if they're statues. I head towards the vanity room in search of Macy. Once I stepped into the dressing room I spotted her instantly yelling at some new girl.

"Well look who decided to show up." Reese spoke up as soon as she saw me, Cecile not too far behind. I rolled my eyes annoyed. I seriously don't got time for these girls bullshits.

"Not now Felisha." Purposely calling her by a different name. I stepped past her and walked up to Macy. I always wondered why Reese, Cecile and even Fae hates me so much. Fae hates me since high school. Reese and Cecile since I started working here. I don't get it, maybe they are some jealous polecat bitches who is looking for trouble every where they go.

"Hey Macy." At the sound of her name she looked in my direction.

"Sapphire, distracting that man was hard work." She whispered out, calling me by my stripper name. "I even offered him a lap dance and that ain't even in my job description."

She laughed nervously when she saw the unamused look on my face. "I'm just kidding."

"You better be." I said giving her a pointed look. "Anyways, I won't be dancing tonight."

"Why?"

"I feel drained after that long ass conversation I had with boss man and his son."

She nodded when the mention of bosses son was mentioned. "Wait, what? Marcello's in there?" I nodded my response trying my best to not think about him. At times Macy remind me of a 20 year old instead of someone who's in there late 30. Who's supposed to be more mature but that's what I love about her and that's what makes everyone in the club comfortable around her and respect her.

"I have never seen him around here this often before. I guess something caught his interest." A sly smirk started making its way on her face. My mouth formed a 'o' shape at what she was implying and I sucked my teeth rolling my eyes.

"Fuck you, I'm going home." I scuffed storming out of the room leaving Macy to laugh her head off. I really need a hot bath right now.

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Marcello's P.O.V.

I've been ignoring there bickering about money laundering, drugs, weapons and all of those illegal stuff for the past 75 minutes. I don't mean to be ignorant but I'm not into the illegal stuff my father is involved in. Though whether I like it or not I am always going to be involved.

The actual reason I am here is to propose that Victoria dance for me instead or for him to terminate the contract. He got angry but after some convincing he only agreed to let her dance for me.

The day I found out that she was dancing here because of my father's contract between him and her and also the fact that she owes him a lot of money. In that moment I was surprised. I tried to get her out by paying back all she owed but my father being the bastard he is won't have that because of some unknown reason. So instead, I propose she dances for me and only me. That's my way of trying to help her.

The mention of Victoria's name brought me out of my thoughts.
"Why was Victoria here earlier?" Scarface asked.

"She told you didn't she, she caused a problem and I summoned- called her in here to sort things out and we all know the type of spitfire she is." My father lied smoothly. But I don't think Van bought the bullshits that fell from my father's mouth.

"But since you want to talk about your woman, then we shall." My father said leaning back in his chair.

My ass was hurting and Van sitting next to me was bothering me so I stood up and a walked over to the mini bar to pour myself a drink.

"I thought she knew that you knew of her... Occupation."

Yes, I thought so too. But I guess not.

"And does she know the kind of work you do? The business you run? The people you've mur-"

"She doesn't need to know that." He snapped.

"Really? Why is that?" I piped in, taking a sip of my drink. The strong brown liquid burned my throat when I swallow.

"You shut your fucking mouth, you think I don't know you have been going out with my girl you useless scum!"

"Let's not start with the name calling, yes? We're both grown men so we'll talk this through like adults." I said calmly, unfazed by his anger.

"And how about I put a bullet through your head." I chuckled at his threat, not doubting he would do it. He is a mafia boss after all.

"Boys let's calm down." The clear amusement was embedded in my father's voice when he spoke and I could only scuff at how amusing he finds the situation.

I have known Van for a really long time and I have never really liked him. His father and mine were close friends before his father was murdered by his own wife and he had to take over the Italian mafia at a young age. I felt sorry for him but I will refrain from saying that out loud. My father, being the current mob boss for the American mafia has no plan of retiring soon. Even then, I was glad that I won't be the one to take over. I am not saying I am a saint to not take over but I don't think I want the stress that comes with being the ruler of the Mafia. I already have the stress of being Don Donati's son rest upon my shoulders along with the legal businesses that I own.

"Does she know you are in my kind of business? Maybe not fully involved but involved nonetheless." He asked raising an eyebrow ignoring my father who is just sitting amused by two grown men quarreling over a woman that I have just met a few weeks ago.

"She doesn't need to know that." I retorted.

"My point exactly." He said standing up.

"Don, I will send one of my man with the contract for you to sign later on this week before you disappear again." He said pulling at his jacket suit. "So if you'll excuse me. I have a gorgeous woman waiting for me back home. Marcello."

With that he left. "I hate that man."

My father chuckle before grabbing a file tossing it towards me.

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Victoria's P.O.V.

The water was more than soothing to calm my disoriented mind. The soft music in the background wasn't lulling me to sleep as I relaxed in the warm rose petal bath. I jolted awake when I felt a hand touch my breast.

I looked to the culprit to see that it was only Van. "The fuck Marcel! You scared me."

The water was now cold and a shiver ran down my spine.
"I'm sorry Bella. I didn't mean to."

"Come, let's get you out of this water before you catch a cold." He hoist me out of the bath not caring that my wet naked body was soaking his shirt.

He placed me down on a mat before wrapping me in a towel.

"Why didn't you call and tell me you got back?" I asked frowning.

"I'm sorry love, but I lost my phone on my way back. But I am here now." I smiled and nodded at him. Too tired to even argue.

I walk in our room and head over to my closet and pulled out a white T-shirt that has 'Bad Girls Rule' written out with a sharpie. Damn, Teresa and her sharpies. I pulled the shirt on along with a pink thong and walked over to the bed. Van was in the process of changing so I just went and lay down on the bed. As soon as I curled up under the covers I instantly passed out.

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*Sigh* I wanted so badly to update that I feel like this chapter is lame and a bit rushed. *Sniffles*

But.... A big BUT, the story's about to take a big turn soon, so please stay with me on this..

*Royal*  👑👑