Free Web NovelChapter 81: Chapter 81 Felicity.
I would have let him save me...The speed of it all terrified me.
My feelings terrified me.
No, Felicity, I told myself. No one’s coming to save you. This is your life now.
So I stood there, huddled in the corner of the locker room that smelled of bodies, sweat, and tacky perfume, while girls funneled in and out of the club, until finally Dante returned for me, sweating like he’d just been...up to something.
He snapped his fingers and motioned to me.
“You. Let’s go.”
I followed behind him like an obedient puppy down the hall that led to the main room of the club. The pounding bass grew louder as we walked. I knew it was just music, but to me it was the sound of a terrible monster ready to swallow me whole.
"So, good news," he told me. "You won’t be going up on the main stage tonight."
"No?" I asked. Somehow I doubted that Dante’s definition of "good news" was the same as mine.
"No. I’ve got a very special VIP for you to entertain," he replied, rubbing his hands together with excitement. freewebnσvel.cøm
“VIP?”
“RomanReigns,” he replied. “Ever heard of him?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
My legs froze and I stopped dead in the middle of the hall. Dante turned and grinned at me.
"I guess you have."
Of course I had. Anyone living in the Greater Boston area had heard of RomanReigns, the notorious crime boss who was on the verge of being the kingpin of the entire city.
“Brock...?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Damn right," Dante replied.
"His boys told me he wanted a ‘fresh one,’ and that means you. So get your ass moving, put a smile on that face, and dance your ass off for him."
He kept moving and I followed after him, forcing my legs to move.
“Dante!" I hissed as we approached the door to the main room. "I don’t know how to dance!"
"Ah, bullshit," he scoffed.
"How many years did you do ballet for?"
“That is not the same thing, Dante! Ballet is an art form — ”
"Watch your tone!" he snapped.
“I don’t know how to...twerk or whatever the hell girls do — ”
"Look, bitch," he snarled, spinning around with his finger in my face. "You get in there, put an innocent look on his face, say ’yes, sir’ and ’no, sir,’ move your hips, play with your tits, and grind that ass in his lap and make him happy. Understand?"
“I — ”
“You fuck this up for me, and we’re gonna have some serious problems! Understand?"
As if we already didn’t... I did my best to swallow my fear and nodded.
"Good. Now come with me."
Dante opened the door and we stepped into the club.
Colored lights flashed everywhere. Rap music blared as a girl twisted around the pole as a horde of men cheered and threw bills at her. She was clearly a veteran.
More men stood at the bar watching from behind their glasses as two other girls danced on smaller stages and others in skimpy outfits worked the crowd and tried to get their attention.
Dante reached back, took me roughly by the wrist and led me past a group of tables to a set of stairs leading up to what I assumed was the VIP section. A big bouncer wearing a tacky purple suit nodded and let us through.
“Remember," Dante hissed as we took the steps and reached another door with mirrored glass.
"Do not fuck this up."
I nodded and Dante opened the door.
And then everything turned upside down.
A group of men, clearly gangsters, stood around the VIP room with bottles of champagne in their hands, and at the center of them, sitting like a king on a crimson throne...was the man who’d kissed me last night.
"Rhimes."
Dante led me straight over to him, and with a huge smile on his face, introduced me.
“Brock, this is Gina. Gina, this is RomanReigns."
Ho-lee shit.
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My hands tightened around the armrests of the ridiculous throne Dante had brought out to impress me as a red hot ball of anger formed in my chest.
What is she doing here!?
It was her, my angel, the light in my darkness and now she was standing in front of me in a fucking strip club looking more uncomfortable than she’d ever been.
“Gina!?” I roared as I got to my feet. "That’s not her fucking name!"
Dante stepped back like the little bitch he was and looked at me like he thought I was going to kill him. And he wasn’t too far of.
Places like this made me sick, but we’d had a big victory over Tony Colombo’s mafia outfit trying to move into South Boston, and the boys had insisted on doing something “special" for me to celebrate.
So Stringer had arranged for a VIP party for me. Not wanting to disappoint my most loyal soldier, my number two, I’d agreed to go along. But really this was for the boys, not me.
I didn’t find anything sexy about paying a girl to pretend to like me.
The boys don’t care, but they also aren’t the boss, and a boss can’t be seen projecting any weakness. And paying a girl for her time is a weakness as far as I’m concerned.
But I came along tonight anyway to give the boys some well-deserved time off. We’d lost two men in the dispute with Tony’s assholes, and they needed to cut loose. I figured I’d just bite my tongue, go along with the festivities, let them have their fun and head home.
But then the impossible had happened.
She appeared.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this...
