Mrs parker’’s eyes darted towards me,her expression a mix of surprise and delight,my heart stopped,this must be a joke,he definitely doesn't mean me I thought,my pulse racing, surely I heard wrong. But the stillness in the room confirmed otherwise.
''Are you certain, Mr Black ?’’ Mrs Parker asked,her voice soft, testing.
He didn't answer,he didn't need to.The silence was his confirmation.with a nod,Mrs Parker clapped her hand ushering the strippers away.Then she turned to me,her smile sharp as a knife.” Come with me” she said, grabbing my arm and leading me out of the room.
She dragged me to a private staff lounge,her grip firm as though I might escape, “ Listen Luna” she started her tone with a mix of sternness and persuasion. “This is a one time thing.Do whatever he asks,and that's it. you're done.”
I am not a stripper boss,I protested, my voice trembling. I'm here to serve drinks,not sex
‘’Nonsense'’ she snapped, cutting me off, “who said anything about sex?he does not want sex, he just wants a massage
“A massage?" I echoed, disbelief dripping in my tone.
“Yes, a massage! He's paying a fortune for this, Luna I'm not letting this slip through my fingers.” She leaned closer, her voice lowering into a conspiratorial whisper. “ Think about it, your rent is due,your mom needs medications,and you've got bills piling up. This could change everything for you.Millions, Luna.Millions !
You owe me luna,and with the look of things, I don't think you're paying anytime soon,if you do what i want, consider your debts paid.She said with a satisfactory smile
Her words settled over me like a weight,My mind spun with all the reasons I should say no and the desperate realities that made it hard to refuse.Finally I exhaled. I'll do it i said
Mrs.parker beamed, wasting no time.She had two staffs dress me in a black lingerie set that fits like a glove,The silky fabric clung to my curves,the lace teasingly revealing my skin,My hair was styled into loose waves,and they applied just enough makeup to make me look effortlessly sultry. A silk robe was draped over me,but it did little to hide how exposed I felt.
“All this for a massage,” I muttered under my breath, staring at my reflection.i really look tempting
Mrs Parker stood behind me, while adjusting and fixing the robe, “ you've been here long enough to know how this works. You've watched the strippers do their thing, don't mess this up”. Her voice softened almost northerly. Romano Black is not a man to be toyed with, for such a man the name is impeccably befitting, I thought.
I know my boss, she'll do anything for the cash,and whatever the pay, i Know too well,she gets the lion's share
Before I could respond, she led me to the door of the room,gave all the instructions, and left me standing there,alone. My heart pounded as doubt crept in,What am I doing? My mom's warning about men echoed in my mind,but the reality of our financial struggles.With a deep breath i pushed the door open.
The room was dimly lit,the faint glow of warm lights casting shadows,he sat on the bed,his posture relaxed and commanding.
“You know what to do”he said,his voice slicing through the silence like a blade.
With trembling hands,I climbed onto the bed and placed them on his shoulders, beginning to knead his tense muscles,beneath his tailored shirt.The scent of his cologne surrounded me, intoxicating and overwhelming.The scent of oddly familiar. I couldn’t quite place it,but I knew I had encountered it before. The familiarity gnawed at me, teasing my mind as I tried to recall where I had smelled it.My heart raced as my slender fingers danced on his broad shoulders.
“That's enough”,he said, and I climbed down from the bed.
“Strip”, he said,his deep voice slicing through the silence like a blade.
I froze his words ringing in my ears.slowly, i untied the silk robe, letting it fall to the ground.The lingerie felt more revealing now then ever,and i wanted nothing more than to dissapear.His dark eyes roamed me, his gaze consuming but unreadable.
I felt like a prey under the eyes of the predator, vulnerable and exposed.My waist, my curves,the slight swell of my breast, nothing escaped his scrutiny.Then he smiled,a slow, wicked curve of his lips that made my stomach flip.
"I said strip," he repeated, his voice colder, cutting through the air like a blade. Panic surged through me as I shook my head, my lips trembling. "Wait... I hope he isn't asking me to go completely naked," I thought, my heartbeat thundering in my chest. Gathering courage, I met his gaze.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that," I said sternly, though my voice wavered slightly. His eyes narrowed, dark and menacing, and I instantly regretted my words. He stared daggers at me, the air between us thick with tension.
"The audacity," I imagined him thinking, as he stood abruptly, towering over me like a giant. I stumbled back instinctively, fear creeping into my every step as he closed the gap between us with deliberate strides.
Grabbing my face firmly yet not harshly, he tilted my chin, forcing me to look directly into his icy, unyielding eyes. His grip was commanding, his touch cold, and the authority in his gaze sent shivers down my spine.
“You dare refuse me? " he growled , his voice low and menacing “ I can end your life right where you stand.
Fear crawled at my chest as the door creaked open. His bodyguard from earlier stopped in.
I flinched,my body jerking as I feared the situation had just gone out of control,and at the same time embarrassed.Mission accomplished boss”, the guard said calmly,as though nothing unusual was happening.
Romano finally released his grip on me,his Cold gaze lingering on mine for a moment,putting on his jacket, soothing it with precision that made it look more menacing.
The guard walked over to a corner of the room and returned with a briefcase.He opened it to reveal neat stack's if dollars that gleaned under the low light,my eyes widened in bewilderment.
“ For the whore" he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. As though it was worth nothing more than the stacks of cash.
“Whore I fired back anger boiling in my veins, my shock gave way to unrestricted fury,And I forgot,for a moment, that I was standing before two dangerous men.
“ Who the hell do you think you are"
Who am i, he asked with a smirk,are you sure you want to know that sweetheart.
In my anger, I shoved the briefcase away and it crashed on the floor. The stacks of money scattered around us like Fallen leaves.
‘’ You think you can just trample on anyone”, you're nothing but a pervert.
The guard made a move towards me,but Romano stopped him.
Picking up my robe, attempting to Storm out,but before I could,his hand gripped my arm, pulling me back.
Turning to me he said,watch your tongue Young lady or I'll cut it off,he leaned in, his voice low and venomous, only a whore will sell herself for money. You agreed to my request because you desperately needed the money,You have no dignity.
“Leave us”, he commanded his guard,his tone leaving no room for argument. The guard bowed his head,left the room,and closed the door behind him.
Romano released my hand and moved closer, before I could react,his hands wrapped around my throat,not tight enough to hurt,but firm enough to send shivers down my spine. Then I realized how hopelessly outmatched I was."Let me go," I said, my voice trembling as I clutched his arm with both hands, desperate to loosen his grip."Beg for mercy," he demanded, his cold voice devoid of empathy.I shook my head defiantly, but his grip on my throat tightened, making it harder to breathe. Panic surged through me, and I finally whispered, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."A sinister smile played on his lips. "Good girl," he said, releasing me abruptly as if I were nothing.I stumbled back, gasping for air, my hands rubbing my sore neck. I felt crushed beneath the weight of his cruel dominance, but I refused to let him see me cry. Without another word, I stormed out of the room, holding back the tears threatening to spill.As I made my way down the dimly lit corridors of the club, my vision blurre
The medical personnel rushed in and out of the room, attending to my mother with urgency. I stood frozen by the door, soaked in her blood, but I didn’t care. The beeping of machines and the quick steps of the medical staffs were the only sounds I could hear. My eyes stayed locked on my mother’s still, unconscious form.I refused to leave her side, despite the repeated attempts by my neighbors to console me. They stayed with me for hours, I didn’t want their comfort; I wanted my mother back. But as the hours passed,they went home. Only Mrs. Laura stayed. Just before dawn, as the light of the early morning crept through the hospital’s windows, Mrs. Laura gently approached me. "Luna, you need to eat and rest," she said softly, her voice full of concern. "You’ve been here all night. Your mother’s going to be okay." But I shook my head, my grip tightening on my mother's hand. "No. I’ll stay with her. She needs me.""Your mother would want you to take care of yourself too," she said, he
I backed away until my back hit the wall. Romano followed, his towering frame closing in until there was no escape. My heart raced, and just as I was about to scream, he swiftly clamped his hand over my mouth.“There’s no need for that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His face was inches from mine now, his dark eyes boring into mine. For a moment, I felt as though he was searching for something, his gaze lingering longer than it should have.Something about those eyes,his intense, penetrating stare,a strange sense of familiarity in me, but I couldn’t place it.Then he broke the silence, nodding toward a piece of paper lying on the table nearby. His hand dropped from my mouth as he reached into his jacket and handed me a card. “You might need this,” he said flatly, his tone unreadable.He stepped back. My hands trembled as I cautiously moved to the table. I picked up the paper and unfolded it. What I saw made me gasp. My breath caught as I stared at it, disbelief
They both turned to me, their faces shifting from playful to serious in an instant.“What’s up, Luna?” Lisa asked, her voice soft.I sighed, kicking at the sand as we walked. “It’s about my mom... or, well, the woman I thought was my mom. She told me recently that I’m adopted. She found me on her doorstep with a note and a pendant.”The words felt heavy leaving my mouth, like they were draining the energy from me. I stopped walking, wrapping my arms around myself as if to hold the pieces of me together.Ryan frowned deeply. “Wait, so... she’s not your biological mom? And she never told you until now?.I nodded, my voice trembling. “Yeah. My whole life... It feels like a lie. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Why was I abandoned? Who left me? And why now, of all times, did she decide to tell me?”Lisa reached out and squeezed my hand. “Luna, I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but your mom the one who raised you,loves you. She’s still your mom. Blood doesn’t define that.”Ryan
I swallowed hard, my fingers fumbling as I unbuckled the belt and slid it free. His gaze bore into me, making it impossible to look away as I crouched to remove his shoes, socks, and then his pants entirely. He stepped out of them without breaking eye contact and moved to sit in the large mahogany chair.“His presence fills the room,” I thought. Every step, every glance, seemed deliberate, as though he was constantly asserting his dominance without needing to say a word.As I stood back, unsure of what to do next, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Follow me,” he said, rising to his feet and walking toward the bathroom.“No,” I said firmly, shaking my head.He stopped, turning slowly to face me with an amused look. “No?”I nodded. “What do you want from me?”A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “Get in,” he commanded, the weight of his voice pressing down on me.“No,” I repeated, louder this time, standing my ground.He smirked, the amusement in his eyes shifting to some
Mrs. Parker looked up, her eyes widening in shock. “Luna, you’re soaked!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern or so it seemed.I didn’t buy her act. “Oh, please, ma’am,” I snapped, “don’t act all innocent. You know exactly what happened. You and that good-for-nothing Romano planned this, didn’t you?”Her expression shifted instantly. The faux concern vanished, replaced by a glare of pure rage. “Watch your tongue, young woman,” she hissed. “How dare you speak to me like that?”I hesitated for a moment, intimidated by her sudden shift in demeanor. But my anger outweighs my fear. “I’m not some toy you can exploit,” I shot back. “I quit.”Before I could take another breath, her hand struck me across the face. The sting of her slap burned, and for a moment, I was too stunned to react.“You ungrateful wretch,” she spat, her voice trembling with fury. “Before you quit, you’ll pay me every single dime you owe me.”Her hand raised again, ready to strike, but this time, it never landed.
After changing into the warm, dry clothes, I emerged from the bathroom, feeling more human. I thanked them profusely, but they only smiled.“If you don’t mind,” Kevin said, “you could work here for the time being, just until you find something else.”The offer caught me off guard. My chest tightened with gratitude. “Thank you. I’ll think about it,” I said, with a cheerful smile .As I left the restaurant, I waved down a cab. Once inside, I glanced at my phone and saw 15 missed calls. My heart sank,it was Mom. There were also several text messages:“Where are you?”“It’s late. Pick up your calls.”“You’re getting me worried!”The guilt weighed heavily as the cab pulled up in front of our house. The lights were still on, and I saw her pacing back and forth through the window.The moment I stepped out, she ran to me, pulling me into a tight embrace. “You had me worried sick!” she exclaimed, stroking my hair and looking me over. “What happened? And what’s with these clothes?”“Mom, let’s
We finished our meals while chatting and laughing. Joey’s laughter made the whole outing feel light and refreshing. Soon after, we headed back to the store together, talking and enjoying each other’s company. It was a simple day, but it left me feeling hopeful and lighter.Stacy was another little bundle of energy who frequented the shop. She always came with her nanny, a kind but slightly overwhelmed woman named Mary. Stacy, with her golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, was a curious five-year-old who had a question for everything.As soon as she walked into the shop one afternoon, she ran straight to me, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny. “Luna! Why are all the clothes here so tiny? Are they for dolls?”I laughed, crouching down to her level. “No, sweetheart, they’re for kids like you. But maybe we should start a doll section, huh?”She gasped dramatically. “Yes! My bunny needs new clothes!”Mary called out from a nearby rack, “Stacy, don’t bother Luna too much!”“It’s oka
Damien nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. “Sometimes, not having a plan is the best plan. Just go with the flow, till you figure something out.“Wise words,” I said with a smile. And he chuckled.We continued talking about everything and nothing, laughter filling the car as we made our way to Silver Hills, and enjoying each other's company. Before I knew it, we had arrived. The place was breathtaking, its grand exterior buzzing with excitement. Elegantly dressed people filled the area, each one a walking masterpiece of style. Fashion was at its peak, selfies were being snapped, photographers darted around capturing moments, and flashes illuminated the vibrant scene.I stepped out of the car, awestruck by the glamorous chaos. My eyes wandered from one dazzling display to another, taking in the colorful gowns, tailored suits, and radiant smiles. It was as if I’d stepped into a world where art and elegance collided. For a moment, I got lost in it all.“Looks like someone’s a little ench
“Well,” I muttered to myself, “whoever moves in there next better be a truly good neighbor.With a sigh, I turned and walked into my house. The quiet hit me immediately. Mom isn't home yet. I wandered into the living room and noticed the small, enlarged photo of me I had taken at Aurora Innovations. Picking it up, I stared at my younger, happier self, frozen in that moment.As I gazed at the picture, thoughts of Romano began flooding my mind again. Memories of everything he had done, both good and bad, came rushing in like a tide I couldn’t control. I shook my head, setting the photo down.“No,” I whispered to myself firmly. “I’m not ready. I can’t go back.”Placing the photo back in its spot, I retreated to my room, trying to push the thoughts away. But what I didn’t know was that the following months would bring mysteries unraveling, wounds reopened, and revelations I wasn’t prepared for.A future so uncertain.A nightmare in the daylight was dawning.The city was alive with noise a
As I opened the door, my eyes widened in surprise. Standing there were Mrs. Harrington and Joey. They looked healthy and happy, their smiles lighting up the doorstep.Joey I exclaimed, and before I could say anything else, he rushed forward, wrapping his little arms around me. His warmth filled me with joy . Mom We have visitors I called over my shoulder, still hugging Joey.As I stepped back to let them in, I caught sight of another figure approaching. Antonio. He was walking toward us with his usual confident stride, a small smile playing on his lips. The sight of him filled me with a sense of relief and gratitude.When he reached me, I didn’t hesitate. I threw my arms around him in a warm embrace. ''Mr Antonio,” I said softly, pulling back just enough to look at him. He smiled down at me.Just then, Mom walked in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. She paused, her face lighting up with recognition. “Joey, my then little customer, she exclaimed, her voice filled with exci
Feeling safe, i turned around to reveal my saviour to Antonio, but he was nowhere to be found, i kept looking around, he was here i kept saying, yes i know tommy was here answered Antonio, no not tommy he escaped, I'm talking about the man who saved me from the house, as I turned to look at the house again, all i could see was it's ruins, and thick smoke roaring up into the sky. Go check it out, bring anyone and anything of value you can find, Antonio commanded his men.As you can see ma'am Melissa there's absolutely no one else here, with you, are you sure someone got you out, or you're just seeing things, i am certain mr Antonio, i was saved by a mask man, but i guess Antonio didn't believe me.We need to get you to the hospital, he said as he guided me away, in a helicopter.I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly. "Mom, you’re so strong. I’m so glad you’re safe now. Antonio truly is a hero.She pulled back slightly, brushing my hair from my face. You’re my strength, Lu
Antonio chuckled, crouching slightly to meet Joey’s gaze. That’s a noble goal, Joey,he said with a warm smile. You’ll be an amazing hero one day. Just remember to always protect those you love.We all shared a laugh, the tension in the air finally beginning to ease. Later, we checked on my mom, who was recovering well. She looked so much better, and to my relief, the doctor confirmed she could be discharged.With Mom cleared to leave, Melissa, Mom, and I headed home. Before Melissa left for her own house, Mom took her hands and thanked her sincerely for all her help. Melissa smiled and waved us off, leaving us at the door.As we walked inside, I couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “Home sweet home,” I murmured, sinking into the sofa and letting my body relax for the first time in what felt like forever.Mom sat beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. We’ve been through so much, Luna, she said softly, but we made it. I’m so proud of you.I leaned into her, grateful for her p
My heart stopped as Joey broke free from Tommy’s grasp and ran toward us, his little face pale with fear and tears streaming down his cheeks.Behind him, Tommy staggered, clutching his chest as blood blossomed across his shirt. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud.Then, like a hero , Mr. Antonio emerged, his gun still smoking in the broad daylight. Without hesitation, he ran to us as I and Joey knelt by Grandmother, frantically trying to wake her up.“Grandma! Please, wake up!” Joey cried, his small hands shaking her.The other men who were with Tommy fled the scene, chased by the officers who had arrived with Antonio. Chaos erupted as gunshots echoed in the distance, but my entire world narrowed to Grandmother lying motionless before us.Some officers apprehended and handcuffed Tommy, ignoring his injuries. He was still alive but groaning in pain as they dragged him away."We need to get her to the hospital, " I cried, my voice trembling.Without wasting a second, Antonio and I c
For a while longer, we stayed up, laughing and talking. He told me about his adventures like the time he accidentally spilled gelato on a street artist’s painting, or when he and Grandma got lost in a vineyard and ended up having the best picnic ever.As his eyelids grew heavy, I tucked him in and kissed his forehead. Goodnight, Joey. Sweet dreams.Goodnight, Luna,he murmured sleepily. I’m so glad you’re here.I’m glad, too, I whispered, watching him drift off. In that quiet moment, all my worries melted away. The following day, Joey and I decided to go grocery shopping. Grandma handed us some cash and sent us off, but I had already made up my mind to leave right after we were done. Knowing this, Grandma asked the maid to accompany us so she could take Joey back home.We had a blast at the store. Joey giggled endlessly as I placed him in the shopping cart and spun him around, his laughter echoing through the aisles. We bought everything Grandma had listed and by the time we were done
“Well, Luna,” she began, “things haven’t been easy for us since Joey’s father passed. It’s been a difficult journey grieving, trying to move forward, and, most of all, seeking justice for what happened.She paused, her gaze momentarily drifting to the window. “The loss of my son left a void that can never truly be filled. Joey adored his father, and it’s been heartbreaking to see him struggle to understand why someone would do such a terrible thing. It’s a question I ask myself every single day.Mrs. Harrington’s hands trembled slightly as she clasped them together on the table. “For the longest time, it felt like we were just shouting into the void. The authorities weren’t giving us answers. But then Mr. Antonio got involved. He’s been a beacon of hope for our family.She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. Antonio has gone above and beyond. He reopened the case when everyone else wanted to close it and forget. He’s dug deep into investigations,
The house was eerily quiet, every room turning up empty. My mind raced with questions. Had Tommy known Antonio was coming? Was he hiding them somewhere else?I finally stumbled back outside, my chest heaving as panic set in. Two of Antonio’s injured men were being loaded into an ambulance.Antonio walked up to me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “Luna,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with concern, we’ll get to the bottom of this. I promise you. But I wish you hadn’t come out here. Now he knows you’re involved. He might come after you or your mom.The weight of his words sank into me like a stone. “What do we do now?” I asked, my voice barely audible.I’ll assign some men to watch the area, Antonio replied. “You, your mom, and Melissa need to be extra careful. If you see or hear anything suspicious, call me immediately.The moment Antonio and his men left, the reality of the situation hit me like a tidal wave. I stood frozen, staring at the empty street where Tommy had disapp