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Maybe this is how I'm meant to be.

Caged...

Alone...

And unloved.

This was my destiny maybe, to be moving from one circle of danger, fear and restriction to another.

I had lost everyone in my family because of this same Mafia nonsense, and now the only way to protect me is sell me into another dangerous and destructive family that'll probably lead me to suicide if I'm not careful.

All I want is happiness and true freedom.

But what do I get?

Pain and suffering... after everything I ever went through before now this?

I sighed.

My door flew opened interrupting my thoughts.

I jerked up from my bed.

"What the fuck Amber what happened to knocking?", I asked.

Ever since our fight two nights ago I've done my best to avoid him and his entire family completely....well except for Mrs Williams and James.

"My father wants to say you", he says impatiently ignoring my comment.

I froze, "What?", I asked.

"My father wants to see you", he repeated again.

"Why?", I asked.

"Geez I don't know Lexy, he heard I got married and showed up today unannounced and he wants to see you, so can you please get this over with so he can leave I'm already disgusted by his presence ", he said sternly.

I rolled my eyes and got off my bed.

"Whatever ", I mumbled and walked past him.

He held my wrist pulling me back.

I had an electric shock for straight 2 seconds, weirdly because he has never touched me before, not even by accident.

"Listen to me ", he started in a very serious voice.

"I can handle and ignore all your bullshits definitely, but my father can't, he's not like me, if you mess things up I'm sorry but I can't protect you from him, he's going to kill you without mercy. So please be in your best behavior and just do whatever he says ".

"But-"

"Please Lexy ", he added more sober.

I exhaled and pulled my arm away from his and started walking away.

Of course if the whole continent is afraid of Amber, then I wonder the terrible things his father could do.

I should just compose and get it over with.

"Where is he?", I asked walking through the hallway with him right behind me.

"My office", he said and we went straight for his office and I opened it.

There was a middle aged man with white hair all over his head all dressed up in a black tux sitting on Diego's chair with unfamiliar men surroundings him all in the same outfit as his, and mind you, all his men were heavily loaded.

At the far end of the desk was James, Aaron and Asher seated.

I exhaled and walked into the room.

I'm not intimidated by any one.

They are only humanity like me.

I stand close to the desk.

The man studied me for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of my features and it was very much uncomfortable.

He sat upright.

His face held a permanent frown.

"You married my son?", he asked.

"Yes sir", I replied firmly.

"Why?", he asked.

"A business contract between my father and him", I replied.

He nodded slowly his eyes still studying my body.

He was silent for almost a minute, then he decided to break it.

"Strip"

I paused, wondering if I heard well.

"Sorry?", I asked hoping I didn't get it correct.

"I said strip", he repeated.

"Excuse me", I said getting upset already.

"I do not like repeating myself young lady, strip completely", he said.

Okay remember I said I was going to be in my best behavior, fuck that.

"And why ever should I do that?", I questioned.

"Well you're now our property and so we can do whatever we want, besides our club needs new recruiters and I want to make sure you'll look good for the stripper job, it's part of the criterias that we see what you look like without your clothes on, I've spoken too much young lady, strip", he said.

I just stared at him dumbfounded.

I turned to look at Amber, still trying to process what this hag just said.

Amber immediately looked away staring outside the window, clenching his jaw asif trying to suppress anger.

I turned back to Amber's father.

"First of all," I started calmly", There is no " our" in this situation, I'm nobody's property I belong to myself and myself only and so no one in this room has any right or whatsoever to tell me what I get to do with my body, second of all, I am not fully married to Amber yet because the marriage in quote wasn't successfully done.

Thirdly, who gave you the idea that because I married your son you can use me as a stripper? do I have a sign above my head screaming stripper that you'll assume you can use me as your puppet? I'm not going to strip ", I said calmly but firmly.

He gave a short laugh.

"I'm not going to say this again young lady, take your clothes off", he said.

I was slowly loosing it, and I'm going to go crazy today if he keeps up with this stupid demand.

"I am not a stripper ", I said firmly.

"Young lady -"

"And what will you do if I don't?", I yelled.

In a flash there was a gun pointed to my head and he was standing up.

I swallowed hard.

"Don't tempt my patience, now do what I say ", he said.

Number one rule in feminism is do not let the male see your fear or take advantage of it.

Resist their threats and die a proud woman.

I folded my hands in front of my chest.

"You have no right to tell me what to do ", I said firmly.

"You are married to my son and that means I also own you ", he said cocking the gun.

Maybe I would have actually taken my shirt off, but no I chose today to be the day I wear Gstrings, and even worse I'm not wearing a bra under this shirt.

Fuck no.

"If I'm actually married to Amber here, I don't have any business with you, so if you're looking for a stripper to use, why don't you make use of your wife", I snapped.

In the moment, bullet sounds were fired.

It was flying everywhere around me but it didn't touch me.

The mini wine booth behind me was shattered and broken glasses flew everywhere.

I didn't shake, I didn't move, I didn't blink.

"Dad , stop this already ", Amber said coming to stand in front of me blocking him from shooting me why further.

"How dare that whore talk to me like that, is she insane?! what is this?", he yelled.

I stepped away from Amber's protection.

"I am not a whore and I never will be", I snapped.

He pointed the gun at me again.

"Go ahead, shoot me and then move on with Life, shoot me ", I barked.

He didn't shoot, obviously he couldn't.

"What gives you the audacity to speak?", he yelled.

"What gives you the audacity to tell me what to do ", I barked back.

"Lexy ", Amber said turning to me.

I stopped him before he could speak any further.

"Don't you dare say a fucken word, your father is here telling me to go naked in front of all these people and you're standing here doing nothing about it, what you take me as a whore? do I look like some woman that you just fuck with?!, your own wife, someone you are meant to protect! you're a doing a great job Amber, thank you for saving me ", I yelled and walked out of his office.

Out of the building and went to the fountain and sat down.

I rubbed my temples and saw tears gathering my eyes.

This was a nostalgic feeling and I suddenly had short memory clips on something similar that happened to me years ago, something I've been dying to avoid.

My breath started rising and I felt my whole body begin to shake.

I started panting, hoping to calm myself down.

My whole body was shaking.

My vision began to blur and all I could see was short memories of that night when I was a little 13 year old girl, standing on a ship completely naked, about to be shipped out to another country.

I was having a panic attack again, I haven't had something like this in years.

I tried taking my phone from my pocket to call Sam, but my hands were shaking too much, and it was hard to keep my breath steady.

I managed to dial her number, but it kept on going to voicemail.

I tried it more than 10 times and the final time, she picked.

"Hey baby girl, what's popping", she asked cheerfully.

"Sam", I choked out.

She noticed the way I sounded.

"Lexy? Lexy are you okay? what's going on talk to me", she said.

"I ..I need you...it's .. it's happening again... please", I said panting feeling like my hear would stop beating or I would pass out.

"Hold on please I'm on my way", she yelled and I could hear her skipping stairs and jumping and running.

I ended the call and sat on the floor staring at the sky.

This is my destiny...

No happiness.

Just pain.