MASSIMO'S POV
LEANING back on the soft sofa with my legs crossed, my attention was divided between the thick mist of smoke floating into the air and her pretty face that was quite remarkable.
Looking at her from a far off she looked incapable of this theft, but when you look at the dark side of the business she was involved in, you'd know better.
Strippers were never really to be trusted no matter how gentle they seemed; it was just in their nature to do dubious things.
I could feel every bit of anger trickling down my nerves, despite how subtle I might seem at that moment, but it was strong enough that I had to keep choking it down with a cup of whiskey.
Despite all that, It burned in my throat, as I could feel every bit of it expanding on my chest, like a virus willing to rip my soul apart.
My eyes skimmed the expanse of space as I searched across the room for Marcus, my one and only reliable guard; wiping my hand with a napkin. I was agitated at the fact that he was yet to be back.
"How long does it take to make a fucking contract ,Call Marcus!"
They rang his phone thrice and he picked at the third attempt citing that he would soon be joining us.
She was still there right in front of me, not saying a word like I had requested her to…I wiped the smirk off my face at the poor attempt to hide my amusement but still, the scenario was still so funny.
My gaze darkened, it conveyed the fact I could as well shoot anyone that angered me including my best guard.
I sat back in my chair, all senses of humor fading with the smoke of the cigarette, in spite of the toxic air and the girl in front of me regularly coughing I would have been lost in my thoughts as well.
Picking up another cigar from the pack and rolling the cigarette between my fingers, I tried to quench this anxiety that was hanging around the room, I could taste the nicotine on my fingers as I smoked.
The fact was I only smoke on certain occasions : It was either when I was too pissed, or when I was confused.
One of the guard left the table to get the door,they open and Marcus walked in with the papers.
"What took you so long?" I asked immediately if he got in.
At that point I hadn’t cared,all I wanted was the papers signed and us getting out of their sitting room of course with my prize girl.
The anger that had once pulsed in my chest for how long he took residedleqbing spaces for other emotions.
She’d glared at me then the paperwork I was going through. It was an innocent look but yet I could sense the fear and every other emotions in her eyes.
It was as though she could tell what was coming and just had to hide the anxiety she was feeling, and every bit of other emotions.
She walked out of the room and her father was brought in, after making all terms and conditions clear to him, she was dragged back to the room where we were.
Deep down I had expected some kind of hesitation on her father's part, perhaps was waiting for him to say something like he would pay me off cause it was obvious he had the money.
However, it was either he had gotten tired of her or there was another reason I couldn't understand. He was quick to decide she should go and I gladly agreed.
Her heart beat so fast I could sense she fought not to choke on it.
Silence filled the room – It was deep as we had to come to terms with a decision, all through my life I had met different women and watched them express their fears from being thoughtful to being apathetic. This silence I felt was instinctive, like it was triggered in their for survival
"You will be going with him." Her father said. "Get your bags ready." He said to her with no remorse.
I was expecting a kind of reaction as in no way do I expect this to go easy like it was.
She wanted to say something but changed her mind. I could see a spark flickered in her eyes as her father shuffled some paper toward where I was .
In his hands was the contract all that was needed was for her father to sign completely and it was done.
That was how the contract worked, but something deep down was asking the question if it was right forcing her to a terms she was not quite aware about.
The paper was signed anyways, at the moment I didn't care if she never wanted a husband like him all I wanted was for her to come home with me.
My body wanted her in every different beat possible yet my brain kept weighing the thoughts over and over again.
With all said and done she walked out of the room hopefully to get her bag ready,I made sure Marcus followed her as I couldn't trust her not to run away.
She waited outside when she was done, sinking into the Sofa, far away in the distance I could hear her name being called over and over by her sick mother.
My heart dropped when I walked back out.
"Go tell her goodbye." I said, nudging my head.
She looked at me, not sure if she should go,.
"Very well then.". I muttered.
Her father walked off the room we had been in, he couldn't bare to look her in the face after he had literally sold her off to me.
She walked out of the apartment, and soon we were driving off…we were driving away to the other end of town.
She was forced to look back again, looking as though she knew that definitely she might never be seeing her home again for a very long time.
And maybe that was just true...
Does she mind?
That I don't definitely know.
CHAPTER 8ADRIANA'S POVI DIDN'T know what to feel about everything that was happening right now, it was all so unexplainable.Be it nervousness, anxiety or any other emotions, everything happened so fast I couldn't keep track of it.My feelings were a mixture of all the negative emotions you could think of, and in its trail, it left me feeling jittery. I didn't know how to react to the fact that I was going to live with this absolute stranger, and to be used for whatever he intended to do with me.I tried to study him for a while, his face, his looks. He did look rich– Obviously, but that wasn't the only thing that got my attention.It was this dark looming expression he had that was hard to explain, it was as though he kept it secret for a purpose.We drove in a different car from the rest, with my face glued to the glass as I watched life speed past me. A soft music played from the radio and its peaceful tune made my mind drift away with diverse thoughts plaguing it.I couldn't
Adriana’s POVThe cold water from the shower overhead trickled down my face and skin, leaving a numb chillness in its wake and despite the fact that I was bathing with clean water and I could perceive the sweet scenting soap on my skin, I still felt really dirty and stinky, like filth.“No matter what you do Adriana, you’re filth and filth you’ll remain for as long as you live!” Amy’s harsh words rang in my ears like music from a broken tape, and for the first time in my life, I welcomed it. I welcomed her insults and her down talking; and I welcomed every other negative feeling that came with being the unwanted child… the black sheep.I distinctly remembered how I used to desperately clamor for her attention and then after mother remarried, I began to clamor for a sense of belonging, for love, for care until I realized that all I had been doing for the most of my childhood was clamoring for things that I couldn’t get… things I could never have.Tears leaked out of my eyes as I thoug
Adriana's POVTHE music suddenly stopped and so did I. I knew it was unprofessional for me to stop dancing as the music stopped but I had been looking for that opportunity ever since I begun dancing.I could feel his razor-sharp focus running across my skin like trickling water and raking through every fibre of my being, it made me so nervous that when I finally got to the pole, I looked at it as if I did never danced on one before.I couldn’t even bring myself to touch it, let alone hold it due to the amount of anxiety that his eyes were making me feel. It was the kind that an entire club had not been able to me feel as I was able to do this almost every night, but with him it was different. His steely gaze was making me jittery, and this thing quite impossible.As expected, it didn't take long for him to snap and then he began to yell at me asking me if I was going to dance eventually or wait till it was finally Dawn.With trembling lips I responded that I was going to dance and the
Adriana's POVMassimo hadn't been joking when he said he needed me to dance for him every damn night. At first, I had thought that he’d been joking until he literally made me do it. He was like a walking alarm clock. Everyday, the moment the clock hits eight, he would burst right into my room like someone in a hot chase, and then sit on the couch with his legs spread, giving me a very lustful look. It was the usual… it was becoming quite a ritual.Within that look, I could sense impatience, and in most cases I could also sense danger… a kind of danger that would most definitely consume me whole if I didn't get my ass up to do what he wanted. I reluctantly got up, still holding his stare. I had already worn lingerie under, so I stripped slowly, bending over to remove my pants. The pole was beginning to sicken me now that I looked at it, but I didn't have a choice. I wrapped my legs around it, sliding down the pole to the ground.My legs, most especially my inner thighs were every s
Adriana’s POVNow I understand why people in psychiatrist hospitals found it sickening to be cooped up in a room for a long period of time. The fact that it only made them crazier related to my present situation so much that I could almost imagine myself clad in their shabby garments.I could almost think that I was fast turning into a psycho because these days, my routine was basically the same. I'd wake up, sit and stare, and then begin to think of the different ways I could give Massimo a painful but slow death. I only get food if he's in a good mood, and if he's in the best of moods, I get to eat twice.Right now, he was in my room and it seemed like he was in a good mood today. In fact, he had been in a good mood for most of the week as he hadn't even made me dance for him since the week began; moreover his look was different.It was less scornful and it was lighter. He simply sat and watched me from the couch, with a wine glass in his hands and a very heavy look in his eyes.
Adriana’s POVThe only thing I could hear aside from myself thinking was the incessant sound of the wall clock ticking. If I said I wasn't cold, that would be a lie. I was cold as fuck, but I didn't think I'd be able to stand up to get under the duvet or even find something to protect me from the harsh weather. Ever since last night, after Massimo had fired the gun and I had been thrown into this room, I had fallen to the floor and that was where I remained even till now. The tears that had dripped from my eyes continued slipping out even after hours and now I could swear that my eyes were already puffy and red even though I couldn’t see them. The silence that dwelled with me that night was sickening and the darkness… was something else altogether. I was so scared, scared of the dark and scared of Massimo that now he had slowly become an object of my nightmares.I was scared of what he would do to me. If he had been able to kill Jack without a second thought, Jack who had worked w
Massimo’s POVMy hands shook violently as I held the wine glass and tried to take a sip. It was so bad that a few droplets splattered on my fingers and on the table, drawing the attention of a few of my boys to me but I quickly shrugged it off and desperately tried to ignore their curious stares. I shook my head in confusion, wondering what was happening to me but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t help but think that this was all Adriana’s fault. She was the reason I was like this as I just couldn't get my mind off her. The fact that she had planned with Jack to escape from me angered me. She needed to understand that she was mine and I wasn't going to let her go. That Jack of a guy infuriated me too but thankfully I had been in a good mood, else that bullet would have definitely landed in his skull and not in my sofa.I wasn’t sure why but I had decided not to kill him for some reason, and so I had just preferred to lock him up in one of my cells until I had come
Massimo’s POV“And make sure you ask Micheal to send me those files first thing in the morning! We're behind schedule, Gina." I growled but before she had the opportunity to reply, I ended the call angrily, not wanting to listen to her flimsy excuses anymore. We had been preparing vigorously for a merger that we were trying to get and finally, the meeting was tomorrow. She had called me again this evening after I got home, asking for directions, for the files even though I had told her earlier that day. At the office, I had given her instructions when wewere having our final meeting, but because Micheal and her had been busy eye raping each other during the entire course of the meeting, nothing had gone into one of their ears, making me have to repeat myself which was something I didn’t enjoy doing.I had a long day at the office, trying to make sure that everything went well and was so bothered about it that even after I got home, it was the only thing I could think of. I immediate