Episode 3

~Lisa’s POV~

"You?!" I yelled when I saw his face. I was so confused; I barely remembered anything that happened the night before, but I remembered seeing him in that bar. However, he looked so different now. He had tattoos everywhere. It was scary. I was scared for my life, and I had no idea who they were, which just frightened me even more.

"Lisa, how could you be so stupid?!" I scolded myself.

"Will you calm down, or should I tell my boys to calm you down their way?" he threatened in the most masculine aura I'd ever seen. He seemed dangerous.

"Who are you?" I finally brought myself to ask.

"Your new nightmare," he replied, and I scoffed.

"What do you want from me? Why am I here? I swear I have nothing to offer," I said, and he just stared coldly at me. Then he signaled to his boys, and the next thing I knew, they threw a dead body at my feet. Upon looking at the face, I instantly recognized him as my father.

"No!" I screamed, trying to struggle my way out of that chair. I cried and sobbed, but no one seemed to care.

"Sweetheart, stop shouting," he finally spoke.

"Why did you do this to him? Why him?" I cried out.

"You see, Sancho owes me," he said, and I cursed myself inwardly for not realizing earlier. Of course! My father's love for alcohol was going to put both me and him in danger. I just didn't think it would happen this way.

"I don't have anything, I swear to you. I have nothing. You can search me, search my house, check my accounts. I can't pay my father's debt," I complained, and he just looked intensely at me.

"Your father unfortunately signed up to use your life to pay me back all his debt," he said and smiled menacingly, and I'd never been so scared in my life.

"Please don't kill me!" I pleaded.

"Of course not!" he cackled.

"How would I get my money back then?" he smirked.

"So what do you want?"

"You will work for me. Your father owes me $215,000, and I know you can't pay that, so you will be mine, forever."

"What if I make up the money and pay up?"

"Done deal then, but my rules," he said and smiled. Oh, how I hated that evil smile.

"What are the rules?" I asked.

"I pay you," he said, and that was the most absurd thing I'd ever heard in my life.

"So you want me to pay back my father's debt with your money?" I asked.

"Yes, you will be working in my club as my personal stripper," he said, and I laughed in disbelief.

"I will do no such thing," I said, and one of his men smacked me hard across the face, and I winced in pain.

"You see, if you don't, then I have no reason to keep you alive," then I knew I had to do whatever he said before I died in his hands.

"Agreed?" he asked, and I nodded in agreement.

"Perfect then," he said, getting up and clapping.

"Perfect, isn't it, Torres?" he said to one of his men, and he just gave him a smile.

"Make sure we don't lose her and get her prepped for tonight," he said and left the room immediately. I took another glance at my father's dead body and broke down in tears. I was never going to forgive my father for putting me in such a mess.

"May your pitiful soul rest in peace," I muttered in between sobs while Alejandro's men took him away.

"Come," Torres said after untying me. I followed him into a shabby-looking room, which I guessed was to be my room. We walked for a long time before we got into that room, and I immediately realized how big that house was. I didn't know the directions to where I was at all, but the house was massive and really luxurious.

"Get clean; we'll send in something for you to eat. Then rest; we'll be out tonight, with you," he said, and I shrugged.

"If you want to make it out alive, do as Alejandro says," he warned and walked away, shutting the door behind him.

I got out of the shower, and I heard a knock on the door. "Who's there?" I asked, and I heard the knock again. I quickly covered up and went to open the door, and then two ladies came rushing in.

One of the ladies carried a food tray in her hand, and the other lady carried clothes, shoes, and accessories, and I was really surprised. I couldn't believe that was really happening.

"What is this?" I asked, already annoyed, and you couldn't blame me.

"I'm Lois, and she's Miriam," Lois said, and I faked a smile.

"What is this?" I repeated myself just in case they didn't hear me the first time.

"We were instructed to bring you clothes and food," Miriam said, and I looked at the things they were carrying, then broke down on my bed, sobbing. They dropped whatever it was they were holding and came to me.

"It's not that bad eventually," Lois said, and I looked up at her.

"You owe him too?" I asked, and she smiled sadly.

"It's not the time for us to share life stories. Now, quick, so you won't be late," she hurried me and served me the food.

"So why are you guys still here? I can take care of myself," I said, getting slightly irritated already.

"We were instructed that nothing should happen to you," Miriam said calmly.

"Which is weird because the boss has never given someone here such princess treatment," Lois chipped in.

"Lois! Be quiet," Miriam shunned, and Lois kept mute. I didn't understand what she meant, and I didn't want to understand. I just knew I needed to be out of there as soon as possible, and I was ready to do whatever it took to save my life. At least I had a roof over my head and some food without having to go out and sweat for it. Little did I know what was coming my way after that.

"Let's get you dressed," she said after I dropped my plate. I just had the best croissant ever.

While I ate, Maria, Lois, and I bonded properly. We gossiped about his men and their dealings in the place.

"And I heard Torres had a thing to do with Missy," Lois said, and they both giggled.

It was nice seeing and talking to some ladies there. It made me feel a bit safe.

I slid into the skimpy dress Maria gave me, and I felt and looked absolutely sexy. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, and it was perfect. You know that "love at first sight" feeling you have with an outfit you just wore? That was exactly how I felt. But deep down, I felt my belly tie to a knot because I didn't know what it would be like stripping for the Mafian King himself.

"You'll be fine, don't worry. I have never heard he hurt a woman,"

Miriam assured after I shared my fears with her.

"That doesn't explain why he allowed his men to beat me up," I said, and she gasped.

"Wait, which of his men?" Lois asked.

"He was really short, had very rough, thick hair, and a tribal mark on his cheek," I described the man who slapped me, and they both burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"Well, you see, Alejandro is really dangerous, but he has a rule against hurting women, and that man you just described is currently in the torment chambers receiving the torture of his life," she chuckled. Of course, Alejandro wouldn't embarrass his men in my presence; he would punish them secretly instead.

I felt very relieved that he was getting punished for his actions. Lois sat me down and started beating colors on my face in the name of makeup. Once I was done, his men sent for me, and I got into the car with them. I was told we were going to Alejandro's biggest casino, and I was going to make him happy, else.