Olivia's POV
My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The masked man with the scorpion tattoo, the one who had haunted my nightmares, was here, right in front of me. Years of grief and a burning desire for vengeance surged within me. How could it be him? I took another look at the tattoo and my eyes dilated. I wasn’t mistaken. It was him. It wasn’t a coincidence. He was the one who shot my father. He was here, my worst nightmare sitting before me. Quickly, I stepped away from him and saw his brow furrow. “Excuse me,” I murmured in panic and didn’t wait for him to respond before sprinting away. My steps were hurried and unsteady as I stumbled backstage, my mind racing with a mix of fear and anger. I pressed my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. My hands shook as I wrapped my arms around myself, attempting to calm the storm raging inside me. The scorpion tattoo. The assassin of my family. Here. Now. How could he be here? Was it a coincidence, or did he know who I was? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. I quickly wiped the tears that had unknowingly fallen and straightened up, preparing to face whoever was coming. It was one of the other dancers, Maria. “Olivia, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, her eyes filled with concern. “I… I just needed a moment,” I stammered, forcing a weak smile. “It’s been a long night.” Maria nodded, not entirely convinced, but not pressing further. “Well, you did great out there. The crowd loved you. If you need anything, let me know, okay?” “Thanks, Maria,” I managed to say before she turned and walked away. Once I was alone again, I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. I knew I wasn’t mistaken. He was the one. He was the one who had ordered the killing of my parents. Tears fell freely on my cheeks as I recalled the painful memory of that day when I lost everything dear to me. I thought I would never see him again. This world is vast, and encountering someone with that tattoo seemed improbable, yet here he was, in the club! Panic gripped me as I feared if he knew who I was, but I shook my head. It was obvious he hadn’t come for me. For several minutes, I remained in the locker room, lost in thoughts, until I decided to change and return to the bar stand. After changing, I decided to go back to the private room, but I didn’t go in, instead, I stood at the entrance door. I scanned the room, searching for the masked man with the piercing green eyes, and found him. He was still there, lounging in the VIP booth, his gaze occasionally sweeping the room but never lingering on anyone for long. I approached one of the security guards. “Hey, do you know the man in the VIP booth with the green eyes?” “That one?” The guard glanced over and shrugged. “Nah, he’s new. Must be someone important, though. Boss told us to give him whatever he wants.” “Thanks,” I said, my mind racing. It was obvious he was someone of great influence. Returning to the bar stand, I met Sonia looking confused, surprised to see me return so early. “What happened? You look like you’ve been crying,” she said, sounding worried. I sighed. “It’s nothing, I’m fine,” I lied to Sonia, who didn’t look convinced. “You’re lying, Olivia. Tell me what happened in there,” she demanded, and I sighed but didn’t respond. I couldn’t tell her the truth even if I wanted to. “Did some DOM try to force himself on you? You know you could report him and get his membership cancelled,” Sonia murmured while I flashed her a weak reassuring smile. “Believe me, I'm okay,” I assured her. Sonia didn’t seem convinced by my words but decided to let me be. I went back to work and tried to focus, but my mind wasn’t at rest. I kept thinking of him, my parents' killer. I knew I wasn’t mistaken. He was the one. The tattoo was exactly the same. It was well-crafted and spectacular, not just an ordinary scorpion tattoo but has a signature sign. Something written in foreign letters beside the tattoo; such a tattoo couldn’t be found anywhere else. This tattoo was etched into my memory. Every time I blinked, the image of that scorpion tattoo flashed before my eyes. I wasn’t mistaken. It was him. “Olivia, are you really okay?” Sonia asked in a concerned tone, and I nodded. Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus on work. Minutes passed. I poured drinks, forced smiles, and flirted with customers, but my mind was elsewhere. I replayed every detail of that night over and over again, the loud gunshots and how my parents dropped dead. He had killed my parents, and now he was here, within my reach, and I had no plan, no idea of what to do next. “Red-haired girl,” a familiar chilled voice muttered, and when I turned, it was him, the assassin, the one who haunted my nightmares. My eyes widened, and I swallowed in fear. “Why do you seem like you’ve seen a ghost?” he raised an eyebrow, and I quickly composed myself. I can’t let him suspect anything. “Nothing. I’m just surprised to see you here,” I said, and heard him chuckle, his green piercing eyes behind the mask staring right at me as if he wanted to pierce through my soul. “You forgot to take your money for your service,” he muttered before dropping a bundle of cash on the desk in front of me. “Why did you run away like that?” he asked, his question and piercing gaze unnerving me. I couldn’t understand why his mere gaze could have such an effect on me. “Huh? You acted like you’ve seen a ghost?” he questioned, and I swallowed hard while staring at him. I wished I could spit in his face and tell him the truth, but that would be the most stupid thing to do. I forced a shaky smile, hoping it would mask the fear and rage boiling within me. “I just needed a break,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “It gets overwhelming sometimes.” His eyes bore into mine, and for a moment, I feared he could see right through my lies. But then he smirked, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. “Understandable,” he said, leaning back against the bar. “You were turned on and couldn’t stand it, so you ran away.” He chuckled, while I frowned inwardly. He seemed so proud of himself, and it made me hate him even more. “You did well tonight.” I forced another smile. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.” He nodded, his gaze still fixed on me. “I still want to fuck you.” A few minutes ago, such words from him made my skin prickle and sent shivers down my spine, but now I felt disgusted to hear such from him. I can’t imagine being fucking my parents' murderer. Our gazes interlocked, and I wished I could stab him in the chest, but again, that would be a foolish move. I knew I needed to be strategic. “Today seems to be your first day. What’s your name, sir?” I asked, knowing his name was the first step. He chuckled, a dark, ominous sound. “Names are overrated,” he replied, his hand moving to caress his neatly shaved beard. “But you can call me Enzo.” “Enzo.” The name sent a shiver down my spine. Was it his real name, or just another mask? I had to find out more. “Alright, Sir Enzo,” I said, my voice steady. “What do you want from me?” “I want you,” he said bluntly. I glanced at him with hate, the audacity for him to think that I would agree to sleep with him. “What do you say?” he smirked, an annoying expression that made me wish I could tear his heart apart. I wished I could do anything to make him pay for what he did, but I knew there was nothing I could do at that moment. “I’m sorry, I can’t fuck you,” I stated firmly and saw his brow furrow. We glanced at each other without looking away until he spoke. “Get me a glass of whiskey,” he ordered, and I nodded before breaking eye contact with him. As I turned to serve his drink, I could feel his intense gaze on me, which made me so uncomfortable and nervous. Turning around, I served him his drink. He took a sip of his drink and glanced at me. “Ten thousand dollars for one night with me,” he offered. I nearly dropped the glass I was holding. My mind raced. Ten thousand dollars was more money than I had ever seen in one place. But the thought of being with him made my stomach churn. The image of my parents’ lifeless bodies flashed before my eyes again, fueling my anger. “I’m not a Submissive,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m here to serve drinks.” He chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Everyone has a price, Olivia,” he said, leaning closer. “The question is, how much is yours?”Alpha Enzo’s POVI saw a flicker of anger and hate in those alluring sea blue eyes the moment I made my offer.The moment my eyes fell on her as she walked onto the stage with the other strippers, I couldn’t take them off her. There was something about her, like a magnetic force that I couldn’t explain. I knew I was a man who really gets attracted to beautiful and sexy ladies, but hers was different. I couldn’t just look away from her.Watching her dance so sexily on that stage made me intrigued and yet somehow jealous. I was jealous that other men could sit and drool over her when it should only be me. When I saw her giving a lap dance to that man, I felt uncomfortable in my seat and couldn’t look away. All I wanted was to go pull her away and claim her as mine, which was insane because I had barely known her for a few minutes.When she began twerking for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I wished I could pull her into a room and make her submit to me right at that moment, but
Alpha Enzo's POVObeying my command, the sub began trailing her fingers from her boobs down to her stomach, and then she located her pussy. I watched her spread her thighs wider as she slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy and moaned. As she fingered herself, her hand went to her nipple, and she began rubbing it while I groaned, unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and took out my semi-hardened dick.When the sub got a glimpse of my dick, she stared at it with desire while increasing the pace of her fingers.“On your feet and pick up the vibrator from the bed,” I ordered.“Yes, master,” she obeyed and quickly went for the vibrator.“Can you take double penetration?” I asked.“Yes, master,” she replied excitedly.“Good girl, come here,” I said. She obeyed and moved closer to me. Gently, I caressed her cheek while she closed her eyes and mumbled at my touch. “Get on the bed and face me.”“Yes, master.” She climbed on the bed and knelt before me.“Put the vibrator in you,” I ordered while I
Olivia's POVI saw him walking away, and I excused myself to follow him, only to realize he wasn’t leaving; rather, he was entering one of the VIP private rooms. Probably, the sub was waiting for him.Going back to the bar, I met with Sonia, who was serving drinks to some Doms. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange ever since you returned from the dance. Did something happen there?” she asked, and I didn’t know how to tell her. How do I tell her that the man who had led the gang that murdered my parents and put my brother in a coma was right here, covered in a mask?“Oli, you can tell me anything, you know that, right?” she pressed on while I flashed her a weak smile and nodded. “Don’t worry, Sonia, it’s nothing serious,” I assured her. Sonia gave me a worried look before shrugging her shoulders. “If you say so,” she said and went back to work.Sucking a deep breath, I continued working, but from time to time, I looked around, hoping to see him again. I didn’t want him to just dis
Olivia's POV“This is great news, Olivia. I am so happy for you,” Sonia said excitedly the moment I broke the news to her. “So when do you start?” “Tomorrow. I'm excited and also nervous,” I said, and Sonia gave me a comforting squeeze on the shoulders. “Don't worry. I believe you will do just great there,” she assured me, and I smiled at her encouragement, which was exactly what I needed.“Sonia!” a DOM called for Sonia’s service, and she left while I continued cleaning the glass. Suddenly, I felt a strange yet familiar sensation and lifted my head. When I did, I noticed he was standing right across from me. Despite the black mask, I easily recognized him because of his remarkable shade of green eyes, which I haven't seen on anyone else. To be sure it was really him, I moved my gaze to his wrist but noticed the sleeves of his shirt were covering the tattoo.“We meet again,” he smirked while I frowned and lifted my gaze to look up at him. Our eyes interlocked, and I stared back at him
Olivia's POVStepping into the room, I realized it was dimly lit except for the red light on the stage. “Come with me,” Damon said, and I followed him to the bar while scanning the room, glancing at the Doms and subs already seated, waiting for the play to begin.Damon led me to the bar stand and introduced me to the bar lady from whom I would be taking drinks. We exchanged greetings before Damon gestured for me to go stand in a corner.“Be careful, don't stare at them in the eyes. If you do, they will think you are trying to identify who they are, and that's not good,” he warned. I nodded, having no business knowing who they were.Taking a deep breath, I walked in the direction he pointed and took my position.“You,” a masked DOM signaled to me, and I hurriedly made my way towards him. “You are new here?” he asked, and I nodded.“Yes, sir. My post is normally at bar stand three,” I replied politely, and he nodded.“I see,” he said, running a quick gaze over me, which I found uncomfor
Olivia's POVAfter getting dressed in a black skirt and a button-up shirt, I put my hair in a bun and stood before the mirror. It was the first day of my internship at the prestigious Luciano Company, and I was damn nervous but also excited. For years, I had dreamed of working there, and today, that dream was coming true, although it was just for an internship program that would last for six months.“You can do this, Olivia,” I assured myself. I glanced at myself one more time in the mirror before moving away to grab my bag. After gathering my things, I left my apartment and took a taxi to the hospital. Today was a big day for me, and I needed to see my only family member who was still alive.Boarding a taxi, I arrived at the hospital and went to James's room. Entering the door, I shut it and made my way to the bed, pulling up a seat before staring at his unconscious body. It's been six years since he has been in this state, yet there have been no improvements. The hospital bills kept
Alpha Enzo’s POVIt felt like a dream. The same lady who had occupied my thoughts for the past few days was standing right before me, looking shocked and confused. “Olivia…” I muttered. “You…” she stuttered, clearly shocked to see me. Sarah cleared her throat. “Sir, this is the new intern, Miss Olivia Parker. You asked to see all the new interns.” Her words barely registered as all I could focus on was Olivia standing before me, our eyes interlocking. “Greet,” Sarah urged her. I noticed Olivia nervously licking her lips and composing herself. “Good morning, sir,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the evident tension. “Good morning, Olivia,” I replied, my voice calm but my mind racing. I tore my gaze away from her to address Sarah. “Thank you, Sarah. You can leave us now.” Sarah nodded and quietly exited the room, leaving Olivia and me alone. I moved my gaze back to Olivia, who seemed shocked, confused, and worried. “We meet again.” I smirked, but she swallowed nervously and
Olivia's POVI couldn’t believe I was taking a walk with the very man who killed my parents. To worsen it, he was the Alpha King, the most powerful and influential werewolf in the werewolves' clan. I hadn’t seen or known this man, but I had heard a lot about him—his power, his wolf, and his speed. So much I had heard, and I couldn’t believe this was the same man who murdered my parents. But why would he do that? What did my family do to make him want to annihilate us? But Regardless of what my father might have done, which I doubted, he should have never killed my parents in such a way.“What are you thinking? You seem to blank out.” His words snapped me out of my thoughts, and I had to look up at him, our eyes interlocking. “Nothing,” I murmured and looked away. Anger bubbled inside me at my helplessness. Here was my parents' killer, and yet I knew I wouldn’t be able to get justice. This man was the Alpha King; how could I possibly avenge my parents?“I think I should head back to th