CHAPTER FOUR
Shirley's POV
My room? Did he just say my room?
Would I be living with him in this house, alone?
I froze for a second as riotous thoughts attacked my head. Then, ungluing my feet from the ground, I scampered after him.
As we walked through the corridors of Lucas Gambino's mansion, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. The signs of wealth surrounding me felt suffocating, like a gilded cage trapping me in a world I didn't belong to.
Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I turned to Lucas. "What do you mean by 'my room'?" I asked.
Lucas shot me a cocky smirk, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Unless you plan on spending the night in my car, I suggest you come inside."
I rolled my eyes in frustration. "That's not what I meant," I grumbled under my breath, trailing after him as he led the way.
Finally, he stopped before a pristine white door, pushing it open with a flourish. "Here you go," he announced, gesturing for me to enter.
I stepped into the room, and was immediately struck by its beauty. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, and soft golden light spilled from a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
The centerpiece of the room was a lavish four-poster bed, draped in beautiful sheets the color of moonlight. Plush pillows adorned the headboard. A crackling fireplace in the left corner cast a warm glow over the room.
Near the window stood a very large, beautifully carved vanity, beautiful even though its top was completely bare. A plush armchair sat beside it.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I took in my surroundings. For a moment, I allowed myself to forget the dangerous man that stood behind me.
His voice quickly pulled me back to reality. "Sleep well, Rocco." He murmured, then closed the door behind him.
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The next morning, I was woken from my sleep by the thin slant of sunlight that escaped into the room through the window. I groaned and stretched lazily, feeling more rested than I'd ever been.
Then my eyes flew open in alarm. Where was I again?!
Kicking the covers aside, I rose from the plush bed and quickly stepped outside. It took me a moment to remember that I was in Lucas Gambino's mansion.
I kept walking down the hall silently. Soon, I found myself at the top of a grand staircase, overlooking the foyer below.
It did not take me long to spot Lucas Gambino, who stood conversing with another man at the foot of the staircase. I could not tell what they were discussing, and that was just as well. It gave me ample time to stare at the god that was Lucas Gambino.
Mr Gambino was a vision of masculine perfection, with long, sleek black hair that pooled at the top of his head in a neat man bun. Every movement, from the flex of his arm as he gestured at the man, to the taut stretch of his shoulders, was fluid and purposeful. But it was his piercing glacier blue eyes that held me captivated, like icy pools of intensity that bore into my soul.
I could almost have fallen in love with the man, if not for the fact that I knew what a beast he was.
Lost in my reverie, I barely noticed when Lucas looked up and saw me. With a gesture, he beckoned for me to join them downstairs, and I obediently made my way down the staircase.
As I approached, Lucas turned to me with a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Good morning, Rocco," he greeted.
Why do you call me that? I wanted to ask. Instead, I grunted "Morning."
"A moment, please." Lucas Gambino turned back to the man beside him and fired off a bunch of instructions. I took the opportunity to steal another glance at him, admiring the way the morning light caught the subtle contours of his chiseled features.
After a moment, Lucas turned back to me, his gaze probing. "Come with me," he said, gesturing for me to follow him.
I trailed after him as he led the way down the hall to his study. He motioned for me to take a seat, and I complied, settling into the plush armchair opposite his desk.
"Now, woman," Lucas began, his voice low and commanding. "We need to talk about your debts."
"I told you I'd pay." I grunted. "All you need to do is give me a few weeks, and I promise—"
Lucas arched an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You've been saying that for seven months now, Rocco," he reminded me. "And yet, I have not seen nor heard anything from you. Tell me, where is your father?"
Embarrassment made my cheeks flush a bright pink. "He...he is out of town."
"Oh, is he?" Mr Gambino's Impressive eyebrows shot up. "My spies tell me he ran away and left you to source for the money to pay off the debt yourself."
"My father's debt has nothing to do with me!" I protested.
He placed both elbows on the tabletop and leaned towards me. "Now see, Rocco, I do not accept excuses when it comes to my money."
My heart raced as I met Lucas's intense gaze, feeling a magnetic pull between them that I couldn't quite explain. There was something undeniably alluring about him, from the way his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief to the confident tilt of his head.
For a brief moment, I found myself lost in the depths of his gaze, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. But Lucas's words soon broke through my reverie.
"And to get my money back, I would do everything possible."
Feeling a surge of defiance, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head-on. "I would do whatever it takes to repay you as well."
"Oh, Rocco!" A flicker of amusement crossed Lucas's features before he leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile gracing his lips. "In that case, you can start by working for me."
My eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected proposal. Work?!
Chapter FiveI observed from a distance, my silence enveloping me as I attempted to gather my thoughts and find the right words to address him. But his words were a jumbled mess, I could only imagine what he was up to. I struggled to comprehend what he was driving at, unable to grasp the essence of his ramblings.His lips formed the phrase "work for me" repeatedly, yet his smile held a sinister edge. It sent a chill down my spine, a warning that this man was up to no good. My breath grew heavy, each exhale punctuated by a pant."You're unbelievable," I muttered to myself, shooting him a glare as I noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. The mere thought of being in his presence enraged me, causing my blood to boil and my skin to crawl.I remained silent, allowing him to continue. It's obvious that he was heading somewhere, I needed clarity, fully aware that there was a hidden agenda behind his words. First, it was the club, and now... some sort of personal work with him.His misch
Chapter SixI entered the new apartment, eager to explore the room that had been assigned to me. As I looked around, I couldn't help but be captivated by its beauty.However, my peaceful moment was abruptly shattered as soon as a soft voice placed words to my hearing;"Lucas Gambino is a dangerous man."Right! How could I possibly survive with such a monster in the same house? I knew he would stop at nothing until he got his money back.My mind raced, replaying the events that had just unfolded. I couldn't believe what I saw on the document I was asked to sign.It stated that I would become his sex slave in exchange for the debt I owed.Anger consumed me as my heart pounded rapidly. I needed to find a solution to this debt problem. I brainstormed various ways to make money, but nothing seemed to come to mind."Come on, Shirley, think!" I urged myself, determined not to limit my thoughts. My head throbbed from the strain, and I grew increasingly thirsty. Spotting a water dispenser, I r
Chapter SevenLucas.There she stood, her gaze piercing through me like a thousand daggers. I had just granted her the freedom to leave for the strip club with no delay, fulfilling her desires as she had so boldly requested. And yet, she hesitated."You may leave now, they will take you to the strip club and any other place your heart desires, unless you change your mind. Although, that will be great. It's your choice to make anyways, really," I informed her, my voice laced with a tinge of annoyance.But she seemed skeptical of my words, causing a surge of anger to course through my veins. I stepped back, observing her defiance.I pondered the enigma of what women truly desire. Even when treated like royalty, they find it dubious. Damn! More reasons to question how to please them."But I explicitly stated my desire to go to the strip club, so why command me to visit other places of my choosing?"Her inquiry grated on my nerves. What more could I do to grant her the freedom to indulge
Chapter EightShirley'sI sat uncomfortably in the vehicle as we headed to the club. The vehicle had tinted windows, making it difficult to see inside from the outside. A thought crossed my mind - what if I was being kidnapped? Lucan Gambino was capable of much more than that.I chuckled at the idea, finding it hard to believe that such a sincere request could lead to something sinister. The luxurious lifestyle was not my cup of tea, and I had never experienced it before. This made me feel more at ease around the guards and in the vehicle, evident from my awkward gaze.My mind focused on the reason for going to the club - my cell phone. I was certain that they had taken possession of it, which was currently my greatest need. Upon arrival, the guards escorted me to the entrance, but only one followed me."Why do you have to come in with me? Do you want to get involved in something shady?" I asked, trying to keep him at a distance."Of course not!" he replied, giving me a strange look.
Chapter NineAs I entered the exclusive VIP room, I heard some noise, unpleasant to the ear. Just then, the sound of laughter filled the air, although the beauty of the place drew my attention in a captivating manner, I couldn't deny the fact that it was beautiful.With further steps inward, my happiness quickly turned into disapproval as the room became filled with thick tobacco smoke, assaulting my senses with its acrid smell. It has a choking smell that can cease one's breath. I wasn't used to it and couldn't take more of it, how were they able to stay in a room filled with it?A cough escaped my lips, causing the room to fall into an eerie silence. The laughter and noise I heard from the background ceased immediately yet, the smoke was making it difficult to breathe or see clearly. I seemed to know what was going on.Curiosity sparked within me as I wondered about the nature of the place, what practice must be going on. "I hope I was directed to the right place"I widened my eyes
Chapter TenAs I pondered my escape, a flurry of ideas danced through my mind, orchestrating a symphony of possibilities. With each passing moment, my plan gained momentum, propelling me towards the exit door, away from her watchful gaze.Suddenly, a commanding voice sliced through the air, shattering my concentration. A bossy lady materialized before me, stalking closer with an air of authority. Confusion washed over me like a tidal wave. Who had I been conversing with all this time?"Boss!" I exclaimed, swiveling my head to catch a glimpse of the mistress I had encountered. The resemblance was quite unbelievable, their features intertwined like a delicate tapestry, making it nearly impossible to discern one from the other."If you're the boss, then who is she?" I inquired, gesturing towards the mistress."You were on the verge of departure, continue on your path and leave this instant," the mistress replied, her words laced with a hint of urgency.Something felt amiss. Was she tryin
Chapter elevenI followed the instructions and found myself led into the secret domain of the ladies affairs. As I entered the main passage, my eyes scanned the place, looking around as I took in the various groups of women in their designated compartments. Each room was labeled with a title, giving a glimpse into the diverse array of ladies present. It was a sight to behold, a place teeming with femininity and mystery. I couldn't help but wonder just how many women were part of this exclusive club.Among the crowd, some women were partially clothed, indulging in the festivities with glasses of champagne in hand, their cheers filling the air. A wave of shame washed over me as I witnessed my fellow ladies in such a state. It felt as if I had stumbled upon a brothel rather than a respectable establishment.Suddenly, a shadow caught my attention, drawing nearer to our location."Boss!" I exclaimed, recognizing the figure."Keep that to yourself! I am not the boss. It's her sister," I w
Chapter Twelve In search of solitude, I scanned the room trying to ensure that there was no one left in the room. I needed some privacy, granting me the opportunity to change my attire. My vulnerability, my nakedness, was a secret I dared not expose to anyone. The act of adorning myself was a luxury I couldn't afford in the presence of others, even if we shared the same gender.I cherished my privacy when it came to my body, unaccustomed to the untamed exposure that accompanied the company of others.Just as I was about to slip into the uniform of a waitress, a summons interrupted my preparations."Shirley, why the delay? Hurry up, or you'll incur the wrath of the boss," Leila scolded as she entered the room.Instinctively, I shielded my chest, realizing I had removed my shirt."Please, I need some solitude. I'll be done shortly," I pleaded.Leila chuckled, observing me like a child who had encountered a specter."Fine... I'll leave. Dress up and catch up with us," she said, retreati