10 PM

Luciano was no longer in the private lounge when I walked out of the bathroom. Honestly, I would have just broken down in front of him if I saw him on my way out.

I was broken.

Dejected. Sad. Furious.

Pained. All of these emotions overwhelmed me all at once and it feels like my soul was slowly falling apart in Luciano’s hands.

Yet again, I felt used.

And mad because I couldn’t even stop myself from being used.

Frankly, what could I have done?

Any form of resistance to Luciano in that bathroom would have possible cost me a black eye or possibly a bruise or a burst on my lips and that way, my plan to lie to Nick that everything went fine would fall through.

I trudged out of the Night club with a hitch in my steps.

Not like there was a spring to it when I walked in but at least I didn’t feel like shit walking into the club like I feel when I walked out of it.

As I made my way home, my thoughts and mind was clouded by what Luciano asked me to do.

I would be delivering a package