CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MARCELLA’S POV

Five days had passed, and there was no sign of Uncle Tee, no word from the Mexican mafia either.

The awful silence around the manor was painful and tiring, no one had visited the manor the entire week not even fathers down-liners.

El Russo himself had spent most of his time sitting on the balcony upstairs staring into space. Occasionally I would see him deeply lost in thoughts, he was clearly grieving his brother but tried not to look weak before us.

This morning, one of the guards had informed me that, father wanted me at the club tonight. I hadn’t stepped foot there in almost eight years but this wasn’t the time to get on father’s nerves.I was nervous as the club wasn’t a place that resonated with my soul. By the time evening came, I was already dressed and ready for the club and by eleven pm, father and I had arrived.

The smell of smoke and hard liquor quickly filled my nostrils, I wiggled my nose briefly allowing it to adjust to the new smell. Several sweaty bodies collided against each other in an attempt to move to the rhythm of the loud music.

Alejandro had arrived at the club earlier and could be seen talking to a few clients at the VIP session.Father simply nodded towards that direction and he knew what he meant.

My brother took over the wheel as we squeezed our way through the crowd towards the back of the building.

The loud music faded slowly as we walked further down the hallway before branching into the ‘DarkRoom’ the smell of sex immediately blowing over my face. Loud moans of pleasure echoed across the room. At one corner, one of the girls had a client manhood in her mouth, diligently sucking the erect penis, another man stood behind her ass as it faced upwards, his rhythmic movement sending his dick in and out of her vagina.

The whole room was like an orgy field and no one seem to be bothered by our presence, each individual focusing on the pleasure they were receiving or giving.

A little wrinkle formed on my forehead as I tried to look away. I noticed a middle aged woman walking up to us. Her stilettos putting her several feet above me as she got closer. She smile broadly as she took fathers hands in a handshake.

“How is business going?” Father asked.

“Quiet well, your last shipment arrived yesterday, you now have twenty five hot girls at your service sir” she chewed on her gum carefree.

“Good, good” father nodded.

“If these idiots…” pointing between my brother and I as we stood on either side of his wheelchair. “…had not messed up the last deal, we would have had over thirty girls now”

The woman seized me in her gaze, her look giving me a feel of intimidation.

“Is this not Marcella.” Her question coming out as a flat statement.

“Yes I am” I replied politely, locking my hands behind me.

“Ohh well look at you girl… all grown up and shit” she said excitedly slapping my arm as she blew a bubble out of her gum. “I use to work here with your mother before…” she swallowed the rest of her words as she exchanged a nervous look with My father.

“I better get back to work, you know…I have dicks to suck” she said sticking her tongue to the inside of her cheek and imitating what would be a blow job.

I gave her a weak smile wondering what she meant. As she walked away, another woman walked up to us almost immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on the floor as she gracefully put one step before the other in her long black pair of heels. She looked very young, making me wonder if she was even of age to be at the club.

“He is already here sir, I will lead the way” she said without looking up then led the way through another door heavily guarded by armed men. Behind that door, we were ushered into a room I remember spending most of my childhood. This was the center of dads business, every weapon he owned, every money he made in the underground world passed through this room to be cleaned using the club earnings. In essence, the club was just the face, the real business went on here and he had uncle Tee in-charge of it, now that he was no longer here, deemed it fit to come down and monitor the business himself.

“We were not expecting you sir, welcome” a short hairy man greeted us at the entrance, his tattoo fill hands coiled around a communication device of a sort.

“Its my business and I can show up anytime I want” father replied

“ of course sir, its always a pleasure having you around” the man said, the remaining people in the room looked towards our direction, some even attempted to raise to greet father.

“Don’t stop on my account, keep working, time is money” father urged. “You remember my daughter Marcella?” He asked the man.

“Theres no way a man could forget this beautiful face, no matter how long it has been” the man replied with a smile .

“Good, she will be handling the business from this moment forward”

“I beg your pardon?” The man quarried, leaning in slightly as if to hear dad better.

“Father, that wasn’t the deal” Alejandro stated equally displeased with dad’s declaration.

I simply stood in awe. Theres no way my father would put me in charge of his business. It made absolutely no sense. I had no qualification, no experience, and absolutely no interest in this business, he knew it.

“She lacks experience and knows nothing about this industry” Alejandro added as though he read my thoughts.

“With all due respect boss, I think you’re making a mistake” the man said.

“Of course I know she is inexperienced, that’s why she isn’t going to run ‘the DarkRoom’ ,

She is only going to be a face, running the club.” I realized Alejandro relaxed a little, but the short man looked more concerned.

“I…I…Im sorry sir” he stammered “I think you’re mistaken again, that’s my job sir”

“I know Tim, I know its your job. But you’re getting promoted” Tim giggled nervously

“Thank you sir”.

“You’re getting promoted to Hell!” Father added followed quickly by a loud bang from his gun as as the fully plated metal flew from it directly into the mans hip. Tim slammed on the floor, blood dripping from his mouth.

“You fucking piece of shit” dad spat. “ I picked you from the slums, gave you a life and you think you can betray me?”

Tims eyes widened in shock, his attempt to speak causing him to choke further on his own blood.

All eyes were in our direction now, I shifted slightly from foot to foot not sure what to do in situations like this.

“Send my regards to Salvador in hell” father added firing his gun at the man again, the bullet hitting him in the chest this time and just like that he was out cold.

“Tyrone, clean up this mess” father instructed turning his chair around just as uncles Tee walked in.