Sinner's hall

When Selena stepped into the dimly lit hall, heads turned and eyes worshipped her.

She narrowed her eyes and headed for the private meeting room, ignoring the deadly pairs of eyes that tore her dark clothes away from her body.

Just like the college, the sinner’s hall was another place where she always got showered attention and lust.

She narrowed her eyes at the owlish eyes staring at her body and proceeded into the private meeting room.

The others were there already, talking in low tones with thick cigarette smoke lingering in the air.

Selena walked into the midst of the five Mafia Lords and took a seat, curtly waving off the pairs of eyes that stared at her when she entered.

There were seven top-ranking Mafia Lords in the underworld; one of them was Selena, and the rest were Alonzo Santiago, who had been murdered; Nikita Anderson, who was Selena’s closest female rival; Lorenzo Luis; Miguel Luciano; Sabastian Morrill, and Gilberto Blackwood.

Each of them came from a powerful Mafia family, aside from Selena, whose origin was a mystery to them.

“Nobody invited you to this place,” Miguel sneered at her.

Selena narrowed her eyes in his direction and released a chuckle that pricked his pride.

“You shouldn’t be here, you should be in the hall with the mafias at your level!” Nikita snapped, glaring contemptuously at her.

Selena pulled out a cigarette and lit it as she paid deaf ears to their rants.

“Can't you hear me, Selena!” Nikita growled, puffing out smoke in anger.

“No matter how hard you try, I’ll remain the queen of the underworld,” Selena grinned, killing her rival slowly with her dark cold eyes.

Nikita flared up and threw the cigarette she was holding away. She sprang up and pulled out a gun, waving it at Selena who remained unmoved at the sight of the dark metal.

“Maybe we should host this meeting some other time; tonight doesn’t seem to be a good night for all of us. Besides, we’ve just lost a member,” Lorenzo muttered, trying to clear the tense air.

“Yes, yes, Lorenzo is right,” Sabastian agreed and got up.

He walked close to Nikita and smashed his lips on her, gripping her waist roughly.

The gun in her hand fell off to the ground as she wrapped her hands around his neck. She moaned softly as they devoured each other’s room, not caring about the presence of the other members.

Miguel and Lorenzo threw them a disgusted glance before walking out of the room.

One by one, they trooped out, leaving Selena and the sexed-up couple.

“Next time, when you want to kill, don’t think; just kill,” Selena muttered in a cold, mocking voice.

Nikita broke the kiss and pushed Sabastian off, moving towards Selena with a clenched fist.

Sabastian gripped her and pushed her against the wall, ripping off her dress.

She gasped out as she stood naked before him, pinned between the wall and his body.

From the corner of his eyes, Sabastian stared lustfully at Selena, who was walking to the door and bit his lips before slipping his fingers into Nikita’s drenched hole.

As Selena walked towards the exit door of the hall, Lorenzo gripped her wrist. She stopped walking and snatched her hand away from his grip, turning around as she glared at him.

“Why don’t you stay longer?” Lorenzo asked and she scoffed.

“Just because we fucked doesn’t mean there’s a thing between us,” Selena sneered, waving her finger between her and Lorenzo.

“I know, I didn’t take it personally. I just want you to stay back and enjoy the show. Try to make some friends, perhaps; that way, the hatred people have for you will reduce.”

Selena’s lips turned up in disgust as she rolled her eyes.

“There is no friendship in the underworld, your father should have taught you that.”

Anger flashed across Lorenzo’s eyes but he waved her curt words off and forced a smile into his face.

“Just stay back for a while. Some of the stripper boys might end up warming up your bed tonight,” Lorenzo winked and she scowled at him.

At the back of the stage, Tyrone sat in a corner, staring at the mask in his hand. He couldn’t believe that he would one day accept to do one of the things he was disgusted with.

Being a stripper was something he saw as crazy and immoral, yet he ended up being one. He ended up being crazy and immoral.

“Money is the root of all evil,” he muttered to himself.

“Stop saying shit and get ready, you’ll be the next stripper to be called on stage,” Sally, the pimp in charge of the strippers working at the sinner’s hall, muttered.

Tyrone sighed and put on the mask, flexing his muscles as he got up.

Sally’s lips curved up into a smile as she watched him saunter across to the door that led to the stage.

“Don’t let their eyes and aura intimidate you, men with your kind of body are desperately wanted,” Sally shouted after him.

“I’ll only do this once,” Tyrone said to her coldly and breathed out.

“Do it once, and you’ll get addicted,” David muttered behind him, and he narrowed his eyes.

“This doesn’t seem like your first time,” Tyrone said and David chuckled.

“I got my car with the first pay. Though, I’m expecting more money the longer I work here,” David replied and Tyrone swung his head in his direction in disbelief.

“If you’re lucky enough, you might end up capturing the interest of one of the ladies there,” David chuckled, waving his hands at the stage.

“I hope I don’t get to capture anyone’s interest,” Tyrone muttered and David shrugged.

His heart sank when he heard the MC mention his name. He felt his hands shake as he ascended the stage.

What would they say?

What if he messes up and doesn’t get his pay?

What if the mask falls off during the dance?

He shook his head at the overwhelming questions and stepped into the middle of the stage.

The number of eyes that attacked him almost knocked him off his feet but he retained his confidence and faced them courageously.

Tyrone took in a deep breath and shut his eyes when slow music started playing.

He took a few steps forward with his eyes closed and began to move his hips slowly to the rhythm of the music.

Selena cranked her head backward when the sound of the music filtered into her ear.

Her brows creased when she saw him. Though his face was covered, his body made her mind reel back to the student at college.

She looked at Lorenzo and walked off to one of the VIP sections in the hall, her eyes fixed on him.

Tyrone’s hands shook as he began to slowly pull off the buttons of his shirt in a seductive way that got jaws dropping in awe.

As the shirt slid off his squared shoulders, he shook his abs, causing chaos among the audience.

“70,000 dollars!” a female voice shouted from the dimly lit hall.

“80,000.”

Tyrone swerved his head in different directions, not understanding what was going on.

“85,000!” a male voice muttered.

“200,000 dollars!” Nikita shouted and Sabastian threw her glare.

In obedience to the pimp’s warning, he continued stripping.

His hands moved to his belt, and the noisy room became silent.

Selena tilted her head, watching with excitement.

Somehow, she realized that the stripper on the stage was making her feel what the student made her feel.

She felt a raw craving for him, a craving she couldn’t subdue.

She wanted him to touch her and she would do anything to make him do it only to her.

As different numbers of digits rang in the air, Tyrone’s heart thumped loudly in his chest as he slid the belt out and let it drop to the ground.

“Oh Lord, please forgive me. I don’t want to do this but I’ve got no choice,” he muttered under his breath as he slowly reached for his zipper.

“1 million!”

Tyrone’s hands froze and grave silence descended in the hall as everyone turned their head in the direction of the voice.

Air got knocked out of Tyrone’s lungs as he stared at the familiar eerie eyes that he had stumbled upon earlier that day.

“1 million dollars! Is that all?” the MC said when he revived from the shock.

“Okay, that’s it. 1 million accepted!”