Your Queen

Tyrone's gaze was fixed on his reflection as everything that happened a while ago haunted his jumbled-up mind. He felt like he was going insane, he felt confused and betrayed.

No one mentioned anything like an auction to him before he agreed to strip on that stage that tore his life away.

What was he? A piece of unwanted and discarded object that could catch the attention of someone else?

Tyrone huffed and ruffled his hair, filled with indignation as he spun around and faced Sally.

Sally gave him an indifferent stare before tilting her head sideways.

“Get ready; the queen is waiting for you," she muttered, and Tyrone scoffed in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that she was acting unbothered after everything that happened.

“What exactly am I?" He snapped as Sally began to walk away.

His outburst froze Sally and forced her to switch her attention back to him.

Her chestnut eyes dimmed and she clenched her fist, glaring intimidatingly at Tyrone.

“You are a stripper, you are a helpless object that can be used by any of the Mafia lords!"

Tyrone's heart constricted as he stared blankly at Sally.

“A helpless object?" He gasped out, biting his lips in anger.

Sally sighed and grabbed his arm, forcing him to look into her eyes.

“We don't have a choice. If they want you, they will do anything to have you obey their commands." A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she bent closer, staring keenly into Tyrone's confused orbs.

“Sometimes, we end up controlling the obsessive ones.”

She straightened up and glanced around the empty showroom before whispering words that only Tyrone heard.

"Queen Selena is the most dangerous Mafia in the underworld. You have to go to her if you want you and your loved ones to see the sunrise tomorrow.”

Tyrone's eyes widened at Sally's words. He stuttered in fear, his mother's face constantly popping up in his mind.

"Is she… is she…” he stuttered and felt sweat break on his body.

"You'll also get paid for it, so you'll have nothing to lose,” Sally said and patted Tyrone's shoulder fondly.

"You are a good boy, Ty, a good boy,” Sally whispered, and the feeling of discomfort fled from Tyrone.

A sharp knock on the door made the both of them jump.

“The boss doesn't like to be kept waiting," a man muttered in a terrifying voice that made Tyrone shudder slightly.

Tyrone glanced at Sally who gave him a nod before brushing him towards the door.

As he trailed after the man, his mind lingered back to Sally's words and his throat knotted.

All through the ride, different thoughts ran through Tyrone's mind.

He was determined to verify that woman's identity. At one point, she looked like the college professor, and at some other point, she looked like what everyone called her: a cold-blooded and ruthless woman.

The man led him past several dimly lit corridors till they stopped in front of a large door.

“She is in there," the man said, waving at the closed wooden door before stepping back.

Tyrone swallowed hard and slowly reached to twist the knob and open the door.

Before he could twist the knob, the door swung open and his brows snapped up in surprise. He peered into the dark room yet saw no one.

“Go in," he muttered behind him.

He took in a deep breath before stepping into the room, his heart in his hand.

“Shut the door!" An eerie voice spoke up in the dark, making him jump in fear.

He nodded at the darkness and pulled the door close before turning around to glare at the shadow on the wall.

“Who are you?" He muttered and a low chuckle responded to his question.

The lights in the room flickered on and relief washed over Tyrone.

He swept his curious eyes around the luxurious room, admiring the expensive furniture and the large, comfy-looking bed. He thought of the last time he had had a good sleep on a good bed.

“I thought you wouldn't show up,” the familiar voice spoke up and Tyrone swerved his head in the direction of the enchanting voice.

He felt his heart stop beating as he stood face to face with the woman everyone called ruthless, the woman who bought him for a million dollars, his professor.

“You?" He gasped out and staggered back as the shock made his legs wobble.

Selena smirked and took a step closer while he cringed back.

“You are the first person to see the face behind my mask, and you'll definitely be the last," she muttered, and Tyrone shook his head in disbelief.

“You are a gangster?" He gasped in awe.

A sinister smile tugged at the corner of Selena's lips as she shook her head in disagreement.

“I am not a gangster," she covered the space between them and pushed Tyrone to the wall. She pinned his hands above his head and glared into his eyes as she whispered words that made chills run down Tyrone's spine.

“I am a Mafia Queen."

Tyrone wanted to breathe but couldn't, he tried to speak, but no words slipped forth from his trembling lips.

Selena was slowly crushing him down to hell with her aura.

“You… you are my professor!" He blurted out and Selena shrugged indifferently.

No matter how hard Tyrone tried to deny it, the striking resemblance always pulled him down. She was the one, even her behavior said it all.

He wondered why he never noticed all these while. The tattooed hand, the cold behavior, the strong and intimidating aura, and a sudden interest in him during the first time of their meeting.

He failed to notice that there was more to this woman than what people saw.

“You are a criminal," he spat out, struggling to get his hands off from her grip.

Selena cocked her brows and grinned evilly.

“Is that what you think? The government has more than enough, it won't hurt if I try to have a tip of it, will it?" She cackled and Tyrone's lips turned up in disgust.

“What do you want from me?" He asked, hoping he would get away from her sooner.

Selena threw a mischievous smirk at him before running her fingers along his tempting abs.

“I want you," she leaned forward and whispered.

Tyrone's eyes darkened in dismay.

“Me?" He gasped.

Selena glared at him and stepped back, turning her back to him.

“You think I gave that club one million for charity? Sorry, honey, you belong to me now," she said, and Tyrone scoffed

“Are you crazy?" He couldn't help but blurt out before he realized it.

Selena's fist clenched but she refrained from doing what was on her mind.

On a norm, whoever dared make her upset, always ended up lying dead the next minute, but somehow, she found out she couldn't bring herself to hurt the poor, confused soul behind her.

She forced a smile into her face and looked at him.

“You still don't understand, do you, honey? You are mine now."

She covered the spaces between them and the false smile on her face faded.

“Pull off your clothes and pleasure your queen!”

Tyrone's eyes bulged out in horror and his throat knotted.

"What?" Tyrone scoffed and frowned, "I won't do it.

A deep frown swept past Selena's face as she clenched her fist for the second time.

She wanted to push the anger away but couldn't succeed the second time.

She glared murderously at him, but he didn't flinch like he always did.

"You will have to obey me or–"

"Or what?" Tyrone snapped, cutting her off.

Selena's brows raised in awe, and she chucked darkly.

"This is the kind of boy I'm searching for," she muttered under her breath and sneered at him.

"Obey me or your mother dies tonight."

Tyrone's heart constricted and he felt his blood freeze.

"Are you threatening me with my mother's life?"

"Are you pulling off your clothes or not?"

Tyrone swallowed hard and bit his lips till they began to bleed

She had caught him in her snare and the both of them knew that.

Tyrone slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

Selena smiled and sat down in the bed, staring lustfully at him.

"Strip the way you did on the stage!" she ordered, her dark eyes filled with unknown emotions.

The only emotion Tyrone could make out of her eyes as he stripped according to her command was viciousness and raw lust. But to Selena, it was different, something she couldn't understand herself.

His shirt dropped to the floor and a mere stare at his packs hardened her tits.

He pulled off the belt strapped around his jeans and then slowly pulled the jean down, revealing the V line running from his waist down to his dick.

Selena watched with full attention until his jeans were down and so were his briefs.

She bit her lips the way she did the first time she met him.

A dark smile dangled around her lips as she stood to her feet, taking slow steps towards him.

"Tell me, honey, are you ready to satisfy your queen tonight?".