All Chapters of A Stripper's Nightmare: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Danielle's POVThe stench of stale cigarettes and a really itchy feeling on my back, made me open my eyes.I had been tied to a chair in this awful place for hours, and I really needed to pee. Faint scuffling sounds could be heard from around me, making me tense up, all of a sudden. It was too dark for me to see anything, and judging by the chirping of insects, I was sure it was late at night already.A slight wave of panic had started to wash over me, and I began to trash desperately in my seat . Where the fuck are the cowards who did this to me? Why weren't they here? Did they abandon me here like they did to Sam?"Aaaaaarrgh!" I let out a blood curdling scream, as something crawled over my feet."Let me out of here, please!!!" I continued shouting, as my voice echoed through the seemingly empty room.I should never have believed that lying bitch, Mia. I should have known she was up to something. Why was I so eager to "help" her carry out her stupid plans?I felt hot tears running

Danielle's POVIt all began to make sense to me now, how Jordan was suddenly interested in me, how he knew I worked as a stripper. Mr. Cox had threatened me back then, that he was going to get back at me for ruining business for him. Jordan was the tool he used to accomplish that mission. They've both been working together, all along.I looked down, as hot urine ran down my legs for the second time tonight. I was exhausted from yelling out my lungs and thrashing violently in this goddamned seat.Mr. Cox left a couple hours ago; something about going to meet with Brandon, and negotiate the terms of my release. I realized he led a small, armed gang of his own, of which Jordan and his friends were among. They were planning to leave the city tonight, knowing fully well that Brandon would definitely be after them. That thought brought a weird smile to my face."This bitch has finally lost it." Chase, one of Jordan's friends remarked, glaring down at me."The fuck is she smiling about?" Ste

Danielle's POVI ran down the dark flight of stairs, as Anissa followed closely, calling out to me from behind."Miss Owens! You can't be down there." She whined in protest, but I paid her no heed.I needed to see Brandon, and I needed to see him now. I needed to know what he's been up to for the past twenty four hours, I needed to know why he didn't come to get me himself. Why did he even bother to send Micheal and Sam for me, if he'll only end up avoiding me still? "Miss Owens?!" Anissa persisted, and I found myself picking up my pace, as we arrived in some sort of basement.I heard distant groans, and I perked up at the sound immediately, looking towards where it was coming from.Anissa was suddenly in front of me, obstructing me from going any further. "You need to turn back now." She said, her demeanor turning dead serious. I hadn't been in these parts of the mansion, and it was clear that they were hiding something down here."This place is off bounds." She stated."Then why i

Danielle's POVI gave Brandon a pointed look, as his leg rubbed against mine, from under the table.He was dressed up in a black, long sleeve shirt, looking as dashing as ever, with his hair perfectly styled. We were all having our breakfast in silence, as he seemed to be going to work, while myself and Oliver were going to school.His legs slowly trailed up mine, making me flinch and glare at him. Brandon just smirked, clearly enjoying himself way too much."Stop!" I mouthed at him, briefly glancing at my brother, to make sure he wasn't noticing anything."What?" He asked out loud, making me slap my palm against my forehead, in frustration. Great! Now Oliver was looking at me."You're so annoying!" I rolled my eyes at Brandon, while he just feigned an innocent, clueless look."What did I do?" He shrugged, making an attempt to pout like a scolded child.Oliver just looked on in obvious confusion, as we both bickered amongst each other."Are you guys dating?" My little brother suddenly

Brandon's POV"The Iron Wolf!" The older man exclaimed, as I walked towards him, flanked by three of my masked men.I rolled my eyes at his antics. He hadn't changed much, since I last saw him. He was in a small, indoor pool with about three blonde women, and from the looks of it, he was high as a fucking kite."To what do I owe a visit from Il dolore rosso?" He slurred, just as I was given a chair to sit."Cut to the chase, Xander. You invited me here." I said, making him chuckle to himself."Oh... right!"He waved his hand casually, and the women in the pool with him, were suddenly standing up to leave. I just watched impatiently."I forget sometimes, how much you're like your father. So impatient." He said, finally coming out of the pool himself.I didn't like it whenever people mentioned my late father in any conversation. He was a memory I'd rather shove down to the very deepest, darkest parts of my mind, for reasons best known to me."And I forget sometimes, how much of a talkat