Six

Talia

I watched as the VIP clients trouped in; it was late at night, and they weren't leaving. One of the senators came visiting, and he needed to be entertained. I watched from the bar as the girls walked over to serve the table.

“Hey, you're needed on table six,” Amanda, one of my colleagues, said. I was confused that my assistance was needed because it looked like they had it under control.

“Giovanni said I should stay at the bar,” I explained, hoping she wouldn't pressure me into leaving.

“Well, Giovanni is not here, and one of the clients asked specifically for you.” She looked pissed that I was hesitant; she kept glaring at me like I was doing something wrong by sitting at the bar.

I couldn't resist anymore, so I followed her to the table.

“Look at the slut that finally decided to show up,” one of the senators said while the others laughed.

“Come sit with Daddy and show me what you can do,” he grinned. I felt disgusted staring at him. He was very nasty and perverted. I wanted to puke staring at him, he gave me the chills.

“Go on,” Amanda urged. She never liked me and always said I was favored by the Gallieni family because Lorenzo showed me some kind of sick, twisted attention.

“I don't want to,” I whispered, feeling scared. I didn't want to get closer to this man; it felt like he could do whatever he wanted, and no one would dare question him.

“Go on,” she pushed me, and the senator dragged me to his lap, whispering filthy words in my ear. “ I can't wait to feel you,” he smiled, kissing my cheeks.

“Oh she looks so good on your lap,” his friend laughed. The senator ran his hand up and down my arm filling my spine with chills; slowly, his hands crept to my boob, grabbing them with so much force.

I winced in pain, trying to get him off me, but he wouldn't move. I tried my best to move his hands off my body but he didn't budge. The whiff of his cologne greased my nose, and it smelled awful.

It smelled like weed and alcohol. For some reason, my mind went to Lorenzo, the day at the car when I got a smell of his cologne, he smelt like perfection, and I'd do anything to smell it again.

What the hell was wrong with me? I was thinking about a man who trapped me and gave me a job I didn't want without my permission.

I was brought back from my thoughts when I felt his hands slowly move to my inner thighs, I got angry and slapped him forcefully.

I was surprised at my outburst but I knew I wasn't going to spend another minute on his laps.

“What the hell is wrong with this bitch” he yelled, grabbing my neck. I didn't think of the consequences of my action and now I was going to lose my life.

He smacked my face hard, sending me to the ground. I felt my head spin and I saw blood dripping from my mouth. I looked up and saw a very angry senator; it felt like he wanted to kill me there and then.

He lifted his legs and kicked me over and over again till I was almost passing out, he was about to kick me again when someone stopped him.

Could that be him? Was Lorenzo here to save me again? For some weird reason, the thought of my captor saving me made me feel safe and warm.

I tried to keep my eyes open, and I saw it was Giovanni; I guess he just got back from wherever he went. I felt disappointed that it wasn't Lorenzo.

He helped me up and guided me to my room. I was placed in the bed and covered with a duvet but Giovanni wasn't leaving.

“We need to talk,” he started, drawing a chair closer to the bed. We've never had serious conversations so this felt weird.

“About…”

“Well regarding what happened today…” he said, a coy smirk lingering on his lips. I didn't understand what he was saying but he kept staring at me like he expected me to understand what he was saying.

“I don't want the Don to hear about this, it's not going to be good for both of us, and you know that,” he smiled and I didn't know why he was smiling, but I knew it was pissing me off.

“How is that going to be bad for me? I didn't do anything wrong, I was assaulted by a client and he got away with it. He didn't even apologize for treating me like shit” I ranted. I felt angry and stressed because it felt like I was talking and he wasn't listening.

“I know that! Okay, and I'm apologizing on his behalf, but you know you threw the first slap, and I'm not sure Don would like that.”

Was that true?

Did Lorenzo hold his clients with such esteem that he didn't care if a staff member was assaulted and defended herself?

Why the hell did my life have to be this hard? I was taken without my consent and now I'll have to endure assault?

“It's for our benefit, okay? We don't want to anger Don, to know what he can do if he gets pissed” he whispered, tracing his nasty finger over my cheek. I felt the coil in my stomach from his touch.

"Am I understood?" he asked, grabbing my jaw with anger.

“Yes sir” I winced from the pain I felt in my jaw.

“Better,” he said and walked out of the room.

I looked at the ceiling coiling up under the duvet, crying myself to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up feeling sore and tired. I checked the time, and it was 8:00 clock.

“Shit!” I was late and Giovanni hated tardiness. I got up and got dressed as fast as I could.

When I stepped out, I saw everyone running towards the lounge.

“Sorry, what's going on,” I asked one of my colleagues as I joined the crowd.

“The Don is around, and he's doing a welfare check,” she explained. Shit!

Why was he around today? I was told he doesn't come on Wednesdays.

We all lined up where he sat while he typed away on the phone, not giving a damn that we were waiting.

“Adrio” he called out.

“Yes, Don?”

“Get the limo ready,” he instructed; the man received his order and ran to do as he was told.

“How has business been?” he asked Giovanni. It felt like Giovanni was as nervous as I was because he started stuttering.

“Uh…uhm.. You know.. Good ..a..as always.” Lorenzo stood up, walking straight to his face.

“You know I read lies and faces, right? So don't fucking lie to me” he said calmly yet menacing.

“I don't lie, boss; everything has been good since you left.” He couldn't stare Lorenzo in the eyes because he knew he would get caught.

I made sure to cover up all the bruises from yesterday's assault, so Lorenzo wouldn't notice a thing.

“You know what happens to people who lie to me or betray me, so I'm not going to say too much.” he stepped closer to his face. “You've seen what's happens to them; it could be you next,” he added before walking over to me.

“Get your bag. We're going somewhere,” he said, staring at me from up to down. I felt nervous; it felt like he could see my soul from one stare; it felt like he knew what I was thinking and planned to devour them.

His aura was consuming.

I rushed inside, grabbed my stuff, and followed him out of the club. Everyone stared at me with hatred and anger, it felt like daggers were being thrown at me.

I went into the limo, and instantly, I was questioned by Lorenzo.

“What the hell happened there? Why is Giovanni acting like a mouse that walked into a cat trap?” He studied for a while, trying to see if I'd break.

“Nothing happened,” I said, trying to sound confident, but my voice still wavered a little bit.

“Really? You know I don't like liars, right?” he said, a coy smile lingering on his lips.

He came closer to me, breathing the same air as me. I felt his hot breath spread on my face like freckles and that made me wet.

He smelt heavenly, his hands slowly going down my thighs. I wheezed from expectation.

“Well, you tell me now,” his hands were deep in my panties. He kept his hands on my crutch, but he made no movement and left me wanting more.

I hated that I felt this hot for a man who gave no damn about me.

He placed his hands on my back where I was hurt. I felt a sharp pain, but I tried to hide it because I knew Lorenzo was a smart man who could figure it out in a minute.

The pain became unbearable, and I couldn't help but yelp.

“What happened to your back?” he said with a stern voice.

“Nothing!” I said, trying to get his hands off my back, but he didn't let go.

He put more pressure and I screamed.

“Who did this to you?” he growled, staring like he was ready to kill someone.

What have I done?