Natalia's pov
We all turned our heads whipping around to the doorway just to confirm whose voice it was and that's when we saw him. Gio, our selfish and egoistic boss.His cold gaze swept over us appraisingly while his thin combover was slicked back with so much greasy product it looked wet.Speak of the devil."Alright, that's enough gossiping, ladies," he barked, his trademark rasp somehow cutting through the pumping bass. "Get those tight asses out on the floor. We've got a big whale coming in tonight, and I want my best girls putting on a good show."He spun around and shot me an intense look with a defiant pose that only meant one thing. Fury.“Including you Natalia” he added after he noticed how hesitant I was to put on my mask.Tense silence enveloped us like a mushroom before Gio spoke again.“Don't tell me you won't be working tonight because of that tramp I heard you spill from your mouth minutes ago?” he asked in the iciest tone ever.I breathed deeply before responding. “We talked about it already Gio,”His small, piggy eyes lingered on me for an extra moment before he turned and stormed away, his beer gut leading the way.I exchanged an apprehensive look with the other girls before letting out a weary sigh. Just another night of playing the role I hated to save the person I loved most."Gio" I called after him after the other girls had gone out to the main floor making him stop in his tracks.I hung back and approached him warily. He turned his piggy gaze on me, one eyebrow raised in annoyance.I inhaled deeply, winning him over was the plan tonight since the last wasn't so successful."You know I told you about my dad's surgery days back. The nurse said I absolutely have to get the payment in by midnight tonight if they're going to start the operation as scheduled." I began.Gio's face split into a greasy smirk. "Well, well, isn't that convenient? Looks like you'll have some extra motivation to really put on a good show for our whale tonight then."My stomach twisted, but I pressed on. "That's never a problem, it's just dancing right?"I watched his face contort into a frown. The silence stretching between us with each second that passed, I couldn't help but palpitate in fear of what Gio's frown could mean."Right Gio?" I muttered again with my eyes fixed on his."You know the answer to that already Natalia, it can't be just dancing! If you need the money for your dad's surgery you'll have to do more than just dancing!" He boomed.My eyes widened in horror at his sudden outburst."What do you mean? We talked about this, Gio, there's no way I'm going back to doing that dirty stuff." I retorted, my voice firm.Gio's eyes immediately became darker as he launched at me and grabbed my arm roughly."Well those dirty stuff is the only way to get the money you need for your dad's surgery and I've got just the scumbag picked out for you too - some big shot mobster who fancies himself a player. He'll pay through the nose for a night. And I'll make sure he gets a private service.""I'm not taking the offer Gio," I whispered in between muffled sobs, Gio's fingernails were digging deep into my skin and it was painful as hell."Yes you will, or get ready to kiss your old man goodbye!"My mouth fell open immediately as I stared at Gio, "You won't dare!" I croaked out, trying to break free from his iron grip on my arm but all my efforts seemed to be fruitless."Oh honey I will, I'm Giovanni Rastson for a reason. Now get your ass ready, you've got work to do tonight" He deadpanned and pushed me before walking into the club.I fell on my knees with a great thud. Revulsion churned in my gut as I thought of what I was about to do but I pushed it down.You have done worse for lesser money before Nat. This is different, This is for your dad.I stood sharply from the marble floor, dusting off a few specks of makeup dust that had clung to my jacket before making my way to the backstageAs soon as I got there, I sat on my dressing mirror and began touching up my makeup. I was almost done when Gio appeared in the doorway.He ducked his head for me to follow him. "C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting."I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up.“And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added,I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.As I emerged from the hallway, I did a double-take as I recognized the man Gio was leading me towards - it was the same arrogant asshole from outside the hospital! He was leaning against the bar, looking devilishly handsome, his perfect brows knitted together, probably bored. Wearing a perfectly-tailored suit sipping the tequila in one hand as he surveyed the club with an air of superiority."You've got to be kidding me," I scoffed as I mumbled under my breath. Of course the universe would serve up this cocky bastard as my big payday.Gio must have caught my look of dismay because he shoved me forward with a low hiss. "Get it together and work that magic, you little tramp. I don't care if he's the queen of England herself - you drain this prick dry, or you can kiss your old man goodbye. Capisce?""Yeah, I'm in." I threw him a withering glare as I made my way over to the bar, my stomach twisting into knots.I really hope this goes well.Natalia's pov My steps faltered as I neared him lounging against the bar. Anxiety rolled over me in waves, despite my determination. The weight of his stare pinned me to the floor. And unlike the first time I saw him, I was finally beginning to take in every single detail of his. From his impeccably tailored expensive suit to those rugged yet refined Italian features. Such a striking masculinity that wasn't quite like the rest of the Italian men I've been with, I couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence. His slanted blue eyes raked over me lazily, seeming to drink in every detail without even looking up from his glass making a shiver ripple through me. 'Get it together. This is just another asshole with money. You've handled worse Nat.' I chanted repeatedly in my head. For a moment, I wavered under his intense stare. Feeling utterly insignificant. Like I could easily be disposed of and no one would blink. This wasn't some drunken frat boy. This was a man who had whatev
Natalia's pov(7 months later)My heart pounded nervously as I slipped through the back door of Voyeur. Even though it was Gio who had called me here, saying he needed to discuss something important, I couldn't shake the feeling of being pulled back into the club's seedy underworld against my better judgement. The thumping bass and raunchy laughter wrapped around me like a vice as I made my way to the dressing room. It’s been seven months now since that fateful night I robbed him blind and vanished without a trace. I had finally hung up my lingeries and quit stripping at the club, using the riches I stole for Gio to pay for my dad's life-saving surgery. For the first time in years, I felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders. I was free from the world of stripping and robbing billionaires – an act that I’ve always detested.I entered the dressing room, and was welcomed by the excited shrieks and laughter erupting from my former co-workers as they noticed me. "Oh my god, Nat
NATALIA'S POVMy head ached, it felt like a thousand arrows were piercing through it, all at once.Groaning, I kept my eyes shut, trying to let the pain flicker away as I racked my brain for what happened. But the more I tried, the blurrier the images in my head became. Until I finally mustered up the courage to open my eyes, and when I did, it all rushed back.Leandro. His threats. Being hauled into the car and then…I slept! Who sleeps in the middle of something so serious?Breathing heavily, I panicked as I looked around my surroundings. Thoughts of my sick father reeled into my head almost immediately, doubling my panic.God, I really hope he's safe!Running definitely wasn't the best option right, I was sure Leandro probably had his men holding my father at gunpoint, ready to pull the trigger at his command.I don't know how I knew this, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that my assumptions were correct.When the door creaked open to reveal Leandro shirtless with just pants on,
Natalia's povAfter struggling for over 30minutes trying to zip up the white dress I picked from the enormous wardrobe in the room. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but frown the more over how pretty I looked with my disheveled hair and partially smudged makeup.Damnit! I'm supposed to look ugly! Not pretty! Thoughts of escaping reeled into my head, but where could I possibly escape to that Leandro won't find me? How far will I even be able to run? What about my dad?And to worsen it, he has my phone too. As disappointing as it is, it took me hours later after he had left to remember that I had my phone before he dragged me into his car.I sighed and fell back on the bed, feeling totally hopeless.A rattling from the corner of the bed made my heart stumble violently. Last I checked I was the only occupant in this room, so what's that noise I'm hearing?It sounded like someone was cutting off the wires in a signal fetcher. Suddenly a familiar voice cut through
Natalia's pov I've never wanted to disappear as badly as at when I saw the look in Leandro's face, the fleeting pain in my head suddenly becoming the least of my worries. “He was ju–” I began explaining but he shoved me aside and threw a punch at the handsome stranger in his face, multiple times. The man who looked confused as hell tried to block Leandro's punches but Leandro was swifter and faster than he was, Each blow Leandro landed on his chin had me palpitating in fear. “Please…stop” I pleaded, reaching for Leandro's arms but he shoved me aside again and shot me a very deadly glare.I swallowed and stepped back like the obedient kitten I had suddenly been subjected to. Leandro finally stopped punching him when blood started splattering out of his nose and mouth. “Get yourself another pussy to run your mouth to, this one's taken already!!” Leandro snarled before stalking away from the man whose face was partly covered in blood, pulling me along with him to god knows where.
LEANDRO'S POVStay calm Leandro. Stay calmThe voice in my head repeated over and over again as I made my way out of the room.Smoke curled in the air when I permed out a cigar from my breast pocket and litted it up. I picked it up between my fingers to my lips and inhaled a few drags.I almost lost control with Natalia, I let her stupid fucking A-list body get to me. Her fear at first which later materialized into sheer confidence had me piqued, the intensity in her deep almond blue eyes when they stared at me made my dick harden.Damnit! It was meant to be a torture session, I was supposed to torture her, not enjoy the sight of her plump breasts and crave to hear what her moans sounded like.It took a lot of restraint not to spread her thighs wide apart, ram my dick into her pussy and watch her pussy getting filled with my….Fuck! Get it together Leandro! I shook away the very thoughts that threatened to destroy my plans of breaking her. It's barely a day and she's already causing
NATALIA'S POVIt's been over hours and I still couldn't get over the steamy encounter I had with Leandro.After he had left me to deal with my horniness, I stayed for over 30 minutes still strapped to the table because he clearly didn't remember to unstrap me.It wasn't until I felt my body relax before I finally had the strength to call for help without sounding like a kitten. And guess who came to the rescue so fast?The same man I spoke to in the wedding hall, against Leandro's orders.I couldn't even look into his face, all through the period where he was taking off the straps from my hands and legs, my eyes were shut tightly. It wasn't until I felt him lift me off the table that I finally decided to open them and when I did, he was already at the door.“Where's your room?” That was the only thing I heard him say, at that point I was forced to stare at him and when I did, I noticed a glint of displeasure etched on his face.Who or what he was displeased at, I had no fucking idea.
NATALIA'S POVCandy quickly shoved me inside a box I hadn't realized was a wardrobe until I was inside. Immediately she banged the wardrobe door shut, I heard Giovanni's screams thunder inside the room, I couldn't resist not creaking the door open, slightly, to watch what was going to happen.“Madonna!” He cursed. “What happened to your faces?!”I couldn't see Candy, Desiree or Jasmine’s faces clearly but I was pretty sure they would be terrified. And I wouldn't judge or blame them for that, I was once a victim after all.“W-we had a little problem w-with…” Desiree stammered out.“With what?!” Giovanni cut in, “huh? What stupid explanation do all three of you have looking like Egyptian mummies?”“T-the makeup, sir Giovanni, the mak–” Jasmine answered, her voice was shaky but then it suddenly trailed off which I assumed was out of fear because Giovanni had started advancing towards her. I felt my blood boil to over a thousand degrees as the thought of Giovanni laying his sick hands on