Elijah Fiorensco

It had been a long year, chasing the Europeans. They never stopped hiding, and we never stopped chasing. Trust me, wherever the fuck they were, we would fish them out.

Looking back, I realized how much I had changed in just one year. Mafia lord, drug dealer, killer, illegal weapons trader-too many sinful acts to count.

"We should go to the club tonight. A spy has some information," Maxwell said as he entered. He was an older brother from another mother.

"Yeah... I need to cool my head too," I replied slowly, changing out of my black shirt.

The club was more lively than ever tonight-brighter, louder, and more crowded. I had been running it since I was sixteen. There was always something amusing about watching people release their sinful sides.

But this club wasn't as interesting as the underground one.

That place was darker. Secretive. A part of the club casual people didn't know about-not even the government. It was filled mostly with mafia lords, politicians, and men who controlled cities with a snap of their fingers.

I entered through the stairs, landing in the top room. From there, I could watch the underground club clearly and even catch glimpses of the strip club on the other side.

I sipped my bourbon, watching a threesome beneath me. Two men took turns fucking her while the third banged her from behind. I smirked slightly at her struggle to cum.

My eyes moved around, scanning the room, watching for spies or anything unusual.

That was when I saw her.

She looked strange... and scared. Definitely new here.

Apart from the fact that she was beautiful, her body was dangerously attractive. She wore little to nothing. Her upper breasts were very visible, her ass round and perfectly shaped. Every curve of her body was accentuated flawlessly.

I felt a sudden stiffness in my crotch, which was unusual for me.

Men were already throwing her lustful gazes, and it irritated me more than it should have. My eyes followed her every step until she finally stopped at the stripper's stage.

I stiffened.

"Stripper?"

No fucking way was I watching her perform for those motherfuckers.

I dropped my glass of bourbon and hurried downstairs, grabbing my phone.

"Kelly, close the strip club for the day!" I yelled before hanging up.

"And bring the new lady on the stage to the underground club. Now."

I returned to the top room and watched as she struggled against Kelly.

"Interesting," I smirked, sipping my bourbon again.

It didn't take long before they brought her to me.

"Let me go, you bitches!" she struggled, fighting against their grip.

"Leave her," I said coldly, motioning for their dismissal.

They stepped away immediately.

"Hi, sexy little thing..." I crouched slightly to her height.

She didn't respond. She was lost, drooling as she stared at me, admiring every feature of my face.

I smirked, enjoying the effect I had on her.

"When you're done, let me know," I said, staring deeply into her eyes.

"I... I did nothing," she stammered.

"Instead of dancing with the pole, how about I dip the pole in your hole?" I said darkly, caressing her smooth face.

"You... you should let me go," she said, turning her face away.

"Elijah," I said calmly. "That's my name. And I'll let you go only if you dance for me."

"You're really tempting me in this little outfit of yours, little thing," I muttered slowly, my fingers brushing her exposed breasts.

Her body flinched immediately.

"You have no idea how many things I want to do to you," I whispered, applying pressure and gently squeezing.

She moaned softly. "Oh... please, let me go..." She tried to move away.

"Then dance for me," I said, stepping closer. "Or I continue... and you'll obviously love it."

She kept stepping back until her body hit the wall.

"Okay... fine. I'll dance," she said finally.

"Good girl," I laughed.

"Come closer, baby," I commanded, gently tugging her toward me.

"Take off your clothes," I said softly.

"What?!" she gasped in shock.

Ariana Moreno

"What?!"

I was far beyond shocked. Strip naked? I had never even worn something like this before in all my twenty-one years. Now... completely naked?

From the moment my eyes landed on him, I knew he was dangerous. The kind of man I should run away from immediately. But how?

Stupidly, I found myself strangely attracted to him. His face was sharp and well defined, every feature fitting together in perfect balance. His chest was wide and strong, tattoos staining his porcelain skin.

I knew right then that I was doomed-because who the fuck feels attraction toward someone they're supposed to be afraid of?

I was still standing there in shock, trying to figure out what to do or say, when my gaze drifted downward.

That was when I realized something terrifying.

I had been standing in a top room the entire time.

And what the fuck was happening underground?

Was that... live sex?

Women walked around completely naked. A threesome. A foursome. Girls fucking themselves openly. Men watching, touching, taking turns.

This was hell.

I had never seen anything like this before-not even in movies.

He walked closer to me again, and I couldn't move anymore. My back hit the wall.

"Little thing is distracted by the underground club," he murmured dangerously close to my ear. "Would you like to join them too? Or maybe try those acts yourself?"

"No..." I muttered immediately.

"You're not taking off your clothes and dancing?" he reminded, his fingers already reaching for the tiny piece of fabric holding my breasts.

One thing I had noticed about him-he was impatient.

"I'll do it... myself," I said quickly, grabbing his hand.

But it was too late.

My breasts bounced free, fully exposed.

I gasped and covered myself immediately.

"You should stop this!" I yelled.

"You do not raise your voice at me!" he yelled back, pinning my hands against the wall.

My breasts were completely naked to his gaze now, with no way to hide them.

"You can't hide anything from me, little thing," he said slowly. "I own it now."

He lowered his head and kissed my nipples softly.

As much as I hated to admit it, I enjoyed every touch. A spark shot through my body, my skin reacting to him against my will.

He fondled my breasts, his hands roaming freely, setting my body on fire.

This was wrong.

It had to stop.

But how?

He suddenly lifted me into his arms in a bridal style and laid me flat on the table.

"It needs to stop when your body reacts like this?" he asked, taking one of my breasts into his mouth.

I moaned despite myself.

"Oh... Elijah," I whispered, my fingers sliding into his hair.

He continued touching me everywhere until his hand reached my panties. He teased me slowly, deliberately, before finally touching me.

My body flinched and I grabbed his wrist.

"Oh..." I moaned again.

"This is the first time someone is doing this to you?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

I nodded.

"Wait..." He paused and pulled back slightly. "You're a virgin?"

He moved away from me completely.

Strangely, disappointment settled in my chest.

He stood there watching me for a moment before helping me off the table. He picked up a jacket from the chair and slipped it over my body. It was long enough to reach my knees.

"Listen, little thing," he said calmly. "I'm not a good man. Fuck that-I'm not even close to being one."

He met my eyes.

"So I'm letting you go now. My guards will escort you home safely. And listen to me carefully-do not come here again."

His tone hardened.

"Bad people fill this place. People who would do things to you you've never experienced before. Including me. And if our paths cross again... I won't resist."

He bent down and kissed me gently.

I couldn't say a word. I just stared at him, my eyes wide and innocent.

To be honest... it wasn't just him.

I wanted it too.

He summoned his guards.

"She must not get hurt," he ordered coldly.

They bowed.

I waved at him slightly, and he smirked.

I followed the bodyguards out of the room.

I should have been relieved. I should have been happy he let me go.

So why did I feel empty?

Why did I feel... lost?

I entered the car they had prepared and glanced back at the club one last time.

So much had happened in one night.

And now...

The plan had changed.

Ariana Moreno

I opened my purse and brought out the cash the manager had paid me before I went on stage. The plan was to balance everything after I performed.

Four hundred thousand dollars.

It would at least renew some of my mother's medicines. Now that everything had been cleared, I knew I couldn't go back to the club again. I had to find another means.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up and wipe off my makeup. His teeth marks were still evident on my breasts, his cologne filling my lungs as memories of everything he had done to my body flooded my mind.

I spent hours touching myself, unable to get the scenes and sensations out of my head.

After a while, I finally cleaned up, changed into a proper gown, and lay down on the bed. It had been a long night.

I woke up very early the next morning, dressed up, and headed to the hospital. I shoved the cash deep inside my purse.

On getting there, I went straight to the room where my mother was admitted.

"Mommy..." I whispered softly, pecking her forehead.

"She's slowly gaining consciousness," John said as he entered, a food flask in his hand. He had been taking care of her while I was at the club, moaning beneath a dangerous man.

A sharp pang of guilt hit my chest.

"Thank you so much, John," I said softly, hugging him one-sidedly. "I don't know how things would turn out without you."

"It's okay," he replied. "Where have you been since yesterday, Rina?" he asked, his gaze questioning.

I brought out the purse containing the money.

"I was able to gather this much," I said, handing him the cash.

He collected it and counted carefully.

"This isn't even half of my wages," he said slowly. "How were you able to get this much money?"

I knew John wouldn't stop questioning. I could see suspicion-and hurt-in his eyes.

It wasn't a secret that he had feelings for me since we were young. I had ignored it all these years because I wasn't ready for a romantic relationship. Jealousy and suspicion were inevitable.

"Calm down, John," I said gently. "I didn't get it through the means you're thinking."

I paused before continuing. "You know I've always been good with computers since school. I worked as a cyber hacker for a billionaire yesterday."

I had to lie.

"Really?" he asked. "You know we can still find other ways to get the money. I applied for a loan yesterday, but it was declined because the collateral wasn't enough. But there are still other sources."

He grabbed my shoulders firmly.

"Yes, I know," I said, holding his hands. "Don't worry about the money, John. I'll handle that part. I just need you to stand by me and take care of my mother."

He sighed. "Alright, Rina. I'll do my part too. We can do this... we have each other's backs."

He hugged me tightly.

I went to the doctor's office and made a deposit. He updated me on my mother's condition.

Time was no longer on my side.

I stayed with her for a while, changed her clothes, and trimmed her hair. After some time, I left the hospital.

I needed space to think. I needed a better plan.

As soon as I got home, I lay down on the bed, munching on snacks. I picked up my phone again, scrolling through different business opportunities.

Then I saw a vacancy.

I clicked on it immediately.

A house helper needed.

At first, I almost ignored it. A house helper job couldn't get me fifteen million dollars even in a year.

Then I saw the payment terms.

"Five hundred thousand dollars in a week?!"

Was that even possible?

I applied immediately, filling out the registration form with my details, not caring about the location or other information I should have paid attention to.

In less than an hour, over fifteen thousand people had applied.

I hoped desperately that this would work.

After submitting the application, I lay back down. That was when I finally read the policies and details properly.

Marjorie Estate.

It was very far from my location-almost like moving to another town. The house helper would live there full-time, except on special occasions.

All day?

I had worked as a servant before, but not every single day.

The rules were strict, but I didn't care anymore.

I planned to cook a simple meal to take to the hospital when my phone suddenly buzzed.

I opened the email.

"Congratulations! You have been selected. Physical interview tomorrow at 8 a.m."

I screamed in joy.

"Oh... really?"

God was truly on my side.