The Mafia's Bride

Kitty

"You can't just take a person!" I screamed at the man before me.

"What's her name?" The man turned to my father.

"Kat, Katherine, after my mother." Dad spoke.

"Well, kat," the man looked me up and down, I was still in my waitress uniform, "I can, just take people, and I'm taking you. Until your father pays me back the fifty grand he owes me."

"Fifty grand!" I gaped at dad as he turned his head away from me, ashamed of himself.

"Yeah, I don't think he'll be seeing you again any time soon." the man chuckled. A man stood behind me, holding my arms behind my back. He shoved me forward, roughly prompting me to walk.

Tears streamed down my face as I followed the head man outside my little house. the place I grew up, it might’ve been falling apart, but it was home. And all of a sudden, I didn't know if I'd ever see it again.

I was stuffed into the SUV with the man. He looked at me, smirking when he realised my top button had bust open from having my shoulders pulled back.

I hissed and spat at him, "Don't you DARE touch me, you animal!"

"You can call me nico, actually." He smirked, "And I think we'll change your name to Kitty. It sounds more sexy than Katherine."

"My name doesn't need to be sexy." I glared.

"Yes, it does. Because you'll be working at my most famous strip club and Daddy pays me back." He drawled.

"I don't know how to dance," I sighed.

"You can be a massuse or waitress... or both." he shrugged carelessly, "Or, if you're willing, I can get one of the girls to teach you." He offered.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. There was no way in hell I'd be able to get up on a stage and dance around a pole.

***

"Here, try these on," Candy handed me a leather bra and matching skirt. However, the skirt was so short that it covered nothing, so it also came with a black leather thong.

I walked out, pulling at the hem of the sorry excuse for a skirt.

"Perfect!" Candy turned a chair around, "Sit down, and I'll show you how to do your make-up. You can lend mine till you get your own."

She drew on thick cat eye liner and gave me cherry red lips, "Have have quite plump lips, do you have fillers?" she asked.

"No, just genetics, I guess."

After finishing my face, she led me out onto the dance floor. It was ten in the morning, so no one was there yet.

"Follow my lead," Candy held onto the pool and swung around once, letting her toes barely touch the ground.

I disgraced the dance floor for nearly six hours before Candy said it was time to stop.

When I looked up, I realised Nico was sitting in the audience watching. A bright red blush ran across my fave, not that anyone would notice under all the makeup I had on.

"You're doing quite well, considering it's your first time." He smirked.

"Yeah, well, it's not like you gave me much choice." I wobbled down to the bar and got a drink of water.

A slap to my behind knocked me right over, and I flailed, trying to grab onto something.

"Sorry!" He laughed and went to help me up, "I couldn't help myself." he chuckled.

I slapped his hand away and got back up on my own, tears spilt down my face, ruining my make up.

the stupid heels made it impossible for me to even attempt to run away so I sulked back to the changing rooms. the girls for tonight were sitting in there in front of their mirrors, chatting while getting ready.

I went past them to the cubicles and hid in one of them.

"Out!" Nico's voice commanded and the sound of heels slowly dissipated until the room was silent.

"Kitty, come out. Please." he added with a sigh.

I stood up and attempted to wipe my face, but I knew it looked worse.

"Look, I'm sorry, I want to take you shopping and set you up." He came around the corner and stood in front of me.

"I have nothing to wear," I sobbed.

"There would be something in the wardrobe over there. When you're cleaned up and dressed come out to the bar.

I picked out the longest dress I could find which was a black slip dress that just reached my mid thighs. Then I grabbed a long fur mink coat and put that on too. The lowest heels I could find were some red stilettos so I ended up wearing those too.

I pulled my hair out and gave it a quick brush before I washed my face and just applied light make-up this time.

When I walked back out I noticed Nico looking at me differently.

"What? do I like bad?" I worried

"No, you look fine." He gestured for me to follow him