The Mafia's Bride

Hiding or Coming out?

"What are we doing at a mall?" I sighed as I stepped out of the car.

"We're gonna get you all fixed up." Nico pointed at my hair.

"What's wrong with my hair?" It was one of the few things I liked about myself.

"When was the last time it was trimmed?"

I couldn't say anything because it was too embarrassing.

"Dad! please!" Eight year old me screamed and cried as he hacked off hunks of my hair with his hunting knife.

"No, I will not have a daughter with disgusting nits. No hair, no nits!"

"Well, in that case, we'll get that done first." Nico led the way.

***

By the end of the day, I'd had my hair cup up to my shoulders, and they added highlights. They also shaped and tinted my eyebrows and added semi permanent eyelash extensions along with acrylic nails and new sets of costumes just for me.

"Let's hear back now."

I followed Nico back to the car and got i sitting next to him in the front seat. I felt weird. The feeling of weirdness changed to panic when I realised we were going the wrong way.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"I decided that since you have nowhere to stay, you can stay with me. Plus, I'll be able to keep a tighter leash that way and continue training."

"Oh, so I'm your b***h?" I stare through the windshield.

Just when I thought he was being nice.

"If that's how you want to look at it." He shrugged as we pulled into a underground garage.

He lived in the pent house, obviously. As we walked in I was overwhelmed with the sheer greatness of everything. All the shiny surfaces, glass, marble and graphite. All the areas so huge and empty. The lounge and kitchen were open and together the size of my entire house back home with dad.

"You can have the guest room, next to mine." Nico walked down a hallway, I followed behind. Meek and obedient.

He opened the door for me, showing off a giant bed with matching beside tables on each side, a plush black fur rug in the middle of the room, and two doors on the left wall.

"In there is the bathroom," he pointed to the furthest door, "And that one's the wardrobe. I want you to get dresses up in one of your costumes and come out to the lounge room."

"Why?"

"For training, remember?" He closed the door and left me to dress.

I walked back out wearing a white sequined dress, made from a single piece of fabric. With a very, very low dip at the back and the front, it barely covered anything. Held together at the neck with a dainty silver chain.

I wobbled a little on the heels as I made my way to the lounge room.

"Nice, Now step up to the pool." Nico pressed a button on a remote and a pole decended from the ceiling.

I began twirling around the pole, more flirtatious than sexy.

"More hips and t**s," Nico speaks over the music.

I rolled my eyes and began to pretty much hump the pole in time to the beat while fitting in a few twirls and footwork.

Suddenly, the music paused, I looked up at nico to find him watching me with a calculating eye.

"I want you to give me a lap dance now." He demanded.

"Seriously?" I sighed.

"Yes, seriously, lap dances bring in more money than pole dancing at a distance." He raised a brow, challenging me.

"Whatever," I mumbled and stepped towards him. He resumed the music.

I leant forward, holding my t**s in front of his face before turning around and sitting in his lap.

"You're not doing it right," Nico grabbed onto my hips, "Move here, roll your hips back, not your whole body."

Before long I'd lost myself to the music and was actually enjoying myself.

But I became increasingly aware of him hardening beneath me. At first I a wasn't sure, but after a minute or two it was blatantly obvious. I stood up and turned away from him, my face red. I'd never felt a man like that before.

"Why'd you stop?" He glowered.

"Because you're...You're..." I fumbled.

"What? because I'm hard?" he scoffed.

"You'll have to get used to that and probably more, especially with the younger boys that'll come in."

"I'm suppose to keep going?" I gasped and turned back to look at him.

"Yeah, until the customer gets what he's paid for, you keep going."

"I'm really tired, can I have a break?" I begged.

"Fine, you're done for tonight. Since you're so tired I'll have your dinner sent to your room. Leave."

I sulked back to my room like a child.

I threw myself onto the bed and grudgingly realised how comfy it was. Which somehow made me even more pissed off.

I unbuckled the heels I was wearing and kicked them off, a bit harder than I thought. I accidentally put a dent in the wall.

"Whatever," I mumbled to myself. I couldn't have given less f***s in that moment.

***

"Get up, it's time for more training," Nico pulled the blankets from me to wake me up, "And you'll be wearing this outfit today," He chucked a small pile of clothes next to me.

I got up and stumbled into the shower.

Turning it on, I stood beneath the hot water and let it soak me through. I wanted so badly to just lay down and go back to sleep. I wished I could just sleep till everything got better somehow.

"You've been in the shower for thirty minutes."

I gasped and turned away from Nico, who stood right next to me, glaring.

"Well, leave me alone so I can get dressed then!" I yelled over my shoulder as I held my hands over my boobs. It was the last bit of dignity I had.

"If you take another half an hour, you'll be dancing naked!" he warned and stormed out of the bathroom.

As soon as he left, I dried myself off and put on the outfit. It was a black lacey bra and thong that were pretty much see-through. The shoes he'd also chosen were thigh-high boots.

"Nice, this will be your regular dancing costume." Nico decided as I walked across the room towards him. I was a little more confident with each step.

"So, do you want me to use the pole?" I stepped up to it.

"I want to see you on the pole for about six songs and then a couple of lap dances. I expect improvement from yesterday."

I moved to the music he played. I wrapped my legs around the 5 out my chest and let my hair fall back.

Nico stood up and walked around me as I continued, presumably watching my form.

Until I felt his large firm hand on my butt.

"Roll your hips back to this all off," I did as he said, and he nodded his approval, "Now, point your toes a little more, keep your chin up." he directed my face with his hand, forcing me to look into his dark chocolate eyes.

"Stop," he commanded, and I held still.

I waited for his next command as I stared into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel like there was internal conflict within Nico. He seemed undecided.

"You can work on your lap dances now." He changed his mind and sat down on his couch again.

This time, I kept going even though I felt him hard as a rock, beneath me.

Turning around, I faced him and shoved my cleavage in his face. He grinned happily, I noticed his hand twitch as though he wanted to do something.