THE DANGEROUSLY SEXY MAFIA KING’S WIFE

CHAPTER 3

By the time the movie was done, the girls were already tipsy, four bottles of alcohol down their throats each. They stood up, going to take showers in their private bathrooms. I stood ironing all their dresses as they had instructed and when done I went to take a shower myself in the spare bathroom. They had offered me some toiletries because they wanted me to bath with their fancy soaps and oils which made my skin silky.

My heart drummed, feeling so nervous, but did as told. My skin was oiled in what felt like melted pearls. I had never seen such expensive oils that made my body glow. I then sat down and the girls worked on my makeup. My hair was touched up and I was ready to go. I slipped in my dress, the girls laughing so loudly. They were barely even able to stand. I watched quietly from my corner and wondered if they drank every night before going out so they could handle what happened at those parties. I wondered if I should be drinking too, because I did not know what would happen to me.

I sat watching as they did their own make-up. They were so skilled because the difference was grand and I could not tear my eyes away as I wondered on the art they were working on. I knew it would take some time for me to learn the skill, so many things applied and the result was worth it.

Dresses were slipped on and they looked like goddesses, I swear. Their heels were pulled on, the perfumes sprayed in the air before it fell on them, with them waiting for it to rain on them. It was as if I was watching another movie, so enticed, learning all I could.

They picked up their tiny bags which could not even hold their phones, so why carry it if you cannot use it? I wondered, yet knew they knew these things better, which had me take notes for my future self. I had loved watching Becka get ready to go out, yet it had never been that excessive.

“Let’s go guys, we are late already, it’s eleven and our cab is waiting.” Charlotte said, walking from room to room to drag all the others out. They all walked out, like Charlie’s angels on steroids. I smiled, slipping out of my own chair, feeling my heart drum.

The lights were turned off as we walked out and the door locked. We walked down to the elevator which took us to the first floor of the building. I was trying so hard not to break a leg with the heels I was wearing. Just when I thought I had figured it out, my foot bent over and I gasped. I got myself together, seeing that none of the girls had seen me, so I walked on to catch up to them. The cab was waiting as said, the weather cool and sky clear of any clouds. It was dark though, the moon hiding away and waiting for its time to start growing again.

I slipped in after Jane, who seemed to always be the last to get things or even when they were walking.

The door closed behind me, the cab moving as everyone settled down. No one talked and I was happy about that because I had time to get my nerves under control. I also had time to think of my plans for different occasions that could happen.

I was so nervous I wanted to throw up but bit my tongue instead to steady myself.

“You do not open your mouth in there Thyra, do you hear me, just keep your head down and you will be fine.” Charlotte said, with me nodding my head.

“I thought we were just going to a party.” I said, mocking her in a way. It was amazing how clueless they thought I was.

“Just do as told.” She said back sternly, nodding my head. I would do so.

The car slowed down and I was left perplexed while I opened the door and slipped out. There was nothing but closed clothing shops all around and high end restaurants. There was just no sign of a club. The other girls slipped out of the cab, all standing up straight and tall. I was waiting, my eyes moving from every corner, taking my surroundings. There was no one around, no cars seen. There was just a security guard at the other end of the street who was sleeping, I had to say. I also noticed that all the shops had no surveillance outside. A chill went down my spine, my anxiety peaking up. The sound of heels snapped me out of it, hugging my body and following as we walked into a dark alley where surely we would get murdered. We walked through to the other side, turned and took another alley but we did not go all the way.

Alexia stood in front of a door that I would not have seen really with how dark it was. She knocked on the door, the loud knock nearly having me jump. I stepped closer to Jane. If we were dying there, I would not be the first to go down.

The door swung open and, to my surprise, I thought some light would shine through but nothing.

Alexia walked in, followed by the other girls, then myself. I walked past the large bulky man but he suddenly grabbed my arm so roughly in the dark entry way having me jump with fear.

“Phone.” He said harshly as the others turned to stare at me.

“Leave your phone there Thyra,” Jane said.

“I don’t have a phone,” I said and I could feel the bulging man staring at me as if I was crazy. His hand eased away before his hands began patting me. I stood frozen, feeling violated in so many ways. My eyes shut closed, hoping he would not go up my things and luckily for me, he stopped just at my knees before grunting, which I took as a go ahead. I did not have to be told twice, stumbling away as fast as I could.

The girls were already walking away, chatting to themselves. I followed, still shocked to no end, the feeling of that man’s hands still on me, making me so uncomfortable, especially because the dress I was wearing was just way too short. I had never worn anything that was revealing. I had never even worn shorts in my life and the dress was just testing the limits of nakedness.

Our heels clicked, walking through another door where two large men in suits stood guard. My heart drummed, what kind of club was this? The lights were dim, so dim you could barely see anyone there. I could hear laughter, tobacco smells and smoke filling the air, with the smoke having me nearly choke. I coughed, my eyes wide.

I knew it was going to be bad but suddenly I was scared. What kind of men were these girls dating?

There were little to no girls at all, which was alarming itself. I saw four girls besides us. The girls were sitting and drinking on their own, yet I could see that they were with the men that were just sitting a couch away from them. The very masculine man with a bald head would look over at them now and again and just as he stared, he raised his hand to the guy at the bar and pointed to the girls. The barman ran as if the bar was on fire, holding a bottle of wine and bringing it to the girls, who giggled and smiled at the man. I wanted to look away but could not. I just kept looking as the wine was poured, the girls toasting something before drinking. On their table they had strawberries with chocolates. They sat as if they owned the place. Their dresses were something else, the diamonds they were wearing so expensive, you could tell just miles away by how they shined as if polished every day. Their dresses were short yet not as short as mine or the other three girls I was with. All the men in the club would stare at them now and again. They were pretty, I would not lie and they looked so elegant.

My head suddenly snapped only to freeze because the man who had been buying the wine for them was staring at me with such intensity it had my body turn cold.

“Don’t stare at him Thyra, are you crazy?” It was Jane pulling me by my arm. The man stared as if he would kill me. I knew he would, there was something dangerous about all the men in the club. I looked away as fast as I could, yet could still feel his eyes as if killing me with his stare.

I followed the girls who split just as we approached a place I would say was the main lounge area with the number of couches there. Jane went and sat next to an old man that looked like he would have a stroke any minute from then. I thought my heart would stop. I could not. These were the men they were seeing? I wanted to just spill my dinner out but held it in. I watched Alexia walk to the man who I guessed was Roman. He was just as old as the one Jane was scooting next to and I thought I would faint. I did not even want to see the one Charlotte was going to.

Charlotte turned around the couch and my heart hit a flat tyre with my eyes just taking the hair that seemed to be peeling off day by day, grey and old. I stood where I was because I was not ready for it. Charlotte sat down next to the man, even getting so close to him. My legs were shaking, seeing her head turn to me and she gave me the deadliest eye ever. I walked closer but still kept my distance. The couch was all full. The man took the whole couch and Charlotte herself was just forcing it. The man’s skin was wrinkled, spots everywhere, seeing him talk with such difficulty.

Heavens, whose great grandfather was this?

The man turned, seeing Charlotte, and I took a step back with the man striking Charlotte right there and then. I gasped, nearly falling, with Charlotte shocked, mouth open, gaping with her cheek turning red by the second. The man grabbed a handful of her hair and drew her even nearer to him. My head turned, staring at Alexia, who also had her eyes wide but did not say anything, just closed her mouth and looked away.

“You are late!” The old man shot out, with Charlotte whimpering.

“Now where is the girl?” He asked, pulling even harder on the hair. I wanted to run myself, seeing Charlotte’s eyes turning to me before she quickly pointed.

The man let go of her, pushing her away. His dirty old eyes took me up and down, seeing his distaste. He shifted, then did so again and it was after a whole minute that I saw that he was trying to stand up. Heavens, why wasn’t someone putting this man in a home or something? I walked closer to help but then stopped realizing what I was doing. It was a whole job to get the man to stand up. He leaned on Charlotte and I swear she nearly broke a shoulder with him leaning on it. When he was finally up, he was heaving, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he walked closer. He walked towards me and I wanted to step back. My mind was telling me to take a step back but I found myself rooted. His eyes took me in, walking around me and even that disgusted me. My face was showing it, I could not help it. The man smelled of nothing but alcohol and tobacco, his teeth surely blackened with how much he was probably smoking.

“What is this?” The man asked, referring to me. His eyes were on Charlotte. Her face went into one of utter horror.

“I could not find anyone…..else,….it…I” She could not even talk, just choking on her own words as the man got closer and closer to her.

I knew he would strike her again and my eyes wrecked for anything to use to hit him, yet even when I saw the empty bottle it dawned on me that I could not hit him. The bar was filled with men who were so dark and dangerous you just knew their career path. Even if this old man passed out, the others would kill me in a second. I just stood there, telling myself, no matter how desperate, I would never be in that situation.

“I can…you can use me…you can give me to Vladimir.” Charlotte cried out, she on her knees.

“I know I failed you, I am sorry my love, you can use me, you can use me.” She cried out and suddenly the conversation they had had came to me. Charlotte had known this would happen, she had planned for it to happen as it had, yet she had not foreseen getting beat to a pulp.

“You can have her, she is a virgin, she is smart and she can give you a good time.” She proceeded, her words leaving my legs shaking. I took a step back. The old man just grabbed her jaw.

“You stupid bìtch.” He spoke up, his hand rising, striking her. Her body fell on the floor, splattered. Horror set on me. They were selling me to this old man. I wanted to run, wanted to run and never look back. I would rather starve. I would not. I was desperate but not that much. The man took a step towards me, done with her as she whimpered on the floor, and just at that moment, the air in the club changed.

Something shifted and it was suddenly too quiet for anyone’s good.

The old man turned and I did so too, just as a circle of men who walked as if from a bond movie, such grace as if they owned the place and you could see that there was someone inside the circle but could not see past the guards guarding him or her.

My eyes pulled away to all the men in the bar, they all held their breaths. Even the girls had shut their mouths and watched with such frightened stares. Everyone was sitting at the edge of their seats, which had me wonder who these people who had just walked in were. I tore back to watch the group as they took the steps which I had not even seen there until they disappeared. Suddenly, there was a man walking towards us. My blood froze, realizing he belonged to the group that had just gone up.

“Striker, Vladimir is waiting for you.” The man said before turning and walking away. I could see a tattoo on the right side of his neck, black as if it was a bar code. My body ran cold. What had these girls got me into? What had I got myself into?

Dread washed over me, yet still I swallowed and blinked as the old man grabbed my arm.

“You stupid, stupid b*tch will have me killed. Come.” He said, dragging me with him, bending over to take a briefcase, then began walking. My eyes ran to Jane and Alexia who were mouthing over and over for me to go, their faces just as pale as mine with all the blood having drained from them.

My whole body shook yet I bit my tongue and refocused all my senses on the pain. Fear was going to be my death in this place. I had to hold my head high and improvise as I went through it all.

The man was sweating and heaving and we had not even reached the steps. His hand slipped from my arm and he placed his whole arm on my shoulders as we began walking up. I took a deep breath, holding onto him as we walked up, but what could I help him with? I was barely bones and skin myself.

It took forever and I saw that he was panicking. Just the fear in his eyes told me that he was scared shìtless of the person who had just called him. If he was scared, then what about me? He was just about to hand me over to this Vladimir person to use.

Over my dead body.

I walked up and finally finished the flight of steps. I thought the old man would faint, Striker they had called him. I felt like he would collapse, so I stared at him in concern and the moment he realized my actions he pushed me away, cursing. You would really laugh. I stood waiting for him to get his act together before he proceeded to walk onto the floor, which was a large lounge, I realised.

The room had its own bar and bartender, there were black-tuffed leather couches here and there, but besides that there was nothing else.

My eyes would get me killed, I swear, wafting through the room, seeing the men in black suits standing at each corner of the room. It looked as if they did not even blink. Were they even breathing?

My heart drummed for I knew there was a large chance I would not walk out of there alive. They would carry me out in a body bag. A man came and searched us for any weapons before stepping aside and mentioning us to walk in. I was right next to Striker, putting much distance between him and I because I did not trust anyone in that room.

A man came and gestured for us to sit on the couch. I watched as Striker sat on a two-seater couch and he nearly took all of it. I went and sat in another one before he could even call me next to him. I wanted to be able to run if I needed to, without someone grabbing my hand easily and holding me down. My eyes went to each wall, looking for any extra exists and as I stared at a door my heart nearly stopped as it opened and out walked a man whom had my mind paralyzed for a second. I just stared at him, our eyes locked, not able to look away. What was wrong with me? Snap out of it! I screamed at myself but nothing. I just stared so hard, my face blank yet having such a tornado in my mind. The man was the one who tore away his eyes as he turned to close the door behind him and walk out.

He was wearing a dark t-shirt with black jeans and black sneakers. Was he the boss? I did not even have to ask. He carried himself as if he owned the world, walking as if walking on top of air. He had a certain grace to him which one could only get from birth. My eyes wrecked his body without fear and shame at all. Someone help me for I had lost my manners and it seemed I did not care. The man’s head turned to me again and as before, his eyes found mine. A smirk stretched on his face, his eyebrows raised.

His eyes snapped away only for him to stare at Striker who was sweating buckets, I swear. What had he done? I wondered, sitting back on my couch all of a sudden as if I was in my room. My nerves danced away, leaving nothing, not even fear behind.

The man stared at Striker with seconds ticking away and the more he stared, the more Striker shrunk and shook, his body as if to burst. He was torturing the old man so much I nearly begged for him to stop before Striker fainted. The man’s eyes then averted away as he walked and sat on a couch that was just opposite mine. He flickered a hand and I watched in wonder as a glass of whiskey was soon slipped into his hand. He wrapped those long fingers around it, seeing them thin and long yet sure they were tough as steel. The glass was brought to his lips, drowning the liquid away before holding back the glass which they took and replaced it with another one. I thought he would drown it but he suddenly lowered it to the tiny table just next to his couch. He placed it down before turning and to my utter horror, he just stared right at me.

I had been shamelessly watching.

Why!

Why did I want to die?!

I could not tear my eyes away.

The man had the most handsome face I had ever seen, his jaw was tight, his neck long and so enticing. It had me take in a breath, daring to even lower my eyes to his chest. Could I dare? Could I dare look?

There was something about him that irked me. There was something about him that suddenly had me shift in my seat. He was so gorgeous, I would think he was a God having fallen from heaven. His short silky hair just had my hands itch to run them through it. I felt like it was calling for me to, I felt like his whole being was calling for me to walk over and sit on those thighs, straddle him and claim his lips. What was happening?

The more we stared at each other, the more the room seemed to disappear. I had no shame at all, just taking him in as if he was mine to stare at. It seemed to amuse him though, as his smirk grew with each second that passed.

His eyes suddenly snapped from mine, those golden orbs that called for me, they were so beautiful, as if the sun shining from them.

I followed him as he turned, picking up his glass. His eyes came to me again as I watched with intrigue. Was he going to drink that one too? He really wanted to get drunk fast, I guess, but suddenly he shifted to the edge of his seat, his arm stretching out to me. My eyes moved from his eyes to his hand, seeing the glass full to the brim with whisky. It was darker than his eyes, the smell already hitting my nostrils. I shook my head where I was, swallowing.

“Thank you, but I do not drink,” I said politely as he raised an eyebrow.

The man sat frozen before his head turned to the side, seeming to analyse me as if he could not understand something.

“Take.” He said again, with me staring at him, then at the glass again.

“Thank you sir, but I do not consume alcohol.” I said to him as I saw that my words were bothering him. He seemed to be in thought.

“You refuse me?” He asked, his voice having me shift uncomfortably. It was thick with his Russian accent. He seemed not to be a man of many words and I don’t know why, but I found that sexy in a way.

“No sir, I do not think you would want me to accept anything that would make me unwell after drinking it. I could take it just to appease you, but that would be a waste, since I know you would enjoy it, where I would just stare at it.” I said, crossing my leg over the other. I did not know what got into me, my eyes holding him captive.

“Staring me at the eyes will get you killed.” He spoke, surely English not his first language.

I sucked in a breath, leaning my arm on my knee with my upper body shifting forward.

“Sorry, I did not know that staring at you in the eyes would be a crime.” I said, still staring at him in the eyes. I don’t know why, but I wanted to tick him off, wanted to just tease him a little, but was I crazy? Did I smoke something or what? I did not know but I was having too much fun to back down.

I heard the man chuckle only to hear a hiss which had me turn to Striker, who was covered in nothing but sweat, looking red as if he would bleed, his eyes wide, staring at me with his mouth moving yet no words slipped out.

I turned my head back to the man who had my whole body buzzing, his eyes having never left my body, still waiting for me to stare back at him so our eyes could lock once again.

I licked my lips, tasting the sweet lipstick which made them crimson as if they would bleed. I watched him follow the movement, a smirk gracing my face before I watched his eyes go even lower, staring at my boobs, which, I sure knew were pushed out. His eyes slid up, staring back at me to settle on my eyes.

A movement dared to pull my eyes away but I held on with him, bringing the glass to his lips, the liquid slipping in as he took a sip. His eyes stayed on me, not moving them away, as if daring me to do something. I felt like I was on fire, the smirk on my face turning to a smile as I watched him watch me. He placed the glass away, eyes still on me. He was trying to read me and I was trying to read him, but it seemed we were both having difficulty as his brows furrowed.

He sat back, swallowing before snapping his eyes away from me. His hand flickered at the guy on the right corner. The man rushed to him and stood just behind him. Vladimir, I guess, held out his palm and the man soon placed his handgun on the palm before walking away. I stared and I won’t lie, my heart drummed in dread, yet still I sat there, not giving anything away. I don’t know why but I knew there was no way I was leaving out of there in a body bag. I watched him as he watched me while placing the gun right next to him. He seemed to be confused as I stared back at him, not sure what I was feeling.

He chuckled before turning his head to the side and stared at Striker, who I swear, would pee himself. Striker quickly opened the briefcase he was holding and the air was knocked out of me as I stared at four plates of gold. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

“Sir, please accept these gold plates. I swear I did not know the Torres family was under your protection. It was just a misunderstanding sir, it will never happen again.” Striker begged, with Vladimir, picking up his gun and feeling its weight in his hand. Striker saw that his gift was doing nothing for him. The man slipped on his knees, begging with his shirt wet from sweat.

“You can also have her. She is a virgin, very smart and beautiful. Please sir, I have a family, I have a wife and kids, please sir.” The words rang out from the old man as they had with Charlotte, his eyes moving to me, then Vladimir, who turned to stare at me.

“I am not his to give. The only person who can give you me is me and no one else.” I said calmly, turning to stare at Striker, who stared back at me with such hate I thought his eyes would kill me. But I was right, wasn’t I? He was not my parent, he was not even my friend for him to just give me over to someone else. Even if he was any of those people in my life, he still did not have the right.

Vladimir stared at me before raising his arm. I knew it would happen, I knew he would do it, but I would never be prepared for it. The gun went off, blood splattering everywhere as my eyes closed shut. My heart beat so hard as if Vladimir had killed me. My whole body shook yet I knew I had to act fast, I knew I had to get myself together. My eyes opened, finding a pair of gold orbs staring at me. I dared turn my head to look at the old man only to nearly vomit everything that was in my stomach. I felt it turn, the urge to cry there, yet no tears. My body shook uncontrollably and I tried to bring it steady as I stared at the old man whose eyes were clouded, a tear falling from his eye, with the grim reaper having taken his soul and drifted away with it.

“There is nothing that will help you get out of this room breathing.” The words came, a chill running down my spine as I sat frozen.