THE END OF THE WORLD WITH YOU MR MAFIA

CHAPTER ONE

 (Tiana's POV)

 I'm standing in front of a mirror in the dressing room, staring at my half-naked dress as usual. Ohhh, how much I wanna stop doing this, but I need money to clear up the loan I took to pay for my grandmother's hospital bills and funeral. Now grandma is no more, and I'm all alone because I know my mom won't ever come back home because of me. She didn't even come when her own mother was sick, nor did she come when I called to tell her mother died.

 “Hey girl.” My colleague called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.

 “Hi” I said, almost whispering

“Cheer up, girl” the manager wants to see you; he has a really nice job for you tonight; you're gonna make cool cash, just that you might lose your pretty virginity.” She said smiling as she walked out of the room while I walked behind her.

 “Good evening, sir.” I greeted bowing to my manager.

 “Ohh Tiana, we have a VIP here, and I want you to keep him company and entertain him tonight, he will pay you really good. just make sure to please him. You can go meet him in the VIP room; don't disappoint me.”

 “Okay, sir” I bowed before leaving the manager's office to go to the said VIP room.

 My jaw dropped as I freeze in shock at the sight in front of me: the supposed VIP client I'm to entertain just got murdered by an assassin who is dressed up like a strip dancer. I'm hiding well behind the large curtains, making sure the assassin doesn't see me. I only came out after she took something from the man's suitcase and fled through the windows. Coming out to check if the man is still alive, I heard the doorknob it seems he got company. Before I could think of what next, knowing I have no evidence to prove I'm not the murderer since the VIP room doesn't have cameras, an able- bodied man came inside the room, and I didn't think twice before running out of the room through the back exit, running along the hallway. I looked back to see I'm being chased by three or four men; I didn't have time to take note of their numbers. I took the elevator from the 5th floor to the 3rd floor and quickly ran into a random room the moment the elevator stopped. trying to catch my breath, I noticed there's a man in the room. Before I could apologise for barging into his room, he pulled me closer to himself in one go and forced me to sit as he started trying to draw something on my exposed lap. I tried to speak, but my words failed me. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, more like banging. He covered my upper body with his jacket before answering the door. “I'm a tattoo artist, and there's no other one here other than my client.” I heard him say to the person at the door before closing the door and walked back to where I was still sitting, unable to move.

“Why did you help me?” I asked, almost stammering.

“Baby girl, don't you think "thank you" should come first before a question?” he said calmly as he sat opposite me and continued drawing on my lap. Ahhh, I screamed in pain as I tried to protest.

 “Stay still.” He said in a commanding tone, and to my own surprise I obeyed.

 “Thank you,” I said, but I got no reply from him. “For saving me” I said again after some time