The Mafias Priced Possession

•ISABELLA•

After slamming the door behind me, I rushed to the change room, took my bag from my locker, and headed towards the front entrance.

I was so angry that I wanted to push anyone who got in my way.

I wasn't in the mood to ask people to get out of my way, especially now that the club was getting crowded, and people were already drunk.

I bumped shoulders with people who were coming inside and those who were just too drunk to watch their steps while I rushed for the front door.

"Where are you going?" Sarah stood in my way.

I rolled my eyes and stopped walking. "I'm going home."

Her eyes almost popped out of her eye sockets when she heard that. "What? Are you insane? The boss is here, remember?" She exclaimed.

"He can suck his own dick, I'm out." I clutched onto my bag, shoved my way past her, and left.

Luckily, I found a taxi outside and took it and went home.

On my way back home, I kept thinking about my father and what he was going to say when he saw me coming back home from work.

He instructed me to impress Antonio so that I'd be able to keep my job, but if he meant that I had to encourage his sexual advances on me, then I was better without a job.

After paying the taxi fare and hopping out of the car, I stood outside the driveway and looked at my house.

My heart started beating fast because the lights weren't out. It meant that my father was still up.

I looked at the time on my phone, it was 10 PM, and I was not supposed to be home until morning at 5:30 AM.

I took a deep breath and decided to go inside. After closing the door behind me, I heard giggles from the living room, and I knew that my father had company.

I decided to tiptoe my way upstairs before they noticed me because if he was with someone, it meant that he was drunk.

And I wasn't in the mood to deal with the drunk version of my father.

"Come here, you little brat." My father called behind me, and I froze in my steps.

I took a deep breath and turned around slowly. He was sitting on the couch with one of his bitches that he brought to the house.

The girl looked like she could be my age if not a year older or younger.

But this was not surprising at all since my father had decided that his dating types were now girls young enough to be his daughters.

"Why are you home at this time?" He got up, and the girl with him rolled her eyes at me, fixed her shirt, and covered up her breasts.

"I quit." I didn't want to beat around the bush, and then I swallowed.

I knew that hell was about to break loose. He was going to swear at me until my eardrums hurt.

His face countenance even changed when he heard that I quit. It was as if I just spat vulgar words.

"You quit what?" He walked towards me.

"I quit, Father. I can't work for Antonio anymore, he -"

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a slap across my face that caused me to stumble back.

I heard a ringing noise from my right ear and could not believe that he had just slapped me in front of another girl who was the same age as me.

He never slapped me before, and this caught me by surprise. I had no idea that it was so important for me to try to keep my job at the club.

"You will go back there and ask for that job back. Do we understand each other?" He fumed.

"I'm not going to do that, Father! No! If you want to work in that club, you go there yourself, and do not escort me with you!" I snarled and rushed upstairs to my room.