The Mafia's Dark Desire
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lt like the world was slowly chipping away at me, testing how
e about the sleazy men who watched me like I was a prize to be won. But
's health wasn't getting any better. I needed that money-needed it more than he could ever
The familiar smell of cheap cologne and stale beer filled the air. Mr. Donald's office was at the
an answer. I pushed the door ope
though my heart was pounding in my chest. "
that same smug grin I hated. His greasy hair was slicked back, and h
ay for your little hobby?" He let out a chuckl
ve been working here for two weeks now, and you've barel
y to even have this job, sweetheart," he said, leaning back in h
aling with. The kind who thought his employees were exp
said, my voice cutting through the thick ai
as simple as you want them to be. You think you're the only girl in this place with bills? Hel
front of me. "There's your cut. If you want mor
ance. I took the envelope, not that it came close to what I had earned. "You owe me far more th
?" He stepped toward me, with a challenging posture. "You are just a stripper. With a body to
was the same man who, upon my joining, had promised to better
in his presence. My stomach twisted as I trudged toward
It was worse than usual. She breathed irregularly, her chest banging up whenev
here was no money for another trip to the hospital. Not with what little I had. I placed a kiss on her forehead,
tanding by while Donald tousled his red hair and kept his mal
lap, fingers tapping lightly. "What makes you think
don't get to take advantage of me."Then he jumped to his feet at once and narrowed his eyes. "I t
grabbing my arm, pulling me towards him. "You think you can talk to me like th
to let him take anything more from me. I hit him hard in the groin. He releas
pressed into my skin. "You will regret that," he snarled, his voice thick whisp
ed my fingers around it and twisted it in my hand. The knife was thr
staggered backward, clutching at the wound. The blood so
than fear, my voice quivering in the aftermath. He