Ines P.O.V.
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Young Master Shawn was sitting on a high stool in front of a counter. I climbed the staircase on the round stage, walking towards the chair in the middle, where the spotlight and pole were. I looked at Shawn's back; I had yet to get his attention.
I was aware of every eye that stared at me below the dance floor, they squirmed under my gaze, some others hid on their sits wishing for my attention, and I wasn't bragging, but trust me when I said these people would feel satisfied by my approval of them and no one could make them yearn for approval like the way they yearned for mine and since my job was to make every one of the fathers, mothers, husbands, wife's, situation-ships, brothers, girlfriends and whatever was in this freaking strip club seem like they were the apple of my eyes; I aced it with my demeanor, and oh darn! I felt mighty.
I strutted towards the chair in the middle and sat beneath the spotlight, beginning with a body roll. My target was all I could think of as I actively recalled the story Hope told Vivian and me earlier.
"Shawn is 30 years old and the wayward son of Mr. Lionel who is the Head of the El Diablos, he will be in the club today and he likes women; they make him irrational, that's why his father doesn't like him, his 30 and hasn't inherited the company yet, meaning his incompetent to his father but a good pawn for you."
The second-best mafia gang was my father's Snow Tiger gang, and it was falling slowly. I was never trained to be a successor but wasn't kept naïve to my father's doing.
I was sheltered from too much carnage and spoilt; not the kind of spoilt kid to act like a rich brat always on shopping sprees but, the type of spoilt kid to be the most-paid stripper in the club, secretive enough to have kept that information from her father while he was focused on his business piling debts, I was also cunning and ambitious enough to seduce the son of my rival in public, but the little midget didn't pay attention to my 1st dance routine on stage! I sighed, sitting back on my prop chair while the crowd went wild.
I finished performing my first dance on stage without breaking a sweat, the floor where I danced was littered with dollar bills, and looking at the rich throwing wads of cash at my feet, I wondered if it was enough to clear my daddy's debt, like how much could a mafia leader need? But then it was naïve of me to think that five hundred and fifty thousand dollars was enough to match my father's worries because that was what I would spend on a shopping spree.
Switching to plan B after my failed attempt at A, I started a new routine, pushing my chair aside while doing a body roll, I took off the heels and skillfully kicked the chair through a path with my feet, the plan was for it to reach the feet of Shawn to get his attention so I could give him a solo display, but the chair fell at the feet of some other man in a suit facing the other way and just as I was about to frown because of my mistake, everybody stopped, the second pin-drop silence I got today, was it because of that man?
If at first, I was exaggerating, then this time everybody else was exaggerating because I truly got the attention of every single person and everyone honed a curious expression like expecting what would happen next, the man with the suit turned around on his high stool, under the golden bar light and the booming music, his young face was a sight to see, he looked alluring like fine wine.
Besides him was a lady, she looked pretty and pale like the spoiled version of snow white, like the spoiled person I could've been if I decided to go the rich brat way.
She looked at me so intensely, but it didn't burn as much as the stare of the man beside her, I also couldn't stop staring at what a wonderful-looking man he was, according to my plan the chair didn't hurt him so there was no need to apologize, I picked the chair back up then moved back to my initial plan trying my best to drag my eyes away from the new man's calling black eyes.
I lazily dropped my chair by Shawn, taking a seat on it; since I kicked the chair, his eyes had been trained on the scene, and since I was the scene, he was pleasantly surprised when I sat by him!
"Today must be my lucky day, why the honor?" he asked
"Chit-chat is boring, let me grind on you instead," I replied
"Darling, bring it on!" he said, dropping his glass of beer on the counter, spinning around, and parting his legs. He wore a pair of black jeans, and I bet he was already feeling unlucky with his trouser choice, but then I wasn't about to play with the dimwit's boner
The crowd seeing the twist went wild, and I was sure that people knew the identities of the people here; just that they didn't know me because I was disguised, so I walked around Shawn slowly, my palms trailing from his back to his arms, stopping on his chest, I climbed his sit, straddled him and gave him a lap dance starting a whole body routine under the gaze of the wild crowd; at this point, I knew Shawn had found a new favorite flavor; I had one job and I did it perfectly, I got close to his ear and whispered
"Why don't we take this elsewhere, hmm?"
"You should've said that since little lady, I'm all yours," he said suddenly throwing me on his shoulder and I made a little whoops sound just to be cute, as I looked forward on Shawn's shoulder giggling, the handsome man's gaze caught mine; he was staring so intently, that I looked away shy like I was cheating.
Shawn took me to a private lounge where a few men were spread on sofas, each man with a woman respectfully, he took me to the middle and sat me on his lap then suddenly he planted his lips on mine and that ticked me off! immediately I pushed him away, being a mafia woman, I had a fight mode, so resisting the strongest urge to slap him was a skill; this guy was mannerless!
"Why're you being a killjoy, isn't that what we're here for?" he looked offended staring me dead in the eyes intoxicated with the beer he drank, looking in his eyes I thought he looked just like his description, a complete rebel and someone who dragged his family backward, that was why he was my perfect target, but now that I had him in the palm of my hands I wondered, so now what next?
These were the moments I wished I was a witty individual, should I date him? dupe him of money enough to pay my dad's debt, or kidnap him for a ransom? No, that would be too troublesome, or dating him and then being married to him would take out the weight on my family, right? Now that was effortlessly disgusting considering marrying Shawn, anyway, I did not want to continue this long line of murder my dad had been doing, so I refused to come out from a mafia group to join another one that was more bat shit.
So, what do I do with this guy? all my thoughts happened in a few moments, and in the meantime, I had been having a staring contest with Shawn, only that my eyes were seductive pretending to drink in his appearance; his only cologne was from the alcohol that was oozing strongly from his body and mouth; not that he smelled bad, but he didn't put much effort in self-care.
"No Mr. Shawn, the wrong thing is doing the talking," I said my fingers rubbing to indicate cash, that was an excuse I had to come up with because I didn't know what to say to him in a personal dialogue
"Mm, indeed," he said taking out a wad of cash; they never disappoint.
"Where should I stash this in?" he asked taking his time scheming my body, his stare gave me goosebumps; he was thinking of stashing that in any of my private parts like it was a personal bank when I had pockets.
"Let me!" I said about to take the stack from him, but he tsk.
"UH, UH UH, I insist, let me!" and was about to shove it from under the bands of my bra top when a guy walked up to his ear, in that moment I took the money from his hands putting it in the waistband of my shorts and he smirked "I'll be back," he said lifting me carefully and sitting me on the sofa
"Get her some drinks" he yelled to a standby waiter "What do you want?" he asked
"Anything will be fine," I answered so he asked the waiter for a Martini, I had no issues with that, I sat there for a while, enjoying the show of people making out and telling lies beside me, thankfully no other man approached me as I stupidly sipped my drink, I laid back thinking of the eyes of the guy that stared at me like his eyes would scorch me, even when I gave Shawn a lap dance I felt the intense stare at my back, and whenever I turned around, I met his gaze on me, I felt like I was dancing for two, he stared un ashamed like he was intrigued by something new and ethereal, but then somehow he was conversing properly with the little-miss snow white- after talking with Shawn I planned to catch up with the man, I resonated in my mind.
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THIRD PERSONS P.O.V.
"That is Ines, boss," The man who called Shawn out of the suite spoke to Shawn about the girl who was just on his laps
"Daughter from Chain Gang Ines?" Shawn asked
"Yes, boss!"
"Would you look at that!" he said "What do you think she's up to?"
"It can't be for her father, right? That's some cheap job trying to get his daughter to clean up his mess"
"Using me?" Shawn stated bubbling slowly with anger "What am I going to do with that little cunt!" he stroked his short beard "Oh I'm going to screw that girl over and deliver her corpse to her father"
"But boss, you're already set up to marry this woman," he said
"That's right, why have her dead when I can give her endless days of torture right? I already drugged her drink, knowing she's Ines makes this even better!"