She’s mine episode 3

😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

Asa Gold✍️

🌹Chapter Three 🌹

~His tantalizing dark eyes…~

🥀A month ago🥀

“Dad, you can’t keep doing this all the time. Why exactly do you gamble by the way?”

“Gambling is life, dear.” That was his f-cking reply. Victoria was so mad. Who the hell say such a thing? Well, her dad just did.

How can he refer gambling as being life when all it does is ruin the peace of the home and causing her to spend unnecessarily. A reasonable person will leave their father to do whatever he wishes to do with his life but a responsible person won’t forget the fact that he was still their father regardless of his wayward behavior. And she was that responsible person.

Victoria m-ssages her temple, sitting down on the single couch. Her life was messed up all because of this one man she called a father.

She suppose to be in New York doing the things that will add profit to her life but instead she was here having this conversation that will take her nowhere with her father.

Her mother walks out of the kitchen, holding a tray that holds a cup of tea and a baked biscuits. They were Victoria’s favorite. She loves her mom baked biscuits.

“Here,” Her mom handed the tray over to Victoria. She collects it but dropped it on the table beside her chair. Now wasn’t the right time to eat baked biscuits and drink tea. She was very upset with her father.

He had gambled with some gangsters and now he’s in a debt. He has to pay up their money before the week runs out. And being the family ATM she has to look for the money.

“If gambling is life, why are you still looking this way?” She spat angrily.

“You don’t have to speak to your father like that, Victoria.” Her mother scolded.

“Well, I wouldn’t if he doesn’t act this way!” Victoria retorted. She got up to her feet and started pacing back and forth in the living room, in front of both her parents. “I have to pay up his debt. HIS DEBT,” she said, emphasizing on the two most important words, ‘his debt.’ “1.5million and you are here telling what I should and should not say? Mom, you of all people should talk to your husband because I’m tired. I’m so damn tired. I can’t keep cleaning up his f-cking mess!” She rarely speak to her parents like this especially to her mother but now was a different case. She’s extremely pissed.

“How many times have I warned you not to swear in my house?”

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“I know your father is very wrong. And trust me I’ve talked to him but he wouldn’t listen. He never listens. But what can we do? what can I do? He is still your father and my husband.”

“And that’s just the problem.” Victoria said a little but calmly now.

“I’m sorry for putting you in this position, dear,” Her dad began. “I know I shouldn’t be gambling and I promise to stop.”

“You stop?” Her mother questioned, disbelief written all over her face. “Do you know how many times you’ve said that to us?”

“I know. But i mean it this time around. I will stop. For the sake of my daughters.”

Victoria never believed his words but she wanted to. She wanted to be positive because as the saying goes; positivity brings good outcome. (A/N: That’s just my saying 🙄).

#Present.

The velvety red curtain were pulled open, revealing a large hall bustling with life. The sort of beat that revved up the soul blasted through the speakers, driving the crowd nuts. Topless waitress delivered drinks, giggling at clients that shamelessly smack them on their butts or touch them s€×ually and some couple of girls leads some ho-ny men to the darkest part of the club.

Air smelled of s*x, nicotine and other strong liquor.

“Good luck.” Penny murmured, pushing Victoria onto an ample stage with a pole.

She hærdly had time to react to the overwhelming scene before she became the center of the crowd’s attention. A new beat came on and wild hollers echoed through the room, whistles and nasty words thrown at her from every direction. They yelled at her, asking her to start stripping and come closer. Victoria was at the verge of crying. Who would believe her life would reduce to something less like this?

Men were already getting impatient of her delay. They were starting to get annoyed. And Victoria know that it would be a very huge loss to her. She needed the money. She needs to make three hundred million and add it up to the money she has already so she could pay up and go on with her life. But here was the question, how will she make such amount of money with just being a stripper?

Victoria took in a deep breath, looking down at her feet. She doesn’t have to think about that right now. She don’t want to make the men upset so she could get paid well.

Just with the roll of her h¡ps, the people below the stage went nuts. She tried not to look. She tried not to pull away from the outstretched hands attempting to get a hold of her. In her mind, she was in her apartment in New York, dancing with her perfect boyfriend, Julius.

Julius.

She hasn’t though about him since she came here. Would it be a bad idea if she runs to him for help? He was her boyfriend and will certainly help her but how about her ego? Tsk, look at who is talking about ego. Does strippers have one?

Victoria felt a stray of tears run down her face but she didn’t make any attempt to wipe it off. She just kept dancing. Her h¡ps moved in rhythm and her hands ran across her body sed-ctively. She has no clue how to use the pole but she has seen enough movies to try.

She grasp the rather thick metallic rod, letting the momentum lead her body into a twirl.

(*How will Julius feel if he gets to see you dancing on stage as a stripper?*)

Her heart stopped beating at that question.

*He would be broken and he will hate me.* That was her thoughts as she kept working on the pole. Twirling, rocking, dancing. She was doing all.

It was quite a shock to her how well she was handling this right now. Like seriously, she had never thought of dancing as her talent. But thanks to Julius and Maisy who taught her how to dance. They were practically her life saver.

“More!”

“We want to see your ass!”

“Come closer, Tori!”

“You are hot!”

Victoria shut her eyes close, her body moving around the pole gracefully.

Then she felt it. Steady eyes watching her from the distance, different from the ho-ny patrons pushing past each other to touch her.

^Don’t look.^ Her subconscious warned. ^ignore. Ignore. Igno_^

She looked.

And there he was staring at her with those tantalizing dark eyes of his. She felt trapped. No, she was trapped. Because that guy standing over there wasn’t just anybody but her master. She was his slave.

Their eyes were locked. It was as if they were staring at each other souls. The wh0le world seems to have come to a stop. Reasonable person will look away but a responsible person wouldn’t. Good bad, she was that responsible person. She has always been. That’s one reason she was here right now.

^Look away, girl. Look_^

A loud thump was heard. Everyone eyes went wide as the music stopped playing and the wh0le place went silent. All eyes were on her as she sat on the ground.

She just fell.

😥😥

# To Be Continued….

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Question: How will you describe Victoria father’s behavior?

Alright…See ya in my next chapter…

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