Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,26
he wants. It’s not the worry over losing everything that has me riding away with the plan to do what I have to get the guns back. What makes me do it is I don’t want to be the cause of shit happening to everyone else when it comes to the company. I don’t want the others to suffer for my actions and I care enough to put my life on the line to fix this.
Doing so, however, might very well get me killed.
Chapter Nine
Lilly
Christian wants me to wear a mask tonight.
At the end of my performance Louise had everything ready for me to change into. All at Tristan’s request. He wanted me in red so I’m wearing a red negligee with matching shoes. The mask is red too and has the same lace and diamante adornments as the negligee.
As I make my way out of the dressing room, I feel like a doll you dress up.
He paid ten thousand again for the night. Ten thousand dollars. It’s money I never imagined. Money I should be happy to add to my estimate but like last night I feel the same uneasiness.
That what-the-hell-am-I-doing moment has come into my mind several times today and by default I think of my goal and why I’m doing this.
Three more months. And this is another night down. But then… there is the matter of Christian as a whole that’s screwed with my mind.
Being with him has caused an internal conflict that I’m not sure how to handle. I’ve been on edge all day, but I would be a liar if I didn’t admit that the part of me, he reached last night wasn’t looking forward to seeing him again. And… there’s a definite sense of relief in knowing that it’s him I’ll be with tonight. Not someone else.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the patent wall as I come down the wide diamond encrusted stairs and step on to the marble flooring. The red and gold venetian mask I’m wearing is striking against my pale skin. The negligee is very pretty but it’s definitely something best reserved for the bedroom. Because the material is as see-through as the gown, I wore in the crystal ball, I look like I’m here for sex.
I walk on to the dance floor, joining the sea of bodies clashing together, grinding against each other. The bar is at the end. Sex isn’t allowed on the dance floor, but from the way the people move, I’d have a hard time believing that some of them aren’t doing it under wraps. I haven’t been down here before when there were people here. So, it’s going to be the first time I see all the sexual fantasies come to life.
Eyes land on me as I move, and I glance over my shoulder to see a group of men looking at me. The way they look at me is obvious in regard to what they want to do to me. I keep moving however but freeze midstride when I see exactly why people come to the Dark Odyssey. The vision before me is like something you’d see on a porn channel and have to question if what you saw was actually real.
There’s a row of cubicles and the people inside are fucking like they need to survive. It’s like watching animals during mating season gone wild.
There are four people in the cubicle to my left. Two men and two women. All are naked with just masks on, all having sex. Watching them makes my skin flush with ravenous heat.
They were about to switch the women over when one of the guys looks at me and crooks his finger, beckoning me to join them. Mortification flies through me snapping me out of the trance of shock. It makes me want to flee, but I force myself not to. Managing a polite smile instead, I decline the invite and resume my procession through the crowd.
Jesus, I have to get my act together. I need to remember that sex is the norm here. It’s a sex club. That is what it is and angel or not, I’m part of the sexual attractions here.
As I walk on, I see so much more than I ever have and ever imagined seeing in one lifetime. Enough to take my shock to astonishment. So, I keep my focus straight ahead and look to the bar in hope to find Christian.