"Deathtrap?" I called and ran to her. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I knelt in front of her, cupped her face and questioned softly.

"I-thoug—ht-something—happened-to—you," She blubbered while she spoke. "It's okay, Cactus. Daddy is perfectly fine," I let out and pulled her into a hug.

We stayed there for a bit until she calmed down. "What exactly happened?" I questioned.

"I had a dream that you died and then I tried calling you on the burner phone but you weren't picking up. I was so worried and I thought something bad happened to you," She explained, making me mentally curse myself.

My mind was too occupied by Wraya that I had forgotten to take my burner in case there was an emergency. If I had taken the phone, she would have reached me and know that I was fine. I should have thought about Reality.

"I'm so sorry, Reality. I forgot to take the burner. I should have thought more about you. Forgive Daddy for being selfish," I said and pulled her into another hug.

"What are you saying, Daddy? It's okay to forget things and you're not selfish. I know you love me and you wouldn't have chosen to forget it if you had an option," She let out.

She knew how and what to say to make me feel better. The whole 'Wraya witnessing what she shouldn't have witnessed' thing didn't bother me like it was, moments ago.

"Do you want to sleep on Daddy's bed tonight?" I questioned, earning a nod from her.

—

It was morning and the first thought that came into my head was 'Wraya witnessing what she shouldn't have witnessed'. I groaned in annoyance and tried to pull my arm away from Reality's clutches. 

Successfully pulling it away, I stood up off the bed and went to the bathroom for my morning routine. I stared at myself in the mirror and the thoughts of what would happen if Wraya decided to rat me out filled up my head.

"What are you doing Kim Taehyung?" I asked myself. Should I just kill her? But that would be breaking the rules. Unauthorised kill—but I already broke the rules when I let a witness go.

I should have ran after her back then and twisted her neck. I should never have let her go—and I wanted to avoid her before but now, I would have to face her.

Kill her or Talk to her, I would have to face her either way.

After finishing my morning routine, showing and getting into fresh clothing,  I decided to wake Reality up. "Cactus! Cactus, wake up!" I called. She fluttered her eyes open and let out a loud yawn.

"Good morning, Daddy," She greeted.

"Good morning, Deathtrap. Come brush your teeth and take a bath, then we can hang out all day," I said and lifted her up in my arms. "I'm skipping school today!" She said excitedly.

I carried her to her room and helped her get in the shower. While she took her bath, I picked out clothes for her. "Combat boots or loafers?" I lifted the two shoes and asked. "Loafers," She replied.

I helped her get dressed while she rambles on about where she wanted to go. "I want to go to the mall and get the same sneakers that Wraya was wearing yesterday. You know, that woman you said to stay away from,"

I let out a sigh. I woke up thinking about her and now, my daughter wouldn't stop talking about her. Who the fuck are you, Wraya?

"Yeah, we can go eat pizza first then go buy the shoes,"  I said and let a smile spread on my lips.

W R A Y A 

What the fuck? Why was the beige man here again? Doesn't he have a wife and a kid?

"Fucking Robitussin I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now yeah,"  I wrapped her legs around the pole and twirled, turning my buttocks to her crowd.

"Can't do Percocets or Molly. I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right," I let myself go down on a mid-split, still backing the crowd. I twirled my hair once before laying my back down on the floor, with my face looking at the crowd upside down, I lip synced 'Right, right, right,'

I scoffed mentally immediately eyes caught the beige man shamelessly staring at me. He wasn't even trying to be discreet, he was just brazenly staring at me. If I could, I would record him and show the video to his wife.

The poor woman doesn't know what her husband was out doing.

"Baby, you can. Ride it, ooh, yeah," I stood up with my ass perking back and took two steps forward. "Bring it over to my place, and you'll be like," I lowered myself, rested my hand on my knees and pushed my hips forward twice.

"Baby, who cares? but I know you care. Bring it over to my place," I abruptly stood up and turned back. I took slow steps back to the pole.

"You don't know what you did, did to me," I jumped on the pole and twirled. "Your body lightweight, speaks to me," I slid down the pole, hugged it with my legs and mouthed the lyrics.

After minutes of dancing, the song finally came to an end. I stood up and left the stage. Nova was already waiting for me backstage. She squealed in delight immediately she laid eyes on me.

"That was amazing! I can't believe you didn't rehearse and just free-styled," She praised.

"Glitter, That was incredible! Did you see those bills? You have one more performance. I'll let you rest for an hour before you go up again," Tommy stated and walked away.

"That was amazing! You are amazing!" She let out. "Thank you," I said as we walked towards my dressing room.

"Do you remember that rude man in the elevator at the Penthouse? Can you believe he's here?" I scoffed. "If you see the way he was shamelessly staring at me,"

"Well, a lot of married men come here—and I can't blame him for staring at you—I mean, Look at you. Any man would stare at you," She said.

"I don't—" I was cut off

"Hi, Glitter, I am Pixie. I saw your dance, you're amazing and I love you! Oh hi, Fairy," She commented. I replied with an awkward nod and a faint smile before proceeding to enter my dressing room.

I gasped immediately I laid my eyes on my clothes that were scattered on the floor with glitter and makeup smudged on them. "What the hell?" I let out.

I knelt and grabbed the completely stained clothes before averting my gaze to Nova and Pixie. "Who did this?" I breathed out angrily. I was ready to rip the perpetrator's hair off her scalp.

"I have no idea! I was back there, watching you," Nova responded.

"Well—I saw Kiss coming out of this room but I didn't think much of it," Pixie Disclosed. I scoffed before angrily throwing the jacket on the floor. "Where is she?" I questioned.

"I think I heard Tommy saying she was going to be with some Russians in the backroom tonight," Pixie let out and that was the only thing I needed to hear.

I stormed out of the dressing room and headed towards the backroom passage. I stopped for a bit thinking of the room I should enter first. My eyes landed on a beige coat, similar to the one the beige cheating man was wearing.

"Why is it here?" I mumbled.

I flinched when a door gets busted open and a man wearing a black ski mask came out with two guns in both his hands. He knelt on the floor and placed the guns down. He pulled the mask over his head and his face was revealed to me.

Beige man? What was he doing wearing ski masks and holding guns

Still not noticing I was standing there, he quickly put the coat back on and slipped both the guns and mask into his pocket. He finally looked up and saw me staring down at him.

"Wraya?" He let out with shock written all over his face.

How the hell did he know my real name?

I had no idea what was going on but the only thing I knew was that I shouldn't be alone with him. He seemed dangerous. What if he decided to point a gun at me and finish me off?

I turned back and ran as fast as I could away from the passage to the dressing room. I breathed heavily as I entered. "Did you see Kiss?" Nova stood up from the red recamier and asked.

"No," I let out. I wasn't sure if I should tell Nova what happened at the backroom passage.

"Kiss must have done this because of the slap you gave her in front of all the girls. She is so petty. Does she not realise that she's old now? She is not acting her age at all. It's a surprise that the men still want her," Pixie insulted.

I took a deep breath and went to sit on the sofa. What happened back at the passage was still stuck in my head. Why was he holding a gun? Was he some kind of undercover spy?

"Don't worry, Glitter, Kiss will get what's coming for her. You look tired, Do you want a drink?" Nova sat beside me and asked. I responded with a nod.

"Pixie, Can you get her a drink?"

"On it," Pixie said and exited the room.

The night came to an end faster than I had expected, I had asked Tommy not to send Diamond to work in the back rooms and I made even more money than I did my first night at the club.

Trashing my glitter and makeup-stained clothes, Nova gave me her gown to wear home and she stayed in her lingerie. The night ended around midnight and we took a taxi back to the penthouse.

The beige man was still stuck in my head.