Hi this is my story and I hope you like it, I have another mafia one called 'A Dangerous Captive' that's complete if you don't wanna wait for updates lmao though it'll be worth it.

Anyways, how are you all doing?

All songs mentioned are not mine and can be found on a Spotify playlist called 'Luscious' - Anna Joicey and it would make me happy if you listened while reading.

This book is MATURE, please keep it 16+ though I know that little warning won't do anything to keep you heathens away, just be warned.

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Without further ado, heres the book ig

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Song : Bang Bang - GRAE

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A bead of sweat travelled down my the back of my neck, leaving behind a cool line of water as I tried to hold in a sneeze, triggered by the musty clothes we were amongst. My need to sneeze quickly flit to the back of my head as another gunshot rang through the thin walls of the strip joint.

I involuntarily ducked, a reflex I hadn't yet grown out of and another girl let out a small squeal.

My eyes snapped to the back of her head, she was going to give us away. I took a piece of her bleached blonde hair and pulled hard, letting her know that she needed to be quiet.

Now was no time for coddling.

A few more shots were fired and I couldn't help but relax a little as they got further and further away. I surveyed the newbies, crouched at Robin and I's feet, both silently crying into their palms.

It was one hell of a first day for them.

I sighed, knowing that I had to comfort the newbies or else they won't be coming back, and even though this situation would traumatize anyone, possibly making them never want to show their face again, I knew I would get the brunt of the blame from the boss.

"Girls, it'll be over soon." I said, trying to be empathetic but just resulted in them crying a little harder.

Robin smirked at my feeble attempt of calming them.

"What - what if we die?" The blondie asked through her snotty palms, almost making me turn my nose away.

"They won't kill us, we're too valuable, worst case scenario is probably human trafficking." I stated truthfully, which seemed like the wrong thing to say when both of the girls looked towards me, eyes as wide as an owl.

"Human trafficking?" The brunette pitched in, her voice trembling as she looked from her palms, wide eyed.

I cleared my throat, shifting my weight to my left foot as I realized that telling them they might get sold into a human trafficking ring was possibly not the best way to comfort them.

"Yeah, but that's the worst case, remember? Boss will probably sort them out before that happens." Robin said in her most soothing voice possible, placing her hands on the girls shoulder.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes when she brought up the boss.

"If I were a betting woman I'd say that the Boss has up and left us here, we're just a dime a dozen for him."

Robin slapped the back of my head, making me realize what had just slipped. I cursed myself and my big mouth, we were supposed to be comforting them.

I was just about to say something else when yet another gunshot rang through the building, much closer than it was the last time.

Too close.

I sucked in a breath when I heard the door to the room being opened, the sound of heavy footsteps crowding the room.

I glanced down at Robin only to see that she had a hand on each girl, both clutching so tightly it would probably leave a mark a harsh reminder to the girls to keep quiet.

She was much better at dealing with people than me, I often wondered why the Boss made me the head girl instead of her. I looked away from her and tried my best to listen to what was happening outside.

"Tutto chiaro!" A gruff voice called out, probably the man with the heavy footfalls. Most importantly though, the man was speaking Italian, which meant this wasn't just a small gang from New York trying to get their name around, no, this was something much bigger.

Translation: All clear!

What had the boss gotten himself into now?

I looked down at the frightened girl and let out a short breath, when I saw him after this I was going to give him a piece of my mind, no matter the consequences.

"Controlla gli armadi, ce ne sono ancora alcuni mancanti." Another man shouted, walking into the room, frustration lacing his words.

Translation: Check the closets, there are a few still missing.

My heart leaped into my throat as I hear the first man grumble a few words and make his way around the room, opening and closing all the closet doors.

We were sitting ducks.

I listened as the pair pulled out skimpy lingerie and laughed at them, probably not knowing that a single piece was worth more than their entire rent.

What could I say? The boss had expensive taste.

The blondie shook so hard that the hangers surrounding us clinked together and I grasped anther piece of her hair, pulling to stop the shaking. Ever so slowly, they made their way around the room, my heart only beating faster as their banging got closer.

"I'm going to sneeze." The brunette whispered as silently as she could, obviously worried that she would give us away.

Robin and I exchanged worried looks forcing me to quickly spring into action, pinching her nose and covering her mouth.

"Think of pineapples." I whispered in her ear, an odd request but one that usually worked for me.

My advice didn't seem to work though because approximately 10 excruciating second later, she sneezed. Even though it was muffled my hands, coupled with the light rattling of the clothes hangers, I knew they would hear it.

Silence settled throughout the room, heavy footsteps replacing their previous laughter, headed in our direction.

A breeze of cool air hit my face as they swung open one of the doors to our section of the closet and I watched as a slow smile creeped onto a heavily tattooed man's face, obvious delight glinting in his eyes.

"Ho trovato le puttane!" He shouted, grabbing the blondie by her hair and pulling her out of the stuffy closet.

Translation: I found the whores!

At his shout, the other man turned his sights on us. He stormed over, not wasting any time, grabbing me and the other newbie's wrists, forcing us out of the cramped space and close to him.

Too close.

"Prendi l'ultima troia e andiamo, il capo non è paziente." The man hissed, obviously fed up with his partners games, pushing us out of the door and through multiple familiar hallways until we reached the main area.

Translation: Grab the last slut and let's go, boss isn't patient.

I had to stop myself from reeling away from his touch as his hand rested on my waist, going lower and lower the further we walked.

I breathed a sigh of relief as we finally reached our destination, the main room.

The first things I noticed when I entered the room were that all of the chairs had been pushed to the edges of the room, tables were broken, liquor spilt and dead bodies decorated the ground, sitting a mixture of liquor and blood.

I almost sighed, this was going to take ages to clean.

In the middle of the room, though, were the rest of my girls, all on their knees facing the stage, huddled together. The touchy man led us to where the rest of the girls were and pushed us on our knees.

Just before he let me go though, he made sure to whisper in my ear, "You're my first pick when this is over, bella."

I didn't fight back, that would be downright idiotic, I instead shrugged myself out of his grasp and went on my knees by myself, Robin and the blondie soon following us.

As subtle as I could, I popped my head up and tried to count all of the girls present, making a mental note of who was missing and who was hopefully still hiding, not dead.

I almost didn't believe the number I came up with when I finished counting.

18.

Three girls were missing.

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