DESMOND’S POV
“We should work together Diego and not fight each other.” I said. I studied him for a moment, tall, cocky, nothing special just nothing… it does not make sense that he was chosen to live a life of luxury from a very young age while I had literally had to crawl my way to the top with nothing but an empty stomach and a stupid drunk for a mother.
“We could run these streets if we work together.” I added for effect, I watched his book starting to relax, watched him stop being so tensed… big mistake, rookie mistake.
“In fact to commemorate our friendship…” I started then beckoned on one of my goons holding a black briefcase. He walked to us open up the briefcase in front of Diego Fernandez. Diego did not look as excited to see the money inside as I had expected, why would he be? He is just a spoilt child who had never had to work for anything in his life. A sorry excuse for a mafia king is what Diego Fernandez is.
He remained calm and confident on his chair, looking regal like some sort of royalty.
“I don’t need your money, I just need you to get the fuck out of my town.” He replied with cold malice. So much for friendship.
I looked up, watched the blue light fade and morph into red, watch the silver party ball at the center of the room as it spun, casting hues of silvery shiny light on the walls and ground.
Finally I looked at him, this clueless nepotism bastard.
“I ain’t going nowhere and we both know there is nothing you or your bitch ass niggas can do about it.” I said, I hate it when my ghetto accent comes out, I have worked so hard… to hard to change myself, reinvention is what they call it nowadays right? I have worked hard to reinvent myself, to become someone worthy of respect and fear, I ain’t gonna let some punk ass nigga bring me back to that street kid who was looked down on by every one.
He looked a little bit taken aback but if there is one thing Diego Fernandez knows how to do is to mask his emotions, that is one thing I am still trying to learn. The act of… not feeling, easy but difficult.
“I will come for you Desmond Sandals and you will be sorry.” Diego said, I did not flinch. He had sent his guys for me today but they failed miserably, my walls are built with steel, my defense line is air tight, I would like to see him try to take me down.
He stood up to leave, with his three hefty bodyguards by his side he started walking towards the club’s exit. He will be back in 5…4…. 3…2…1.
“Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the phenomenal… the talented, the beautiful and energetic Valentina Sanchez!” The smoky hot brunette at the stage announced. I watched Diego’s eyes widen as he looked at me bewildered, so much for knowing how to mask his feelings. I smiled to myself as he took his seat back on the throne-like leather chair I had prepared for him.
His face grew a bit older with worried… or is it angry frown lines.
I looked up to the stage watched Valentina walk up to the pole in the barest most sexy outfit I have ever seen on a woman before and that is saying a lot because not to brag but I have been living amongst sexy women since I was born. My mom used to work the pole, she was literally the Valentina of her own time… no wonder I have a bit of a soft spot for that bitch Valentina.
“She is good, just sit back, relax and watch my friend.” I said to Diego with what I curated to be a harmless chuckle.
He slowly turned to look at me, he had murder spelled out in his eyes, if I had something to loose I would be scared for my life but at this point, I have already dug two graves, one for me and the other for him. If I die in this battle you can be sure that I will take him to Hades with me.
I am not going alone, I have been alone for a good chunk of my life, I need company in my despair… Diego Fernandez seems like good company don’t you reckon?
Valentina swayed her hips obviously oblivious to the chaos that was happening beneath.
VALENTINA’S POV
I feel powerful, like a goddess glowing in her essence, I can command so much attention, they are practically drooling, it is so pathetic.
With every movement I make I watch them fall deeper into my spell of ecstasy, like an aphrodisiac I charm them, I can’t get enough of this feeling.
Why did I ever think I could do anything other than being a pole goddess? This is all I have ever known, this is my life, I have gotten used to the idea of no escape… no escape from Diego and his manipulative possession, no escape from being his whore, no escape from this life so I might as well enjoy it since this is my life now.
I wrapped my legs around the silver pole as I twirled around it, making sure my face held the right message… seduction. I watched their eyes go dark with lust, my pathetic loyal subjects, they would literally do anything to have me. You see that is where the power comes in, I own them. And sometimes they try to buy me off with money and gift, diamonds, gold whatever just to spend the night with this seductive temptress but of course I refuse everything. I like the hold I have on them, it is my little way of saying fuck you to the patriarchy, my little way of rebelling against its tight chock hold.
I look through the crowd and that is when I see him… Diego Fernandez, I only one whose tight grip I cannot seem to get away from.