She raised her head high as she stepped into the club, and she made sure she hid her fear so well, one thing she learned when working at the night bar is never to let your fear show from your body.
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It had been one hour that she had been sitting down waiting for him, she crossed her legs and uncrossed it almost immediately because of the ogling eyes checking her out, it made her feel a bit uncomfortable about her dressing. She had been approached by two guys and she politely sent them away.
“Okay, is he going to be here at all?”
“Who, my dear.” She jerked her head toward the strange voice to see a young man beside her.
“When… when did you get here?” She stuttered shocked. How didn’t she know that he was beside her until he spoke? She shifted uncomfortably on the soft lounge moving inches away from him but he still shifted closer to her sending her into a mini panic mode.
“What did you want?” She asked sharply clutching her purse on her thigh ready to open it if he tried to molest her. She kept her knife there.
“Easy dear.” The man grinned trying to touch her wrist which she quickly dodged. Her eyes roamed around the strange man; he should be in his late thirties, clad in a blue t-shirt and a black jean. He would have been handsome if a deep gash hadn’t run down his forehead down to his left cheek and gave him a beast look. She shivered to move away again luckily he didn’t shift after her.
“Just a dance with a pretty damsel like you.” The filthy grin that accomplished the rubbish he just said irritated the hell out of her.
“Thank you but I’m not interested.” She declined politely and she was quick to catch the angry flash on his face before it was replaced with an annoying firthy smile on his face. She grabbed her purse tighter and stared at him intestively watching for any move from him.
“Don’t be like that…
Her shoulder became tensed as her muscles tightened when she sighted the man she was here for coming in zoning out the man blabbering beside her. He was exactly like the man in the pic just more uptight and strict. She can’t really outline any emotion from him from where she was sitting. He suddenly glanced toward her like he knew she was watching and she became stiffed.
His gaze fixed on her for a while and she could swear he smiled dangerously at her, her throat bubbled and sweat ran down her spine. He removed his gaze away and a loud breath escaped from her. She shivered relaxing her tensed shoulders, a cold breeze hit her open skin and she rubbed her palms against her thigh.
“Princess.” She heard and she groaned completely forgotten that he was beside her the very moment that man entered earlier.
“Please leave me alone.” She muttered and decided to stand up and finalize how to gain his attention but a hand dragged her back to the lounge and she yelped at the sudden movement.
“What the hell?” She screamed snatching her hand but he increased the force he used in holding her and she groaned in pain.
His brown eyeballs were laced his fury making him look more fearful with his scar.
“Be a good girl.” He flashed his colored brown teeth at her which made him look like a maniac.
Her heart skipped as she sat back with a pounding heart, she must do something to get out of his captive but he looked too serious about not letting her go. He smiled thinking she had obeyed him and Jasira gave a weird smile back but he was too blind to notice.
She was still thinking of ways of getting away without being hurt when a man in a suit walked toward their side.
“Leave her alone.” His deep baritone voice ordered and the strange man scoffed before holding out their connected hand.
“Nope.” He popped with a daring smile, she should have been scared that another strange man was rescuing her but right now, she just wanted to get out of there.
She peeked towards the side lord was sitting and saw him fixed his eyes on them, she saw some men dressed in suits like the man rescuing and instantly knew he was from him.
“Fuck, man!” She heard a loud groan from her side and she jerked toward the direction immediately. It was from the maniac man.
“Fuck.” She gasped jumping up with her hand covering her mouth, blood dripping from his shoulder joint with a knife in it. He groaned in pain holding his wrist while cursing.
“Man, you shouldn’t have stabbed me, man.” He hissed standing up and staggering away leaving a trail of blood in his path.
“Who… who are you?” The question left her mouth before she could stop herself. “That.. it was unnecessary.” She belched remembering the blood.
“Sorry for that but my boss needs you immediately than him and literally I save you.”
She stared at him blankly at his last words, so; he saved her by hurting another man. Well, the bastard deserved it but… she didn’t even know right now. Her system was messed up at the sight of blood.
“And who is your boss?” She demanded even when the answer was glaring at her.
“Follow me to find out.” She contemplated arguing but this was literally in her favor. She exhaled loudly and adjusted her dress before following him.
“Here goes nothing.” She muttered silently to herself and trailed behind him while she muttered a short prayer.
“God, don’t let me get caught or get killed.” But deep down, she knew she was in trouble the moment she set foot into the club.