Chapter 4

"There is a lot to talk about the Mafia Prince, yet nothing to say all the same. He is a closed book, fierce on the outside, and also on the inside. A look at him and you could tell he means business. Jaxtyn is the owner of this club, and I'll advise you to play your cards well, who knows? he might let you go with what you desire the most on earth__money!" Matthew said.

He knew Chelsea would immediately change her mind especially when it has to do with money. The only good thing about the lady that stood before him is that she made her intentions pure from the beginning.

"If I want to be a dancer, I'll buy a pole and keep it in my apartment where I will enjoy myself. I mean business, that's why I came to this club," she said the day of their first encounter.

To Matthew, it showed how serious she could be, even though they are several professions out there, she chooses this one and brags over it.

At times, Matthew will always wonder what will make a young lady like Chelsea indulge herself in this activity.

***

"Where is the lady? you numbskull, can you believe it's been thirty minutes gone? I hate waiting, like seriously, I hate it," Jaxtyn shouted over the phone.

Nothing made him mad than allowing him in the dark, he was stretched on his couch, he needed the lady to be here, had it been he had been the one to court her, she would have already been in his bed by now, but no, he had to send his crackhead personal employee to do the simple job for him, and yet, he was incapable of doing it.

"What is taking you so long?" he asked his angry voice piercing the ear space making Louis tremble.

Louis knows perfectly well who his boss is, a trick at him and he will be on his way to doom, something he dreads the most.

In a trembling voice, he gave feedback to Jaxtyn.

"I am sorry, Sir, but I tried my best to convince the lady to come along with you, but she refused, saying that she only does an hour with her clients, therefore hiring her for the night will be an impossible task," she concluded.

At once, Louis shot his eyes closed, he waited for his Boss's verdict, the sooner it came the better it will be especially for his sanity.

We expected, it came as early as he had planned it to be, Jaxtyn was mad and Louis for failing in his mission, he is not suppose to fail, personal assistance is supposed to be the best, very supportive, and always does the boss's binding, in order to receive primes from him.

"Wait, like seriously, Louis, what is that supposed to mean that the lady does not accept people to hire her for the night? did you let her know that it is the Mafia Prince that wants her? did you call me name? does she know who is spoiling her for the night? I am sure that if she does, she wouldn't be fumbling around. Now tell me, does she know who the boss is? or where you busily courting her for yourself?" Jaxtyn concluded.

The fact that she had asked these many questions means that he knows who Louis is, always flitting around and losing track of the things he ought to do.

As Jaxtyn had expected, Louis was guilty of many of these things, he confirmed it himself. It would have been a huge sort of disgrace, especially as it will mean that he is leaving his questions unanswered.

It might cost him his life, and so far, he does not want to lose his life, therefore, the earlier he reports himself, the better it will be for him.

"I sorry once, Mr. Jaxtyn, but I didn't inform Chelsea about the fact that you sent me, I just played it low key, leaving her in the dark," he muttered.

As usual, Louis expected Jaxtyn to praise him, and to his greatest surprise, he carried the shock of his life, especially after he is being threatened.

"Before I drop this call and call you back in a minutes's time, let me hear the door of my room knocking, I will not tell you again, your time starts ticking now," he said.

His words frightened the young man, he felt like his life is being threatened, of course, it was, especially when he was the cause, he wanted to turn the hands of time to a minute back or so, he needed to apply wisdom, especially when having to deal with the lady, this is all her fault, had it been that she just accepted without bringing any problems, things would have actually been easier and swifter than this.

In anger, Jaxtyn hanged up on Louis, leaving him in the mood of frustration.

Rushigbak to the club, he looked at the table for the pretty young lady she just met a while ago, but then, she had disappeared.

'Wait, what does that even mean? That Chelsea is missing or what?' he asked himself.

Of course, that wasn't true. Searching around, he tried glancing his eyes through the several people that were at the club hoping that he will meet Chelsea, but to no avail.

He felt frustrated, devastated, and the fact that he will face Jaxtyn's wrath scares the hell out of him.

Moving with anxiety from left to right, Louis searched for the stripper, his biggest fear is that she might probably be spending the night with another man.

If this happens to be the case, then she is doomed, yes, more than doom.

After about a minute of searching, he spotted the lady at the corner of the club, with Matthew.

The joy that Louis had in his heart could surmount all his past experiences put together. Striding his way to them, his heart was lighter than before.

*

"There comes Louis, remember what I told you, Chelsea, play your cards wisely, okay?" Matthew said rubbing his palms around the lady's arms.

Chelsea who is always known for being brave, courageous, and wise now seemed to behave like a little inexperienced young lady who had just joined the squad.

A slow sensual smile played across her features, she blushed profusely, turning scarlet red in a blink of an eye.

She knew that the color in her face had transformed into a bright red, so she didn't dare to stare behind.

Turning her attention to Matthew, she wanted to know if she was anything close to perfection.

"Matt, look at me, how do I look? am I okay to face the outside world? please, tell me, is everything okay with my? my hair tone, is it shuffled? Oh my God, please tell me, I am getting worried as fuck," Chelsea cried out throwing her head back in pain.

It was Matthew's place I comfort her, but then, he didn't want to take pleasure with her, he just wanted to boost her morales so that she can face the men without fear.

Louis stared at the lady that stood before him, and not knowing what to do, he hugged her.

The hug helped Chelsea to can down, she inhaled some air severally, she needed to make herself feel comfortable, and above all, feel Matthew's cologne waffles her nostrils.

They were busily hugging one another when a hug came from behind, it was obvious who it was__Louis.

They parted from one another as fast as they embraced themselves.

This time, Chelsea looked more confident, she looked like someone who is going to break the rules for anything, as long as money is involved.

Swirling her head at the man just cleared his throat, she waited for him to start the conversation. A pang of disappointment hit her to know that she had thought for once that Louis is the boss, how ignorant had she been before.

"Pardon me that I wasted so much of your time, I hope that you have no client on your list tonight because my boss..." he trailed his voice.

Chelsea cut in, saying it as if she means it.

"Has hired me for the night, I get it, let's get going now," she said rudely brushing past him.

Louis stirred at Matthew with wide eyes, wondering what had just taken place, only Matthew knew what ad happened, yet he raised his arms in confusion too, pretending like a didn't know about all these things.

As Chelsea let the way, brushing past Louis, his shocked expression made him grab her wrist still not understanding what chemistry was going on just now.

A minute ago, the lady was adamant, headstrong about her services being hired for an entire night, and now, she seems so ready so much that she is the leader.

Louis was struck to the core.

Stopping her tracks, he swirled to his side, ready to ask his question.

With a brow quizically raised at her, he let out in bewilderment,

"What the hell is going on here, I thought..."

Once again, Chelsea cut in, this time sounding more rude than the previous times.

"What did you think? does it matter now? see if you don't want me to go, that's fine, but stop ranting like a wussy," she fired at him.

Matthew's mouth dropped open, she couldn't believe that the girl had said that, in fact, his jaws had fallen, the same as Lous' own.

The bodyguard had the urge to argue a bit with this lady, especially putting her in her place, but then, he remembered his Mafia Prince's voice, It rang in his head a million times.

Shaking his head violently as if he had been in a trance, he decided to work things out perfectly.

"I am sorry, Ms. Chelsea, if you don't mind, let's go this way," he directed, opposite from the direction she was already heading to.

She nodded in apprehension.

Allowing him to lead the way, she followed him slightly behind him.

*

Chelsea noted that it was a thirty minutes drive she had with Louis, it was serene, peaceful, no one dared to talk with the other.

Louis' mind was troubled, every now and then, he kept staring at the lady who had her mind on the outside.

She didn't bother to start a conversation with him, neither did he, yet his mind was troubled.

Deep down in Louis' mind, he knows that if Chelsea reports him to Jaxtyn, he will have himself to blame, something that he is not ready to face.

With Jaxtyn, h doesn't look at the number of years you've been loyal to him, what always triggers him to act is the one time you commit a crime, no matter how small the mistake is, if you are not careful, you might end up taking a ride to Hades where you will present yourself as a parcel to the devil telling him his loyal servant on Earth sent him.

Louis didn't want that to happen, so the earlier he apologizes to Chelsea, the better it will be.

He always wants to be on the safe side at all times, because he does not know when a bullet might penetrate his forehead, so he needs some wits to serve him that purpose.

Going up a hill, Louis parked the car in front of a mansion.

It was big and was located on the hill, one could look at the house and admire it already.

Chelsea's eyes were bright, they glow with several sparks on them.

To say that the house is fantabulous is a slip of the tongue, she loved it, it was attractive, and she couldn't believe that she will be spending a night in there, it just looked like a dream to her.

Chelsea sent her hand to open the door but Louis hurriedly placed his hand on hers.

"Please, wait," he said stopping her.

Chelsea had lost the fight, she didn't have any anxiety to fight anymore, so she just sat there watching at him with wide eyes.

Swirling her head to his side, she asked him with a reserved calmness.

"What is it, any problem?" she inquired.

Shaking her head in disapproval, as a sign to make him remove his hand from hers.

He obeyed her commands not wanting further problems with Chelsea, the one she has is already a big problem for her.

Louis seemed stocked in the face, it seemed like all the color in his face had decided to elope, leaving her in a very devastating state.

"Nothing much, I am sorry about how I behaved earlier, I pray you find a place in your heart to forgive me," he apologized.

"It's okay, we are all reliable to mistakes, the only thing that differs us is the ability to ask for forgiveness," Chelsea muttered.

Her kind words made Louis smile, it assured him, but then, he had something to add to his forgiveness, this is even more than important to him.

Clearing his throat, he timed it ripe to spit out his words.

"Please, Chelsea, when you go in there and you face the Mafia Prince, I beg of you, don't tell him I flirted with you, just form anything like there was traffic or you had somethings to do before rushing here, please, or this might be the last time that you will hear of me," he said.

The look on the lady's face was compassionate, she seemed to understand the young man's plea, and what he asked for wasn't that difficult for her to do, so she will readily assist him, at least, it means a lot to him.

Nodding her head, Chelsea promised to do so.

"Thank you so much, now let's go," he muttered.

Coming out of the car, they hurried to the main door.

Chelsea remained astonished by the fact that it was her turn to meet the Mafia Prince, at first, she thought she would meet a young man, then, the picture of an old man suddenly plastered in her mind.

Not that she is scared of having an affair with a man who is older than her father, just that staring at his face will be a big problem, something she wouldn't envision herself seeing even in the next hundred years.

She literally had to stop thinking of him that way, because his name suggests he is young, yeah, but then, they are old Princes, with grey hair, overgrown beards, and potbellies.

'Yuck!'

Just thinking about it made Chelsea squeeze her face as if she had heard some bad news.

The thoughts scared the hell out of her.

As they entered the house, Louis walked in front of her, stopping her movements.

"Chelsea, you will have to wait here for a minute, let me announce your arrival," he said.

"Alright," she said nonchalantly.

As Louis sped off, Chelsea used the moment as an opportunity to eye around checking if anyone apart from Jaxtyn lives in the mansion.