Chapter 3:One year later

"You need to leave, Allan," he said as he handed over the money bag and exited the room. Allan groaned and gave her a lethal glare. Ariana exhaled a sigh of relief and exited the room.

"Wait, drink this water; it will help you relax," his stepbrother advised. Arianna was taken aback by his stepbrother's actions. "How come he's so good at me right now? Did he realize he was wrong in the first place?" she pondered as she drank the glass of water quietly.

"Thank you," she said after taking a sip of the water.

"You're welcome," her stepbrother said with a devil smile, and Arianna felt dizzy as she realized his stepbrother had put something into the water, but before her vision blurred, her stepbrother said something. "Have a good night, b*tch. I changed my mind, I'm not going to sell you to Allan, instead, I'm going to sell you to the club, they offered me billions of dollars. You're really useful huh," he said quietly before Arianna blacked out.

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One year later...

The club was packed with creepy old men. She always assumes it, but today she assumes it even more. Because of his stepbrother, she was forced to work in this trash club. Jade had already sold her to the stripper club bar for a year. What he did to her breaks her heart.

She had to wear something more revealing now, so she drew her lace leggings up her long honey legs. She then put on her dark red lipstick and pulled on her cowgirl hat. She was dressed in a black bodycon dress that was too short and too revealing.

"What are you doing, Arianna? You have to be strong to survive this sh*t," she told herself.

Every time she steps onto that stage, she takes a piece of her dignity away; at this point, she has none. "I'm doing this to survive. If I get a chance to get out of this hell, I swear I'm going to kill him," she said, clenching her teeth.

Arianna then shook it off before proceeding to the stage. Every man in the room was staring at her; she was the fancy new doll that everyone wanted to play with. She waited for her turn behind the stage. Her hands began to sweat profusely, and she kept wiping them against her outfit.

"Presenting Ariana to the stage," the spokesperson yells into the microphone. "This club's cowgirl."

She exhaled and inhaled deeply, attempting to calm herself. A slow sexual song began to play, luring her onto the stage. She took her place, standing beside the pole. The lights went on and she was on full display. Everyone was applauding and growling and whistling like she was a dog.

She then managed to grab the pole, wrapping her leg around it and swaying her entire body around, her hair softly falling against her skin. The lights alternate between red and dark blue, then back to red.

Money began to be thrown at her; she should be grateful because she is receiving money, but it only makes her feel dirty.

The oil on her skin made her hands slicker, making it more difficult for her to grip the pole. As she dragged her finger down her lips to her stomach, she even flipped her hair. She crept across the floor, enchanting the unsuspecting men in front of her.

She made eye contact with a different type of man when she stood up; he wasn't ugly or old. He was seated in the back, in the dark, but she was able to get a good look at him. She began to feel seduced by this stranger, who held his glass of alcohol in one hand and a large cigar in the other.

"Give it up for Arianna," the speakers say, signaling the end of her performance.

She drew her gaze away from the stranger and left the stage, swaying her hips. She was panting heavily and in urgent need of water, so she went over to the bar and ordered something to drink. She made a point of putting on a show as she leaned over the bar to get her water bottle; her boss would be angry if she just drank water without entertaining the guest.

"Arianna," Antonio says into her ear, drawing her attention to himself.

"What?" she replied, her breath tickling her ear, she looked stunning in her porn star uniform, but she could tell none of them were happy to be there.

Antonio exclaims, "A the remarkably rich guy wants you in room 143."

She rolled her eyes, imagining an old fatty man out for a good time.

"I don't offer private rooms," she explains.

"He doesn't want sex, okay? He just wants to talk to you," she says.

"No, that's what they all say."

"He's paying you a 1 billion just to be in the room, Arianna, and if the madame finds out that you didn't accept our guest offer, she'll be furious, and we all know how scary she is when she's furious," Antonio begs with her hands. Antonio was correct. If the madame found out she turned down this offer, she would kill her.

She wanted to get away from this, but all she needed to do to succeed was to be their puppet for now while she planned her escape.

"Fine," Arianna says, rolling her eyes at him, and Antonio jumps up and down joyfully. She then takes our most expensive bottle of wine and 2 wine glasses.

She then knocked on the door, room 143, and slowly opened it; it was completely dark inside. He's probably not here yet, she thought as she shut the door and turned on the lights. She jumped up when she noticed him sitting in the chair in front of her, his legs apart and a cigar laced through his fingers gripping each side of the chair.

She was surprised to see it was the same guy who had been watching her earlier on stage, but he looked so familiar to her. He was even hotter up close; God took his time with this one.

"F*ck, you scared me," she muttered under her breath as she placed her hand on her chest.

He took a puff of his cigar, and she watched as he tilted his chin up, trying to release the smoke, and flexed his jaw. His tattoos were visible because his shirts were rolled up. Arianna swallowed hard and nervously said to herself, "Sh*t, I have bad feelings for this."

"W-wait, I forgot the ice," she said as she turned around to open the door, but she was cut off by something.

"There's no need for that," his voice rumbled within his chest, sounding deep and dark. Her shoulders tensed, and her hands began to sweat.

She slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact at all costs. She kept her gaze fixed on the ground.

"So you're a whore," he says unexpectedly. She made eye contact with him, but his beautiful brown eyes were emotionless and spiteful. Her heart was broken by what she had heard. Everyone accuses her of being a whore without knowing how she ends up in that situation.

"Are you done? Are you just here to judge me?" she blurted out before she could stop herself.

This piqued his interest, and he stood up, moving closer to her. He was tall and muscled, with scars obscuring every inch of him she could see. His dark brown hair was swept back, he wore a cross-chain around his neck, and he has a sharp jawline and kissable lips that tempted her to kiss.

She tried to back up a few steps, but she was met by the hard wall; he quickly trapped her between the wall and his arms, and she swallowed. His eyes scrutinized her so closely that she lowered her gaze and looked away.

"Arianna, your brother took something very important to me, and now," he said, stopping to stroke her cheek. "So, I'm taking something of his," he said quietly.

Her eyes narrowed when she realized what he meant: he meant to take her. She then tried to push him off of her, but he was able to snatch both her wrists and lift them above her head. He shook his head side to side while clicking his tongue.

"You're so naughty, sweetie."

"Let me go, I'm just his adopted sister! and even if you kill me now, he doesn't care! Don't you see where I am now!? I'm in this f*cking place because e sold me here! He didn't care about me!" she screams, her tears falling. He abruptly grabbed her jaw, tilting her head up and lowering his lips next to her ear.

"It's okay, you'll be useful to me," he growled into her ear.

"Do you-"

The sound of gunshots coming from the club cut her sentence short. That's all I could think about when her body decided to use all of its strength to push him off of her, she kicked him in the balls, and he grunted and fell to the floor. She started running out the door, pushing through the panicked crowd.

More gunshots were fired, but she didn't care because she was too preoccupied with finding Antonio. Guys stood on the ground, and people were dead on the floor. She turned around to see that the men who were shooting were wearing masks. She then noticed Antonio fighting off a man with blonde hair who was attempting to kill him.

"Don't touch him, you jerk face," she said as she jumped on the man's back and smacked his head with her heel. Antonio then began punching him in the face with his fist but suddenly someone grabbed her by the waist as everything happened so quickly. When she turned around, it was the guy from the private room who was clutching her against her shoulders. The blonde guy was stabbing Antonio all over his stomach.

"No!!! Antonio!" she screams as she tries to throw herself across the room to him, but the harder she fights, the tighter his grip becomes.

The private room guy yells at the men in masks, "Clean this f*cking mess up now!" and they all nod.

His eyes met hers, and she tried to fight him off, but his strength was no match for her. She punched and kicked as he pressed a white cloth against her nose. Her eyes began to feel heavy, and her arms and legs became weaker. When her legs became numb, he picked her up.

"Why are you doing this?" she mumbled faintly as her vision blurred.

"I'm going to keep you. You'll be mine forever," he said as Arianna fell asleep.