Damsel In Distress II

I turn my head to where she's looking and spot two men looking down at us from what is by all accounts a more modest second floor.

One is more youthful looking with a major nose and the other is more established looking with marginally silver hair.

When I caught the older man's eye, he winked and whispered something into the younger man's ear, subtly pointing in our direction.

They are standing on the balcony looking down at us.

"He's after you." As I look back at Monique, she sings, and I don't respond to her excitement.

"If Mr. Gongalez is here, you will have the best chance of getting to him up there.

Additionally, that man is your best bet." My brows twitch. I wasn't a dancer trying to get to know Alejandro; she had it all wrong.

I turn to see the younger man from the balcony and feel a hand on my forearm before I can correct the misunderstanding.

He sends me a surged grin prior to laying his hand on my back and directing me away from Monique.

I frown as I look up at Big Nose. "Forgive me." I say something in an effort to free myself from his grasp, but he ignores me and moves toward some stairs.

"VIP has requested a private dance for this one." He communicates with the bouncer.

"Uh, forget about it " I mumble, pushing him off me however before I can pivot, his arm generally grasps my lower arm and he pull me towards the steps.

"Puttana, shut up. You have been hired to carry out our orders". He spits out of anger. (Whore)

"You were chosen by my business partner. So except if you maintain that I should push the barrel of my weapon up your pussy and shoot, I propose you shut up and tune in."

As he effectively drags me up the staris, he yells harshly, his saliva covering my ear.

I gaze at the man in a blend of frightfulness and disdain.

Never had I at any point been conversed with this way. "I don't do stripping. Release me."

When we reach the top of the stairs, he doesn't say anything but pushes me forward toward the VIP lounge.

With loungers and a small stage, the space is smaller than the downstairs.

It was still big enough for about a dozen men to sit around, but only Big Nose and the older man who was now looking at me were there.

"Leave me!" I scream and thrash against him while frantically searching for a familiar face.

"Obviously you just needed to pick the most troublesome one, Gio." I'm shoved forward into the old man as Big Nose puffs.

The man grabs me with his arms. But she is jaw-dropping. Take a look at this one; you don't see many like it." He expresses grinning in wonderment as he looks down at me.

I rub up against him in an effort to get away, but he won't let me, and as tears well up in my eyes, I start to panic.

"Hello, hi. Cucciola, don't worry; I'll take good care of you." According to he, his hands traveling to my robe, successfully fixing the tie uncovering the front of my nighttie. (Puppy)

I push him away from me with all my might. He stumbles back and settles into one of the lounge chairs, laughing sadistically.

He stares up at my body with a primal look of lust on his face as he widens his legs.

"Cazzo. So young and flawless. "Dance for me," he murmurs as I stand before him, frantically looking for a way out. (Fuck)

"No." I spit back at the disgusting man in anger. I glance around to see a corridor furthur down the space and when one of the entryways opens, I perceive the man rising up out of it, his football construct and hummed hair difficult to miss.

I run toward Marco, who is walking further down the hallway with his back to me, feeling a surge of relief. "Mar-" is all I can say before I'm pulled back by my hair, thrown to the ground, and left to watch Marco's back disappear into a different room.

"Puttana does not pay attention". As he tightens his grip on my hair, I hear Big Nose squirm from behind me. (Bitch)

I rut to the floor while an unforgiving kick to my side has Huge Nose's loafered foot diving into my side.

"Get your act together." When I look up, all I see is a pistol's barrel.

My body is filled with a loud, terrified cry.

As he grabs me by the hair and pulls me toward the older man, Gio, it only makes the man growl in frustration.

"Sit on my lap, cucciola," I said. I'm moving forward as the cold barrel digs into my back while he tuts and pats his thigh. I slowly move forward, only for Gio to forcefully drag me onto his thigh.

"Try not to cry, I'll possibly hurt you in the event that you get rowdy." He snatches my jaw generally and turns my head towards him as he wipes the tears away.

As silent tears flow down my cheeks, all I can do is shake as my lower lip wobbles.

"Quiet the screw down and quit crying."

"I want to see that ass in my face, which is the only reason I haven't shot her yet".

Big Nose groans from somewhere around me.

"fuck Gio, my patience is dwindling." As he proceeds to remove my silk robe and move across the room, the man on my lap rolls his eyes at Big Nose.

"Calm down, Mr Galanti wouldn't appreciate you killing one of his whores"

"It's likely he'd enjoy it. He generally despised whiny puttane." Behind me, a big nose snorts.

The notice of Alejandro's name has my ears livening and I disregard Gio's terrible hands holding at my midriff.

"Alejandro? Call Alejandro, and he'll tell you that this is a mistake". Gio pulls my face violently in his direction, bruising my face.

"That is Mr. Gonzalez to you. Puttana, be respectful." He spits and afterward he smacks me across the face.

As the sting runs up the side of my face, I take a deep breath and cannot help but cast a desperate glance in the direction of the hallway Marco just entered to observe an opening door.

When I see a large group of men I don't recognize walk out and start talking to each other, my heart skips a beat and then crashes.

I had no choice. I try to get up one last time, but the man holds me against him and moves his grip to my arm.

I then notice the tall brown-haired head emerging from the room behind the men.

I scream his name at the top of my lungs while Alejandro is speaking and shaking the hand of another man.

"Alejandro! Ethan!" Before my own blood-curdling scream abruptly cuts me off, I yell through tears and hear a loud, ringing bang.

I slowly tip my head up to the space on the wall directly above me as the air leaves my lungs.

The shot opening is new and the smoke from the drywall sprinkles into the hair on the highest point of my head.

I'm too dazed to hear the music in VIP quieting down as I whimper. I start to shake with fear when Big Nose's voice gets louder than ever.

"Puttana, that was a warning shot. If you keep crying, the next one will be right in your face!"

My heart rate increases, my teeth find my lower lip to stop the sobs, and I look around at the dozens of men who have come to watch the commotion. None of them are Ethan or Alejandro.

"Why on earth are you piercing my walls with bullets?"

Quietness occupies the room as the reverberation of a profound prevailing voice waits, the main sound being the light mumble of individuals murmuring around us.

I recognize the familiar Italian voice as I sigh in relief as the men disperse like a red sea. I knew the tone because I had been around Alejandro long enough.

The attention was drawn to that strikingly powerful rumble. "Alessio." As I watch him emerge from the crowd and take in the scene before him, my voice is weak.

His focus shifts from Big Nose to the hole in the wall to the man and me before finally settling on Big Nose.

Before outrage takes over and his face goes cold, his eyes are fixed on where Gio's hand is firmly gripping my forearm as I witness his stoic facade fall apart.

The subsequent I visually engage with him, a wail of help rakes through me and my head drops in shame.

"Leave the girl behind." The whispering of voices completely stops, and the atmosphere becomes tense, as I hear him say, his voice dangerously calm.