SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

*****Ashley*****

I strolled into one of the famous strip clubs owned by my father with Jake. I have been told Noah was here, doing shady businesses and getting down with some naughty chicks. My phone beeped in my bag. I pulled out the phone from my bag and signaled Jake to go look for Noah while I read the text I had gotten from Dave. It read: The job is done.

I smiled at the text and shoved my phone back into my bag. I had released a huge sum of money to bribe some corrupt government officials so they would get Xander fired, so he would have no option but to come to me. The time I gave him was up; it was one hour until midnight. I would be waiting for his call. I smirked to myself as I heard Jake calling me. “My queen, I found him!” He yelled. I looked around and found him standing behind Noah, who was pouring alcohol on the butt of a stripper that was shaking her big ass like her life depended on it. The splash of the alcohol was touching Noah’s clothes, but he didn’t care; he just kept emptying the bottle on her ass while he smacked it with one hand, and her soft butt jiggled like a million times.

I slowly ambled to where Noah was and stood behind him. “Noah, we need to talk.” I said in a cold tone. “What? I can’t hear you over this loud music!” he shouted.

“I said we needed to talk!” I replied, raising my voice. “Talk about what? Or our engagement party?” He inquired.

“Not that, something more important…like my father’s life.” I said with gritted teeth, although I also wanted to talk about Chris.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Come with me; I will be outside this place waiting for you.” I said.

“I am not going; I am having fun. Let’s talk tomorrow.” He replied. Ugh! He was getting on my nerves. I felt like strangling him to death. I gnashed my teeth and glared at him. I leaped forward and grabbed a handful of his hair, dragging him out of the strip club with me without waiting for his response. It turned out he was a chicken without his bodyguards, and the fact that he was drunk gave me some advantage. I tossed him out of the strip club. He staggered backward, staring at me, and tossed the empty bottle of alcohol on the floor.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” He asked, walking closer to me with a smile on his face. We were just an inch apart, but I could smell the awkward smell coming from his body; it reeked of alcohol and sweat. “Here is the deal…” he cut in before I could speak. “Shhh, you know how much I admire your father’s strip club; it has everything I need, everything a man wants, hot bitches and drinks.” He remarked. “If we get married, I want you to give me this strip club as dowry.” He said it with a toothy grin that made me angry. I moved closer to him, grabbing a handful of his shirt. “Don’t even think of that… this strip club belongs to my father; he invested a lot of money in this place to make it the way it is today, and I am not gonna let someone like you take it away from him.” I said.

“What if he dies? Won’t his property automatically belong to me?” He asked smiling widely. I got mad and punched him hard in the face. “You! I came here because I want you to stop this game you are playing and let my dad go; I also want you to figure out a way to get Chris out of jail.” I declared. He let out an alcoholic gas that made me screw up my face. “…What if I don’t wanna do that? You can’t force me to do your bidding; just because you are a queen doesn’t mean I should listen to you.” He said to my face, which made me realize he was a little sober. I quickly let go of his shirt. He braced his face, which was red due to my punch. “I said I want you to let go of my father; you can’t endanger his life because you want to get married to me.” I said gritting my teeth.

“But that’s the only way to get you, baby.” He said in a seductive tone. I closed my eyes and remembered Jake’s advice: I didn’t want to lose my father; perhaps pretending to want this moron will keep my father safe.

“What if…” I said moving closer to him. “What if you don’t have to hold my father hostage to get to me? What if I want to be with you now?” I said, resting my hand on his dirty chin. His expression changed into a curious one. “I don’t believe you… you wouldn’t want to get married to me.” He said in a low tone, maintaining eye contact with me. “What if I have changed my mind and I want to be with you?” I said massaging his stupid face with my slender fingers while I gave him fake smiles, although I just wanted to kill him.

“I don’t believe you.” He said.

“You have to believe me; I want you now, Noah; I want to be with you.” I muttered, moving my face closer to his. I could hear Jake’s slight chuckle behind me, but I ignored it. “Then prove it; prove you want me,” he declared with a straight face. I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. This was for you, dad. I pulled him closer to me, landed my lips on his, and kissed his alcoholic lips, which made me want to puke, and pulled away. A big smile curled on his ugly face; his eyes were filled with lust, and I knew he was surprised by my action, and I felt the urge to spit.

“I want you now, so why don’t you stop this game and let my father go, and we can still be together without involving him.” I said, trying to get into his head as he looked at me with dreamy eyes, his eyes lingering on my lips like he wanted another kiss. Oh God!