Chapter 5- Siren In the Club

Three days passed, and to my disappointment, Silvio hadn’t reached out to me, which frustrated me, and I was convinced he might have forgotten I existed, which scared the hell out of me.

That was why Eve called me; I knew she would be very upset, as she was already annoyed. I entered the place she had asked me to come to and found her leaning against the chair.

“You're late!” she snapped at me, swinging a glass of wine in her hand.

“I’m sorry, it took a while to get out of the mansion,” I said quietly, standing still with my head bowed.

She scoffed as she got to her feet and motioned for the men to leave. This was where I had stayed for six months, our meeting place.

As she walked toward the men, I braced myself for some scolding. She lifted my chin so I could look into her eyes.

“You can't fail; this is your last chance. I want you to reach him, even if it means losing yourself in the process,” she tells me. A chill runs down my spine. One thing I knew about Eve was her deep hatred for Silvio. I didn’t know their history or what had transpired between them, but her animosity was clear.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I will do my best, but I can't reach him. The maids are not allowed to visit the upper chambers unless given permission. I'm truly sorry," I whispered.

"That's why you have one more opportunity. Today, he will be meeting a business associate at the club, and we have access to the situation. He will be sitting on the right balcony, making him visible to everyone in the club," she explained. I looked at her, confused about how I was supposed to approach him in a crowded club.

"But how am I supposed to get his attention in a place full of people? That’s… nearly… impossible to comprehend," I stammered, meeting her icy gaze which had me keep shut.

Over the past few months, I realized I was merely a tool for her purposes, and I dreaded what she might do to me if I failed. She was a strict woman in her early fifties, with a cold eye, leaving with her I had seen how many lose their lives for a single mistake, she was cruel.

Before she took me in, I had to sign a contract stating that until our goal was achieved, I was hers, along with a non-disclosure agreement.

"Leave that to me. To get his attention, you need to be the most beautiful girl in the club, and it should be your idea on how to make him come to you," she said, nodding at someone behind me just as a designer entered with some clothes.

"And remember, this is your final chance; after this, there won't be another," she cautioned me, her warning sent a chill down my spine as I looked at her scared.

"I'm sorry, mistress, but I need this just as much as you do. I promise to give it my all," I replied, determined not to let her lose faith in me.

After all, I had nowhere else to go if she threw me out of her wing, and I doubt she would let me leave it I fail, even if she did. I was certain I couldn't return to my father; he hadn't even bothered to look for me since I went missing. If he cared, my mother had passed away, leaving me completely alone in this world.

"You better," she said as she exited the room.

It took me an hour for a makeover that transformed me totally. I wore a striking white dress designed to attract attention, cut just above my thighs to maximize its impact.

The dress clung to my figure, showcasing the shape I had worked hard to achieve over the past few months. My hair cascaded down my back in soft waves, and my makeup was flawless, though minimal, as I wanted Silvio to recognize me.

When the designer finished, I felt stunning. Soon, I made my way to the club, where our intel had informed us, that Silvio had arrived.

As I stepped into the club, the thumping beat of the music surrounded me, and I could feel its rhythm pulsing through my body.

The dimly lit space was vibrant with movement, people swaying to the music, lost in their own experiences.

A few curious glances were cast my way, but I ignored them as I headed to the bar.

"Could I get a vodka, please?" I asked the bartender, leaning casually against the counter. My eyes scanned the room, searching for something, or someone.

And then I spotted him, standing on the balcony to my right, deep in conversation, a glass of wine in his hand.

The bartender passed me my drink, and as I took a sip, a thought ignited in my mind.

How could I capture his attention?

I realized I had to make an effort, and a wild idea struck me, it could get me kicked out of the club but I had to give it a shot.

Without a second thought, I began to move to the music, allowing the rhythm to guide my body. I danced freely, surrendering to the beat, my hips swaying in sync with the sound.

Initially, I caught a few glances, but as I kept dancing, more and more people turned to watch me. I could feel the crowd's energy surrounding me, their interest sparked by my daring moves. Suddenly, it felt like I had their full attention.

I danced with more intensity, letting the music envelop me, my movements becoming smoother, more captivating, and alluring.

Then, as if it were planned, a group of people gathered around me, drawn in by the allure of my dance.

One of them, a tall, attractive man, locked eyes with me. With a playful grin, I leaned closer to him, my voice barely rising above the music.

"Could you please lift me onto that table?" I asked. He smiled back, his eyes glimmering with excitement.

"Absolutely," he replied, amusement lacing his voice. With that, he hoisted me onto his shoulders, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

As I danced on the table, the music swelling around me, I looked up and met his gaze, and to my surprise, he was looking right at me.

I held his stare as I swayed my waist; at that moment, all eyes were on me, but I didn’t mind. Perhaps it was fear that fueled my newfound confidence.

I saw him whisper to a security guard, never taking his eyes off me, and I smirked knowingly, certain it was all about me. Moments later, the security guard stood in front of me as I got on my knees, shaking my ass.

“The Boss, want you up there,” he informed me and I smirked, I should make him understand that I wasn’t that easy for him to take.

“If he wants me, tell him to come get me,” I whispered to his ear, and I could see his eyes widened from my request as I stood up again while the crowd cheered, as I swings round and danced harder.

Soon I could see the man tell Silvio, and I maintain eye contact, I could see his amusement turn to anger, as he broke his wine glass while storming away and I knew he was coming here.

I smiled a she stormed toward me the music paused as everyone looked at him. I stopped dancing as I smiled at him.

He stormed toward me and without a word he threw me over his shoulders, as he stormed upstairs again.

I giggled as my hair swing, and my ass hangs up in the air, I was loving this.

“When I say you do something, that’s what you should do!” he snapped as he slaps my ass, and I giggled at him.

Teasing him, and making him frustrated over me, it was much too enjoyable and I enjoyed it.

Soon we were in an office and he sets me down, without a word I took off my heels and ran to his chair while I sat on it and swings around.

I could hear the men gasped around but I didn’t care, it was a risk I was willing to take, Silvio was feared by everyone, maybe if I can be different things can go really well.

“You!” He growled out and I looked at me.

“Missed me,” I said in a teasing voice as he walked toward me.

“You are in so much trouble young lady,” he growled as he walked closer to me.