Jordan Miller
~•~"I'm… gonna swinggggg from the chandelier, from the chandelier!" I watched Catherine slide on the ground, her knees scraping the floor as she sang her heart out. "I'm… gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist."I smiled wryly. If only I could live like that; like the next day didn't exist, like I didn't have to worry about finding money for my tuition if I didn't want to be forced to take a student loan. And one thing I hated was being in debt, which was why I paid off my father's debt as soon as possible, even if I never knew about it until he was gone.In a way, I was jealous of Catherine. She was living without a care in the world while I was there trying to think of ways to make a living.It was the only reason my friends were at my place at that moment. When I'd come back from the mansion last Friday, all my supplies were gone. I didn't know how they knew where I kept them, but they did and managed to strip them away from me. Alessandro had been fucking serious when he said I was fired. I didn't think he was bluffing, but I also didn't think he would act that fast. Since then, I didn't know what to do.I had tried applying for jobs close to the university, but no place was hiring. The only one that had a vacancy offered seven dollars per night and I could only work three nights a week. Of course, I didn't take it. Seven dollars couldn't pay my tuition."You're thinking again." A whisper in my ear from Spencer brought me back to reality and I smiled sheepishly at him. "Just like you've been doing these past few days."He was right. For the past few days, I was always caught lost in my thoughts. They didn't know why though. They thought I had a full scholarship, just like Spencer, and only had to worry about rent and feeding.At the beginning of our sophomore year, Catherine had suggested we rent a place together, wanting to reduce the money I needed to spend each month, but I refused. I couldn't have her around drugs. She was a recovering addict. Besides, I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone to know what I've been up to, was up to."Jordan." Spencer raised an inquiring eyebrow that had me shaking my thoughts away."Sorry, sorry. Just thinking about stuff."I said it dismissively, expecting him to drop it, but this was Spencer we were talking about. He wasn't my best friend if he didn't take everything I said seriously. He turned me around on the couch so I was facing him properly. "What's wrong?"Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Blake eyeing us suspiciously. I held back a chuckle. I knew he had a thing for me, but I didn't know how I would break it to him that it wouldn't happen.I opened my mouth to say nothing, but Spencer shot me a stern look. I chewed my bottom lip as I tried to think about what to tell him."I lost my job."Spencer's face scrunched up in confusion. He was quite adorable with that expression on. "How?"Jordan, think. "Uh… Some people reported my account, I guess, and it was taken down.""Create a new one then." He shrugged as though that was the solution to my problem. I wish it was that easy."Do you know how hard it is to get a job with a new account? I'd have to start building my career from the ground up." I was exasperated, even if that wasn't what I was annoyed about. It was Alessandro. Thinking about him made my blood boil and I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him in a while. How could he just strip someone of their means of living and not feel remorse? "Temporary career," I added when a cocky smile formed on his lips.He pursed his lips. "I don't know. Maybe, I could talk to my manager and see if he's hiring?""Don't worry about it, Spence. I'm sure I'll figure it out." And I would. I just didn't know how yet.A couch cushion landing on my face broke our conversation and I looked at the culprit with a scowl on my face. Catherine smiled sheepishly at me. "You guys are acting secretive."Spencer shrugged. "It's not a secret. It's just—" this time, I hit him on the face with the cushion that was thrown at me. When he gave me an appalled look, I gave him a look that read that he should keep his mouth shut because it indeed was a secret.I didn't want all of them to start worrying about me, and I definitely didn't want my unemployment to be the topic of our conversation tonight.Spencer dragged his thumb and index finger across his lips in a zip-like motion and then turned to meet Catherine and Blake's curious gazes. "Turns out it is a secret, sorry."I facepalmed. Sometimes, Spencer could be an idiot.***Catherine batted her eyelashes seductively and the bouncer let us in. I was quite shocked, Catherine didn't seem like the type to socialize with people like that.After a movie together at my place, we'd decided to hit a club. The guys had to go home and get ready while I and Catherine got ready at my place. I was a bit thinner than her, but I had a few dresses that would suit her, considering I loved dresses a lot.My dress on her was overly fitted and accentuated all her curves, which was probably why the bouncer let us in without a problem after she whispered something in his ear and batted her lashes at him. Pretty girl privileges.After that, the boys had come back to pick us up, so we could all go together, and for once, I wasn't the designated driver. Spencer, understanding my predicament, took on the role."I'll go get us drinks. Find us a table." Catherine told us before she disappeared into the crowd."I'll go with her," Spencer announced as he followed after her."You okay?" Blake spoke into my ear because of how loud the music was as we went to find a table. I was sure he'd been itching to ask me that, but we hadn't been left alone since Spencer announced that it was a secret.I almost licked my lips but restricted myself so I wouldn't mess up my lipstick. "Yeah. I am."Blake's eyes followed me as he pushed through the crowd, creating space for us to walk. He didn't believe me, which was why he said, "If you say so."We finally found a table and I was about to sit down when something caught my eye. I froze, causing Blake to frown as he was waiting for me to take a seat."Jordan?"I blinked repeatedly. "I need to go to the restroom. Save my drink.""But we just got…" the rest of his voice faded into oblivion as I dashed down towards the direction I saw him. Well, as much as I could run in a crowded room. That was until a guard stopped me though and I realized I'd reached where customers weren't allowed to go.The guard eyed me. "Who're you?"I wanted to answer him, but then I saw that Alessandro was about to disappear through a door behind the guard, and I did one of the stupidest things; the only thing I could think about at the moment. "Alessandro!"Alessandro paused and turned around with a furrowed eyebrow, his face contorting in anger when he saw me. I gulped as he marched toward me and I started to wonder what the hell I was thinking when I decided to follow him."Boss, you know her?"Alessandro didn't answer the guard as he held my hand in a tight grip, pulling me along with him. As soon as we passed the door, he let go. "What the fuck is your problem? Did you come looking for me?""No," I shook my head in fear. I'd forgotten how scary he could be. "I came here with my friends.""And then you followed me? Why?"His harsh gaze almost made me not talk at all. "I— I just wanted t-to talk to you."He laughed and started walking down the dimly lit hallway. I followed him. "If it's about the drug dealing, sweetheart, I'm not changing my mind on it."I had a strong feeling he wouldn't. Alessandro didn't look like the kind of person that could be swayed. "But…""No buts," he interjected sternly. "Turn around and go back to your friends if you value your innocence."I frowned. I didn't think I was innocent, but I wondered what he meant by that. "I'm not innocent."Alessandro stopped walking and turned around sharply. I took a step back in fear. He let his gaze run across my body and I shivered, the thin short material seeming non-existent.It felt like he was looking right at my naked body, and not at the dress I'd bought for myself a few weeks ago after making great sales. If I knew I would've lost my job, I wouldn't have wasted my money on it.It was a plain red dress with single spaghetti straps that had a deep v-neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and ended just below my ass. It was complemented with a pair of four inches silver stilettos. I knew I looked hot, and Alessandro just verified that by the lust in his gaze."You aren't innocent, but I was talking about your mind. You shouldn't follow me if you don't want it to be tainted with darkness." He resumed walking again, expecting me to follow, and I did. "Besides, why are you dressed like a hooker?""What if I'm a hooker?""Wouldn't be surprised." We stopped at a door and he glanced at me again, his gaze lingering on my breasts for a while before snapping back to my eyes. "If you follow me inside this door, I can assure you you won't remain the same. I'm about to kill a few people and it won't be as easy as you saw the last time. These people deserve torture and that's what I'm going to give to them. Do you really want to see lone limbs scattered across a room? Want to see what happens when a person defies me?""N-no." I let out a shaky breath, not even hesitating to process his words. I'd heard his method of torturing was ruthless and I didn't want a front-row seat to that.He smiled wickedly and I watched as a cloud of darkness overtook him. "Good. Now, take your pretty ass back to your friends and find a legal job because you're not getting your old one back."Alessandro didn't wait for a reply from me before he opened the door and disappeared behind, the strong stench of blood hitting me full force in the two seconds that the door was opened.As advised, I went back to my friends, telling them I got lost when they asked why I took long. I found myself taking shots after shots, trying to get Alessandro out of my mind and the way he looked at me.My friends tried to stop me, but Spencer assured them that I needed it for this one night. I'd kill him the next day for that though. No one liked waking up with a hangover.I drank and danced and drank and danced, and I was pretty sure I did more drinking than dancing, which was what influenced my bad decisions.When I saw Alessandro leaving the club, I followed after him again, hoping I could give him reasons why I needed the job, but when I got outside, I only saw the dust his car left behind as it was driven away from the club.Pouting in annoyance, I called Carlo. He didn't answer at first, but I didn't give up. I called until he finally picked up, greeting me with an annoyed, "what?""I need to talk to your boss.""I'm not getting killed for you, Jordan."I scrunched up my nose. Alessandro wouldn't really kill him, would he? "Pretty please, Carlo. I really really need it for school.""Are you drunk?""That's not the point." I giggled. "Just tell me when he'll be around, so I can come to convince him not to fire me.""That won't be possible.""If you don't tell me, I'll come anyway." I hissed in annoyance. "And then, I'll tell him you told me to come."If I wasn't intoxicated, I wouldn't have had the courage to talk to him like that, and I think he thought the same because he clicked his tongue in anger. "I'll let this go because you're drunk. I'll ask him if he wants to see you, I can't guarantee you'll get an answer though."Carlo didn't wait for me to thank him before he hung up on me, and I giggled as I tried to find a pocket in my dress that had no pockets. If only I knew what I was getting into when I made that phone call.Jordan Miller~•~Today was the day I had to go to the Maurizio mansion and I was beginning to have double thoughts about it. Was it a good idea to go there?Alessandro had clearly told me that I wasn't getting my job back. What if he was only letting me go to his house just to punish me for my stubbornness? I'd been drunk when I made that phone call and the next time Carlo called me, I'd apologized for my behavior the other night, so I wasn't worried about him. Alessandro on the other hand…"Miss Miller," Professor Mark called out. "A word please."I groaned internally and told my friends not to wait up for me. I packed up all my stuff and approached his desk hesitantly as Catherine exited the room, along with the rest of the class, winking at me as she did so. I snickered."Something funny, Miss Miller?""Oh, cut the formalities, Professor." I snorted. "Why'd you call me?"Professor Mark shook his head in disbelief. "Someone needs to tame you…" he said it so quietly, that I was sure
Jordan Miller~•~"Let me drive you home."Since Blake had picked me up in the morning, I accepted the offer. He waited for me as I put on my clothes. Sometime during our rendevous, I'd gone completely naked and as I finished wearing my top and skirt, I looked at him in amusement. "Am I getting my panties back?""Nope." He put them in his pocket and I shook my head as we left his office, going down to the parking lot. Thankfully, there weren't a lot of people around when he opened the door for me.The ride to my apartment was silent. I was already beginning to regret what I'd done. It was an impulsive decision and somehow, I had a knack for those. I was lost in my thoughts until I felt his hand on my bare thigh, caressing it."It's not a bad thing to give into your desires, Jordan. Don't overthink it."I nodded, pushing it to the back of my mind. "You do know you could get fired if this gets out, right?""I don't care." As though wanting to emphasize his words, he moved his hand furth
Jordan Miller~•~It had been hours. I didn't know how many hours, but I knew it had been hours. I couldn't even tell the fucking time because when I patted myself for my phone, I couldn't find it. I didn't realize it when Alessandro took it.All I could do was sit on the cold ground, trying my hardest not to freak out when I saw white everywhere I looked in the windowless room.I was bored, I was hungry, I was thirsty, and most importantly, I was going out of my fucking mind. My throat was scratchy and parched. I'd screamed a lot when I realized that Alessandro had actually locked me in this room.I closed my eyes and tried to imagine various colors. That was what I'd been doing for the past hours. Had it been a day already? I couldn't tell because the room had remained the same since I was thrown in here.I looked over my body, gritting my teeth. I didn't realize it, but I'd been scratching myself, and I'd retained bruises from the scratching. It wasn't something new, but it wasn't
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro definitely wasn't thinking about me.He'd said he'd give me a job but still had to think of something. It had been a week. A very boring and unproductive week since I wasn't doing anything useful with my life.I'd expected Alessandro to think of something within a few days so I could go back home, but it seemed like I was the least of his problems. I barely even saw him. He was always out working. If he wasn't out, he was in his office, still working.I knew the mafia was a dangerous thing, but I didn't know what exactly they dealt with apart from drugs and firearms. Alessandro must be doing more than that though because he was always fucking busy. It was infuriating.I had nothing to do in his house either. I didn't have my phone or my laptop to keep me busy. I couldn't leave the mansion. Once, I was casually strolling around and giving myself the tour Alessandro or his men never gave me, but as soon as I reached the door, the guard on duty shooed me away
Jordan Miller~•~"You never told me why you were looking for me."Startled, I jumped at the sudden voice in my ear. It was two days later, and after avoiding Alessandro for as long as I could, he finally caught me off guard."If I didn't know any better, I'd think you are avoiding me."I knew it was a bad idea for me to be in the lounge, knowing Alessandro could very well pass by at any moment, but I didn't have a choice. Unlike Alessandro's room, my room didn't have a TV, and I had to watch something so I wouldn't be bored out of my mind.Alessandro dropped beside me. "When I talk to you, sweetheart, I expect to get a response." He growled slightly. It seemed like he always got worked up when he was around me.I slowly turned to the side, chewing my lip. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to talk to him without remembering what I saw. How that girl lay helplessly on the bed as he took what he wanted from her, both of them enjoying it more than they should. Add that to the
Alessandro Maurizio~•~"What the fuck do you mean it was just laying around?" I demanded, scrunching up the piece of paper in my hand tightly.Leo scratched the back of his neck nervously, taking a step back, clearly uncomfortable at the fact that he was standing so close to me while I was angry. He was pretty scary, the scar on his face making him even more so. I was wary of him sometimes, but at this moment, he had every reason to be scared."I found it on the ground." He explained again, the answer still not satisfying me. "I was doing my usual round around the house and I just saw an odd piece of paper that stood out among the flowers.""You didn't see anyone around the area? Someone that could've caught your attention?" I questioned, feeling slightly frustrated. "No, sir. I'm sorry." Damn right, he had to be sorry. He was the head of security, and it was his responsibility if someone could get through the gate unnoticed to drop off a threat."Get the fuck out." I seethed, comin
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro was a bastard. He was a jerk, a dick, an asshole, but he was also a smart man.I looked at my phone in disgust, trying with all my might to resist throwing it against the wall. I had gotten what I'd been asking for any opportunity I got, but it made me want to strangle Alessandro. He said he hated me being fake. Let's see how real I could get when I get my hands on him.As usual, he'd disappeared for days, today being the third day, so I couldn't even get through to him to ask him what the hell he did with my sim card. My phone was in my hands, but it hadn't felt so far away. Not even when Alessandro was holding it hostage.For lack of a better word, my phone was useless as I couldn't access the fucking internet. I couldn't even text my friends. I could see their previous texts though, all of them asking about my whereabouts. There was a reply-obviously from Alessandro-telling them I was fine. The audacity.My cheeks burned in embarrassment when I saw text
Jordan Miller~•~"You're not serious, are you?" I spluttered. I thought he'd forgotten about me barging on him, but who was I kidding? And what the hell did he mean by being watched."Damn serious," Alessandro replied, not an ounce of humour in his voice. I looked around the club again. I was certain he wasn't talking about being waitress here. And the only other thing I could see women doing for money was stripping. I shook my head, stepping back. "No way."He caught me by the waist before I could move away too much. "Why not?" He asked curiously. At least, it didn't seem like he was about to force me. With everything I'd done since I arrived at his place, I expected him to. Maybe, he just wasn't as cruel as most people painted him as."Why not?" I repeated. "What if people see me? Then, they go spread the word that I'm a stripper? Word flies fast in my school, Alessandro. I can't have that.""That's what you're worried about?" He laughed. "People seeing? You are a different breed