LOGINIt was the same routine for the next days that followed. She helps Eli with his school work and mini projects, and she keeps herself busy with house chores. Luxe drops by from time to time.
But Rico still hasn't contacted her. She couldn't help but imagine different scenarios in her head. 'Does he still want me or not? Or did he die or something?' She tried to get any information from Bruno, but he was tight-lipped. She gave up the questions. Come to think of it, she should be glad he isn't here. At least, she's free from fucking anybody and just living like a normal person. 'Your life can never be normal, Lyra,' something reminded her. And it was true. She's given up on having a dream, a good life, a boyfriend, or any of that stuff years ago. Now, all that mattered was her brother and his future. She hated her dad for putting her in this position. Becoming a sex worker at a young age isn't something she had planned for her future, but there was nothing else she could do. Work as an escort at Velvet Club or risk losing her only family left. *** It has been a month and four days since she signed the contract. Rico still hasn't contacted her, and she couldn’t contact him either. He's her boss and her services are to be fucked and to pleasure him. Not to call or worry about him. The strange thing was that he still made the weekly deposits to her account. Why is he paying her when she hasn't rendered services yet? She sighed and glanced at the wall clock; it was almost ten at night. Eli was sleeping peacefully on the couch, with his head on her thighs. They just finished watching a sci-fi movie as it is Friday. She gently tapped his shoulders. "Wake up, buddy. It's time for bed," he groaned in protest, refusing to get up. "I know, I know... but you'll be more comfortable if you lie on your bed." She would have carried him herself to his room, she always did it in the past. But he's bigger now, and weighs almost like her. "No... I want to sleep... some more," he blabbered some more, and she chuckled. Just then, a text popped up on her phone, and she grabbed it to check who it was from. [Be ready by 11pm. You'll be attending a party with me.] Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. It's Rico. Rico De Romano finally contacted her. "Okay, Eli. For real now, get up!" This time, she aggressively taps him to wake up, but not in a bad way. He was fully awake now, sitting upright. He scratched his eyes with the back of his hand. "Go to your room. You'll sleep better there," she urged him. She got up, typing 'noted' and hitting send. She hurriedly grabbed the empty bag of Cheetos and the plate of leftover popcorn, heading to the kitchen with them. He squinted his eyes, his head tilted to the side. "Going somewhere?" "Uh– yes. I just got called. And I really need to get ready," she trashed the Cheetos bag and dropped the plate of popcorn on the sink and rushed upstairs. She stopped and held the railings of the stairs, turning back to her brother, "Don't wait up for me, okay?" He nodded and she left to get changed. *** She had a five-minute shower and now she was in her wardrobe. He didn’t tell her a dress code, or something he'd want to see her in. But he did say it was a party, so she had an idea of what she should be wearing. She took out a silver sequins mini skirt, then paired it with a black deep V-neck spaghetti strap top. A black stiletto and a red glitter purse. She did a quick makeup look, and applied the brightest shade of red she could find. Her hair was let down and she was good to go. Eli was already asleep in his room. Calla left and Bruno was already waiting for her outside. 'Rico must have informed him about me,' she thought. Without wasting more time, she hopped into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. Bruno started the car and they left She glanced occasionally at Bruno, wanting to ask a question about the party and what it's about. "Did he tell you what kind of party it is?" She asked, he looked at her but quickly looked back to focus on the road, "Your boss, I mean. What is the party about?" Bruno only shrugged without saying anything. Calla sighed. It was obvious he didn't want to be talking to her. She must as well be talking to a statue. She remained silent the rest of the ride until they reached. It was a club. No no, the best club in the city. 'Lust & Lace' is well known in the country. Not just anyone is allowed entry, only the elites of the elites, the wealthy of the wealthiest. Where she works at Velvet Club isn't half near Lust & Lace. This place was sinful with lots of open sexual activities, stripping, and public BDSM. 'Why did he ask to meet here?' She pondered. She's never been here before, and she couldn’t wait to see what it looks like inside. She stepped out of the car and walked to the entrance. A long line of people was waiting to get in, and she walked past them. "Hey girl! Don't you see there's a line here?" Someone shouted, grabbing her attention. She ignored him and walked to the bouncer. He was at least five inches taller than her, so she had to stretch her head to look her him. With arms folded, he scrutinized her. "Go back to the line," his voice came in deep and scary. 'Shit! That was quite embarrassing,' something in her head said. She swallowed her embarrassment, not knowing what to do. Bruno was trying to park the car, so he told her. The guy who called her about the line let out a loud scoff, and others joined him to laugh. She bit her lip and reached out for her phone in her purse. "Look, I was asked to–" She didn't go far with her words before Bruno spoke behind her. "Let her in Marco." The bouncer quickly straightened up as he saw Bruno. She thought Bruno was just a bodyguard, who knew he had this much power. Calla's lip morphed into a proud smirk. She turned to the rude stranger and passed him a middle finger, flipped her hair, and walked into the club. With Bruno closely behind. *** The rumors were true. Lust & Lace was exactly how people whispered it to be. From the outside, it looked like any other high-end club, but the moment Calla stepped through the black double doors, she entered a different world. Red lights glowed low, casting shadows that danced across the dark walls. The air was warm and heavy with perfume, sweat, and something darker. Music thumped through the floor, slow and deep, matching the rhythm of the bodies moving all around. In the center, a glass stage held dancers who moved with confidence, slowly peeling off their clothes while the crowd watched without blinking. Around them, people kissed, touched, fucked, and gave in to desire right in the open. Some were tied up, some giving orders, others begging for more – every act was on display, without shame. Lust & Lace was honest in its madness. "Go upstairs," Bruno's order brought Calla back from her high. She nodded and pushed her way through the crowd and made her way up the stairs. Rico didn't tell her anything, only the time for the meeting, and it's almost eleven PM. She wasn't sure which booth he was in, and Bruno didn't care to tell her. She only hoped she wouldn't walk into the wrong booth and see a stranger's naked body. Not that it bothered her. She got to the top, and it was so obvious this was the VIP's booth. She walked majestically, not showing that she didn’t belong here. She saw a bouncer, and surprisingly he didn't stop her. "The last booth on your left," he only said. Maybe Rico had informed him of her arrival. Calla gave a quick nod and walked past him with her head high. She stood before the booth, and she didn't know what to do. 'Do I knock?' She shook her head as she turned the doorknob, pushed it, and walked in. Her eyes widened in shock. 'What. The. Fuck?'Calla's stares on Rico was cut short when Nonna Luisa walked in. She held a small tray, with a mug on it. Carefully, she placed it on the table, right in front of Rico. He didn't look at the woman once or utter a thanks. Calla had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his attitude. The least he could do was appreciate her for her efforts. But then again, he pays her, so she shouldn't expect any word of appreciation from him."Breakfast, in-a minute, eh?" Nonna Luisa said with a motherly smile on her face. She had a white apron tied around her waist, and a small towel hanging from the pocket. Her gray hairs were neatly covered with a hairnet.Rico nodded once without glancing at her. Nonna Luisa's gaze searched Calla and found her. She winked playfully at Calla then left. Calla stifled a laugh, her head bowed slightly. "Something funny?" Valentina asked with a scowl.Calla's head pushed up to look at Valentina, visibly confused "What?" "I heard you laugh," Valentina said, tilti
"And who made that decision?”Calla didn’t turn right away. She felt his presence before she saw him. Her brows furrowed, wondering why he was out of bed. She saw the doctor leave, so she knew the bullet had been taken out. He should be resting and recovering by now.The air changed, tightening around her chest. Slowly, she faced him, and her heart skipped. He was still pale, beads of sweat resting on his forehead. But his lips weren't too cracked as before."Why are you out of bed?" Calla asked."Since when did you give a fuck?" He threw back, a dark grin tugging his lips. Calla swallowed, her gaze fluttered before turning back to him."Rico I—""Who said you could stay. I asked you to leave."She lifted her chin even though her heart was pounding hard enough to hurt.“I did,” she said. “I’m not done here.”Valentina let out a sharp laugh, half disbelief, half anger. “You’ve got some nerve,” she snapped, looking between them. “After everything you’ve done—”“That’s enough,” Rico sa
Calla didn’t remember how she made it out of Rico’s room. Her legs moved on their own while her mind stayed behind, trapped in his words, in his cold eyes, in the way he looked at her like she was nothing. Her lips trembled the moment the door closed behind her, and the tears she had been holding back finally spilled. She pressed a hand to her mouth, swallowing the sound, her chest aching as she cried silently.Every word he had thrown at her replayed in her head. They were sharp and cruel, cutting deeper each time. 'Whore.''Liar.''Nothing.'It hurt so badly she felt it in her bones, but she wiped her cheeks roughly and forced herself to breathe. He had pushed her away again, ordered her to leave like she meant nothing, but this time she refused to disappear quietly. Not now, not after everything.She straightened her shoulders and walked downstairs.The living room lights were on, casting a harsh glow over the space. Valentina was there, sitting stiffly, but she shot to her feet
Rico lay quietly on his bed, his chest rising and falling heavily. The room was empty now, Calla having left only minutes ago, but her presence still lingered like a bruise he couldn’t touch.He hurled the whiskey bottle at the wall, the crash loud enough to shake the room, glass flying everywhere as the amber liquid splashed down the wall.A groan tore from his chest as his hand moved instinctively to his wounds. His jaw was clenched tight, his face and lips pale as porcelain, pain and anger sitting clearly in his expression.He pulled in a rough breath, then another, trying to steady himself, trying not to let everything tear him apart at once.Calla had walked in like she belonged there. Like she belonged in his life. Like she hadn’t lied straight to his face or made him look like a fool in front of his men—they now know about Calla, Sandro had pulled footage from Marco's hideout during his hacking.She had acted like she cared, and he hated that part the most, because for a moment
Calla stood there in shock. Her eyes unblinking and lips apart. The slap had meant nothing, and she barely felt it. What hurt her most was the news of Rico being shot and in critical condition.It tore her apart not knowing why he got shot. How he was right now, or where he was. A gut-wrenching feeling tugged painfully from her throat to her stomach. Her fingers trembled, and her knees grew weak. Valentina's voice slowly drowned out. Calla didn't know when the man came and held Valentina, to restrain her. Her feet moved lightly before she could control them. Another step and another, till she was already moving up the steps.She could hear Valentina's screams, calling her back and cussing at her, but she kept moving forward.She moved past the many doors, a particular one on her mind, her heart thudding loudly.As she reached Rico's room, she didn't care to knock. One single twist of the knob led her inside. She gasped at the horrifying sight before her.The white mattress was soaked
Calla is heavily distraught and unsettled. Now in her room, she hasn't been able to sleep since Rico left. Still in shock at what happened, her body trembling and her lips quivering.She paced mindlessly, her legs tired now, but her mind still fully awake."Stupid... stupid," she muttered to herself, her palm connecting to her forehead. She knew she had to do something to fix the damage. It may not be entirely, but at least, to get back on his good side.A frustrated sigh slipped from her lips. She paused and slumped on the edge of the bed. Her feet thumped lowly against the floor as her mind wandered.Her gaze drifted to the damaged burner phone, scattered over the ground. She exhaled and gathered the parts she could find, then came back to her position on the bed.She stared at the phone parts in her hands, and a laugh tore through her.Her shoulders shook, and her eyes teared up. "Why did I keep the chip and phone so close by?" She asked herself in between laughter. "Like who the







