21. Torture!

Grace's pov

My eyes wondered around the club. I thought it's some kind of business party. What are we doing in club. I am not dressed according to the club code.

Guards quickly opened the door for us, may be they know him. We entered the club and first floor was empty. Only clicking voice of cutlery by the waiters.

He led me towards second floor and I visibly gulped when I saw people there.

Chairs were arranged in rectangular form. Few of them were already sitting on the velvet chairs.

Chief greeted few of them in Italian and sat on his chair. I was about to sit beside him but he grabbed my wrist and gestured me to sit on his lap.

What!?

I have never sit on his lap. It will be so uncomfortable and why would I sit on devil's lap like a child.

"Chief, can I sit there?"

I asked hesitated.

He glared at me and pulled me on his lap.

I gasped when I landed on his lap but quickly composed myself. He wrapped his hand around my waist and other rested on my thigh.

"Don't u