Chapter 6 Make me

LYRA

Well, it’s not like I ever slept with him. He had plenty of other women to keep him satisfied, since he liked to say I was 'always too dry.'

I decided to let them be and attend to other customers after a little while. His bimbo was already starting to get red in the face just by staring at me.

Chuckling, I served them their drinks at their table and whispered to her, "Relax, he's all yours" then I made my way back to the counter.

"I guess he still hasn't changed his ways." Sandra snorted and I scoffed.

"Someone like him can never change, he's got pussy for a brain," I grumbled and we both laughed.

The next few hours were going peaceful and normal but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I turned towards the dark corner Sandra had pointed to before and I noticed the figure still sitting there.

I felt uneasy, my phone hadn't rung the whole day which made me feel even more suspicious.

I had ignored my dad's orders to go back home today and it was almost midnight but everything seemed peaceful.

Maybe he had decided to just give up on trying to get me home. I was still going to attend the wedding but I wasn't going back to the same place my grandmother took me from.

Just as I was lost in thought, Enzo, my boss walked in and went straight to the dark corner. I watched as he smiled and exchanged a few words before suddenly turning towards me with a frown.

I was confused but I didn't think much of it, I just continued serving drinks until I felt everywhere suddenly going quite.

I placed the ice bucket I was holding on the table in front of me with a smile before turning back to get more orders but then, my face came in contact with a wall.

Wait. I didn't know there was a wall here!

I held my aching nose and took a step back, only to find my gaze locked with bright emerald irises that gleamed in the dim light.

'Oh no!!'

I screamed internally as my heart took a leap out of my chest and left me standing there with my eyes opened wide like a deer caught in headlight.

"Hello, Red" he smirked.

Standing in front of me was Mr intruder staring down at me with a smirk.

I had spent the entire day trying not to think about him or the embarrassingly stupid thing I’d done, reassuring myself I’d never have to see him again. And of course...there he was, standing in front of me in all his annoyingly handsome glory.

Frowning, I took a step to the side with the intention of walking past him but he saw right through me.

"And where do you think you're going?" He stopped me and I cursed under my breath.

I squeezed my eyes shut to calm myself down before looking back up, only to notice that everyone in the club was staring at me, including Sandra and Enzo.

The fuck??

They all looked scared or wary but I didn't think much of it because all I could think about was getting away from him.

Ignoring his question, I took hurried steps towards the counter and breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed he wasn't following me.

"What just happened?" Sandra asked, her eyes as wide as a saucepan.

"What do you mean?" I asked without staring at her.

"What do you mean, what do I mean?" She whispered yell and I finally looked up at her to see something akin to fear in her eyes.

Chuckling nervously, I asked worriedly "Are you alright?"

"No I'm not. You didn't tell me you knew Dante Russo!!" She yelled again in a very low voice.

"And who's that?" I frowned, genuinely confused.

She stared at me like I had gone mad. "The man you..." She suddenly stopped talking, her gaze fixed behind me.

"So this is where you work." A deep baritone voice sounded behind me and I knew exactly who it was.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily without turning around, I didn't expect him to come to my work place to cause a scene.

He chuckled like I'd just told him a freaking joke.

"I wanted to thank you." He said and I finally turned to look at him, which I regretted immediately.

How can a person look so handsome?

Clearing my throat, I asked "For what?"

"For helping me," he said simply and I scoffed.

"More like I was threatened to." I whispered under my breath but I was sure he heard me because he took a step closer to me, finally getting himself into my personal space.

"Well, you don't have to. You're alive, congratulations, now you can leave!" I said, gulping after he stared into my soul with his beautiful emerald eyes.

His smile deepened, making me wonder when I suddenly became a comedian.

"That won't be possible."

I rolled my eyes. “Of course it won’t. Why would anything in my life be easy."

"I'm here to take you home."

I stared at him, then I laughed.

"That's funny," I said "I don't remember ordering a personal driver."

"I was sent by your father to pick up his unruly child." He smirked and I just wanted to wipe it off.

The smile on my face dropped immediately and I sighed. "Tell my father to get a hobby. I’m not a package.”

His eyes darkened. “Tonight, you are.”

I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “Let me make this very clear. I’m not leaving my job, my shift, or this building with you.”

He tilted his head, his voice calm, dangerously calm. “You will.”

“Wow,” I muttered. “I didn't expect you to be one of my father's errand boy.”

He stepped closer. “Get your things, Red.”

I smiled sweetly. “Make me.”

And the look in his eyes told me I just made the worst decision of my life.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, the whole place spun around me and I found myself hanging on his shoulder with my head facing the floor.

"What do you think you're doing? Put me down!!" I screamed and kicked my legs but I was held in place by his tight grip.

"Sandra, help me!" I screamed at Sandra who just stood there watching, then at Enzo who was supposed to be my boss and the owner of the club.

"How can you let this happen in your club, I'm being taken away and all you can do is just stand and watch?"

I frowned as he mouthed a quick 'sorry' before turning his head away.

Why aren't they doing anything?