GIANA POV
“Clean here too Giana, what are you? A princess?” one of the women mocks spilling a drink on the table. Thankfully the manager offered me a job after I approached him, he had wanted to ask me to join the strippers to earn my wages and my stay in the bar but he suddenly had a change of mind I was cleaning, and the other girls made sure to make fun of me for it. Weirdly they all saw me as some sought of threat, or something to play with while they were bored. “Fatty!!” one of the girls smacks my ass walking past me as I wipe down the table. “Don’t mind the girls, they will warm up to you soon, they are never friendly with new girls” the manager turns to me with a shrug I nod at him when the doors are pushed open, the night I got hired, there was a man here, he was protected by a lot of other men in black and gosh was he handsome, glorious even. His feet hit the floorboards, his honey-brown eyes shine in the low-lighted room, soon they land on mine shocking me to my core, he moves his eyes away taking a seat. “Who is that?” I whisper to no one in particular but one of the younger girls, answers me, “Handsome right?” she giggles, “That is Maximilian North, he owns this establishment and many more” She turns to me slightly “You don’t know him?” “Never heard of him,” I say my eyes following his exposed arms covered in layers of tattoos, his black beard shines in the room with a strike of white at the side. “How old is he?” I raise a brow at her mopping as I go, music piping right behind us, girls dancing on poles and men, drinks being served like every other night. She smirks “Way too old for any of us, the older women have their claim on him” she shrugs hugging her drink, she hands me another cup I shake my head in a no-gesture “I'm the only woman who has been friendly to you since you got here, if I say drink, you drink, or your life will remain a living hell here for as long as you're here,” she says her voice hard and serious like I insulted her “And it won't get you drunk” she rolls her eyes, “It’s apple juice” she shrugs passing the drink to me. I nod taking the drink from her grasp and turning everything down my throat. “Good” she smiles walking away I frown, hoping I dont get myself in trouble, I have a comfortable room here, a job that pays well and I will be out of here in a month if I save up well, they feed me, and cloth me, even if it's not the best of things but it’s comfortable, it’s mine and Dante can never take this one from me. My fingers wrap around the mop stick, last I heard, Dante and Piper were getting married this weekend, so quick, so fast, no remorse or regard for me. I bit my lip my vision going a bit blurry, I shook my head standing up. “Giana!!” the manager calls my attention to the bar. “I'm coming sir” I yell over the music rushing to meet him, he hands me a tumbler and a delicate jug of Rum. “You see that man at the edge?” he points over to Maximilian, “Go and serve him his drink,” he says, the girls giggling with each other at the corner “Me?” I frown turning to the manager and back to Maximilian, “But I clean the floors” I reply. “You serve drinks now too girl, now go!!” he exclaims his voice sharp and intense. I shake my head my eyes blurry, my movements shaky but I make it across the room to the corner with the man, the lighting around his area is a darker blue, more private I guess. “Si..r” I stutter reaching the table, my blue eyes turn to meet his intense brown ones, his fingers intertwined and his tattooed knuckles on show “And you are?” he turns to me his voice heavy and deep, almost seductive. “Giana Sir..” I frown my eyes going blurry again as I pour the drink, I miss the glass. “Shit!!” his deep voice is loud enough for anyone to notice, for everyone to hear, “you spilled the drink on me!!” he says his voice as intense as before, not angry but annoyed, maybe irritated? “I’m so sorry sir, oh my gosh!!” I exclaim my hands reaching out to wipe away the drink but stop once I realize it's on his crotch “Giana!!” the manager walks up to me, “I'm fucking done for” “Sir, I'm so sorry, she's newly hired, in fact, go to the back Giana you are fired,” he says turning back to the man He doesn't say anything, doesn't defend me, he just accepts a wipe from one of the ladies wiping away the drink on his family Jewel's. “Sir please” I try to beg one more time, tears glazing over my eyes, begging for a listening ear but they turn away from me. It's fast and quick, the girls get my belongings so quickly, the girl from earlier who handed me the drink leading them. “Also yeah, don’t trust everything they give you to drink here or you won't last long” she whispers to me throwing my bag at me in front of everyone. Embarrassed I grab my belongings and leave the room just as I came./–Melody–/I didn’t sleep. The lights stayed off, the hallway stayed quiet, but I kept my eyes open.The woman from dinner had said too much to be just another patient. She knew things, about this place, about how to move through it without making noise.The next morning, the knock came earlier than usual. Firm. Not the nurse. Not breakfast.“Melody,” came the voice. Calm. Male. Professional. “Please come with us.”I opened the door to find two orderlies flanking Dr. Halpern. She wore a different outfit today—dark green slacks, crisp white blouse. Hair pinned back neatly. Serious. Clinical.“This way,” she said.They didn’t speak as they led me down a hall I hadn’t been through before. White walls. No art. No windows. Just a sterile corridor that smelled like cold soap and resignation. I didn’t ask questions. Asking questions makes you look unstable.We entered a new room—larger, more formal. The walls weren’t padded. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. A long table stretched across t
/-Melody-/I couldn't believe that my own brother was trying to force me to go to a psychiatric hospital simply because he felt I was obsessed with him. So what if I was?That didn't mean I was crazy or anything. My head was working perfectly and if it wasn't, I wouldn't need anyone to tell me that.It was all because of that woman. That god-forsaken gutter bitch nobody he picked up from wherever. She was rhe one making him believe that everyone else was the problem when it was clearly her. It was more annoying that Maxmillian wouldn't want to hear me out. But it didn't matter. I was going to get out of here by all means necessary. All I had to do was pass their stupid evaluation and after that, I was very certain that he would hear me out. A soft knock on the door. Then it opened.A woman walked in. Lab coat. Clipboard. That smug, professional calm that all these therapists practiced in the mirror. Like they were doing God’s work. Her eyes scanned me like I was a case file before
/–Eric–/The prison gates swallowed us like a steel-jawed beast.It wasn’t the first time I’d seen the inside of a place like this, but it was the first time I looked like this walking in. Blood on my collar. One eye nearly swollen shut. Lip split wide open. Ribs cracked like dried twigs.The guards noticed. Of course, they did. They always do. But no one said a word, not at first.Lane walked two steps behind me, acting like he didn’t just beat the soul out of me in the middle of some abandoned shipping yard. The rookie kept his head down, barely speaking since we left the scene.The intake officer squinted at the bruises on my face. “Jesus. He fall down a flight of stairs on the way here?”Lane didn’t flinch. “Resisted arrest. Tried to run. Slipped during the takedown. Looked like he hit the pavement with his jaw.”The officer gave him a long look, then glanced back at me. “That true?”I could have said no, even though Lane didn't seem bothered about what my answer might be. It woul
/-Eric-/I should’ve known better than to expect a clean ride to booking.The cruiser veered off the main road twenty minutes ago, and we’d been cruising through what looked like the industrial back end of the city since. Broken warehouses. Abandoned loading docks. Not a streetlight in sight.Detective Lane hadn't said a word. Neither had the rookie. The only sound was the hum of the tires against the cracked asphalt.Then the car stopped.“Out,” Lane said, his voice flat.I cocked my head. “Don’t we usually do mugshots at the station?”He opened the door. “This isn’t about processing.”That got my attention.The rookie stepped out first, clearly jittery. Lane came around and opened my door himself. Rough hands yanked me out, and before I could say another word, I was slammed chest-first against the hood of the cruiser.“Is this the part where you tell me I’ve got the right to remain silent?” I sneered.Lane leaned in close, breath hot against my ear. “No. This is the part where we re
/–Eric–/I should have known it was a trap.From the moment my contact went silent. No calls, no texts, I felt it. That low, crawling chill in the pit of my stomach that told me something had shifted. Something was wrong.Still, I played it cool. Sat in my office like I was untouchable. Like I hadn’t just lost half my crew in a midnight raid. Like Maxmillian hadn’t just outplayed me.But inside, I was boiling.Betrayal.It reeked. I didn’t need confirmation to know where the leak came from—Piper. I should’ve cut her off months ago. But I’d underestimated her. Again. She’d always been smart, but I thought I had her scared enough to stay in line.Apparently not.I slammed the glass of whiskey down on the table hard enough to crack it, the sharp ring echoing through the room. The docks were gone. The cargo was gone. My men—arrested, dead, or in hiding.It was only a matter of time now.My phone buzzed. An unknown number.I answered, not saying a word.“Eric Mercer.” The voice was calm, s
/–Gianna–/I stood on the balcony, watching them leave. Maxmillian led the way, calm and unreadable. Dante and Piper followed, keeping just enough space between them to show that trust was still shaky.The house felt too quiet, like the kind of silence that sinks into your skin.I wasn’t going with them. That had been understood from the start.Maxmillian never asked me to join, and I didn’t offer.This life,.his world, wasn’t mine. Even though I’d been dragged into it, even though I bore the scars, I had drawn a boundary. Tonight, I stayed behind it.Still, I gripped the balcony railing tightly, as if letting go would somehow make everything fall apart. I watched until the black SUVs disappeared into the night.The fight was out there.But the waiting—waiting was harder.I paced the halls. Checked my phone again and again. Time felt slow and heavy. Midnight passed, but sleep didn’t come. Somewhere, Maxmillian was facing danger. Either walking into Eric’s trap—or ending it once and fo