The front doors of the club were deserted except for two large figures Manning them. Ava's doubts were lessened, the club did have a distinct feel than the few she'd been to just as Eliana said. When she saw the club listed in the file, she'd refused to go to the interview, entertaining loud music and drunk-ass people was not her scene, and she was not that desperate to sacrifice her peace of mind and sanity for a wage. She'd gone through two-thirds of the listings on Elaina's list all to no avail. The past two weeks had her taking Ubers from one company to another, restaurants, cafes, firms, and any establishment looking to hire. She'd been kept on hold, rescheduled, and just made to wait for hours still no hope. Who knew job hunting without any previous experience would be so life draining. The trip to the club was scheduled for next week but her Uber Driver's impatience as she flipped through the file had caused her to blurt out the address to him. And now she stood in fron
Ava wiped down the countertop, she could not stop the sigh that tumbled from her lips, fatigue seeped into her bones as she helped the bartender clean up before the night rush. She understood why Sinema offered so much money, the job was taxing and required good stamina and a fit body. The amount of exercise she'd gotten while trying to satisfy clients rivaled any new year's resolution gym plan she'd tried to follow in the past. Ava could not find it in her to complain, the tips and weekly paychecks had made her life better in the two weeks she'd worked here. Not to mention the healthy work environment, in her time here she'd build friendships with Brody the bartender, Josh the lead singer of the live band, and of course Olive. They spent their little break times together, sharing experiences and stories, they'd offered solutions to her financial situation and her mother's bills. It felt nice having someone other than Elaina to talk to and share problems with. "Ava, that's not
The taxi ride back home was silent. But Ava's thoughts were in turmoil, she wanted to scream and cry and laugh at the same time, the ridiculousness of the situation she found herself in was astounding. Just her luck, that her first try at getting a job, lands her in a plot with criminals.The taxi driver kept sneaking glances at her from his rearview mirror. From a third-person perspective, Ava looked like she was high on some drugs, her eyes were bloodshot and she kept muttering to herself, eyes darting around the car like she expected a monster to spring out from the glove box and eat her up. She scolded herself for making the man's job harder not like he was a stranger to handling druggies. Ava did not know how long she was tied down there with her kidnappers until she came out to find the city lit and the moon perched on the starless sky, the club was in full swing when she bolted out of there. Olive blended back in with the workers, the look she gave her as she ran would hu
Ava's hands were clammy, she held them to her sides, rubbing the sweat off on the uniform they forced her into. The said uniform for the upstairs workers was a checkered mini skirt, heels, and a cropped button-down shirt that was 2 times smaller. She fired questions at Madame and Olive about how impractical the uniforms were, and how were the severs supposed to work in heels. And the skirts were so short that any hastened movements would have her flashing the crowd. Madame just laughed, while quoting something in French and Ava cursed her out in her head. The Bitch always treated them like dirt on her shoe, paying them no mind, and whenever she did it was to probe, pick apart and shame their appearances. Ava was not a fan. Olive followed before glaring at Ava to shut up. Ava followed behind them mutely, her eyes meeting with Brody's."You'll not be catering to the slubs up there so there's no room for mistakes, or you'll pay with your life" Madame spoke. Ava laughed at the joke
Conan rushed towards Arm as he pushed the lady to the floor, pulling him back from her. He stepped on the cigarette, putting it out. He was not aware of what was going on but He was certain He had no time for it. He hated being at Club Sienna, the establishment gave him millions monthly but still, it wasn't one he was proud of or liked to be associated with and it brought back dark memories.But since Gun and Arm are colossal assholes, they decided they wanted the meeting here and nowhere else, so he'd left work and came to the club directly. "She's a part of them, I told you they'd take the bait and come for the coordinates and this bitch just tried to steal my lighter" He seethed, advancing towards the cowering woman on the floor, her shoulders and arms were shaking, Conan guessed she was crying. "You have to chill out, I'll handle this, Gun take him out of here" I ordered, Gun's eyes flashed in understanding as he nodded in response. Arm would lose his shit and hurt the lady
Her body felt weightless and relaxed. She was up but refused to open her eyes and ruined the comforting bliss she'd finally achieved. Ava could not stop the satisfying sigh that escaped her lips, she could not remember the last time she had a good night's rest since her divorce. Olive and all her drama had made it impossible to relax. At the thought of Olive, she shot up from the bed, Her mom. Glancing around in panic, she noticed the room she was cooped in. It was dark and she could not see much. The events of last night were slowly coming back to her, she remembered his words before she passed out. She remembered giving out her mum's nursing home name, she said a silent prayer for her mum's safety. The curtains suddenly parted slowly and light flooded the room, Ava looked around frantically, the room had white walls and equally white furnishings to match. The bedroom was spacious, her eyes spotted the walk-in closet nestled at the far end, and the floor-length mirror stati
As the car zoomed down the streets of Chicago, Ava fiddled with her hands. They were returning from the new nursing home he'd placed her mother in. The car ride was silent, Conan did not appreciate it as he was enamoured with her voice first, he'd been attracted to her voice from their first meeting. His eyes flickered briefly from the road as he tried to catch a glimpse of her phone screen. "What are you doing? " He asked, trying to hide his curiosity. Ava was startled resulting in her fumbling with her phone. Just like before his deep velvety voice caused her lower belly to tingle, she could hear the tinge of an accent. She'd always believed French to be the most sexiest language a man could speak. "I'm looking up nursing homes near me" she answered, waving her phone around for emphasis. " I told you it was fine, she's perfectly safe and comfortable there " Conan spoke with a sigh, he had been trying to convince her ever since they left the nursing home but Ava was stubborn
Conan counted to ten in his head before he alighted the car and followed her inside. He was excited no doubt but he feared he'd lose control, they had no rules or boundaries laid down, Heck he was not sure if she was into the deranged type of shit that he was but he could only hope. The door to the apartment led to the living room it was quiet, and Conan smiled to himself. He savoured the thought of devouring her when he finally caught her, there was nowhere to hide in her tiny apartment. His eyes landed on the kitchen counter across the room, resting on it was a bottle of alcohol its contents having been consumed halfway. He needed to fix her drinking problem, it was unhealthy but at the same time that wasn't his choice to make. They were mere acquaintances. He moved towards the counter and poured himself a drink, taking his sweet time. Meanwhile, Ava was cramped into a broken wardrobe in the attic, waiting with baited breaths.The room was crammed full with broken pieces of