Forever Mine, Little B
I couldn’t even afford to walk away.
With a resigned sigh, I slipped into the uniform and glanced at my reflection. The outfit clung in all the wrong ways, highlighting everything I wanted to hide. But I had no choice. I had to do this.
As I walked toward the Red Lounge, the weight of the stares made my skin crawl. Men eyed me like I was something to devour. "Keep going Bianca, you've got this." I mumbled, reminding myself why I was here.
The Red Lounge was reserved for the city’s elite—the Mafia’s top players, the powerful, the untouchable and other figures who craved privacy. I've heard the rumors during training—stories of girls who left the lounge with bruises, with nothing but abuses to
Bab Populer