Substitute Bride For The Mafia Lord

Sandra POV

"Remember, you're a stripper and not a lover girl, you're to satisfy his urge!" Jessica voice was thick, filled with what I couldn't place together.

I walked out of her presence, my mind racing with so much thoughts.

My mom was extremely sick and in her dying bed already. I needed more money for her treatment.

I walked into the stage, romancing hard on the Pole.

I did everything I was meant to do just to attract the men there.

Jessica walked up thr stage with her causal short dress that revealed her whole self.

"Who would love for a night?" She asked, with her teeth all wide open.

And yes, I wasn't just a stripper, I was a sex worker.

"I'd have for tonight, with the sum of $15,000"

The price was way to high just have to have few Minutes fun.

Jessica looked at me and I gave a nod in acceptance.

Within few minutes all activities in the strip club was over.

I walked into his room, my heart racing.

"Can I come in?" I knocked, a voice from behind gave a positive response.

With a smile on my face and my almost half naked body, I walked straight to his bed, he turned in his chair looking at me.

He didn't give me any words but just a smile playing on his lips.

"Name?" It was strange, most Client don't even care about knowing my name.

" Sandra.."

"With surname?" He gave me his neutral look, I suppose.

"Williams," I smiled." What yours, handsome?"

"I'm, Ethan Blackwood!"

His name sent chills down my spine, my memory flashing.

I knew that name like the back of my palm.

"M...mafia!" I mummered within me.

He gave me that look that made me more scared.

I adjusted back a little bit.

His name sounded familiar. He is the most popular mafia lord around and well known for how he kills people who against his wish and commandment.

Sandra:I came here to satisfy your urge.

He gave me an hard look that made me bent my head down.

Blackwood: I know, but what if I offer you something worthwhile.

An offer from a Mafia lord. Not something that comes in causally.

But I wouldn't want to get entangled with any of his whole evil deeds. "Sorry, I don't think I would be interested in that though."

He used his hand to drag my lower chin, making an eye contact with me. His face wasn't looking friendly, with the Straight black mark on it.

"Sandra, no one says no to me and my wish."

I wanted to drag his hand away from my chin. I wanted to push him and his mouth which smells from harsh whiskey and cigarettes.

"I'm Sorry, but I have to do my job here, Mr blackwood." He released a tiny chuckle.

A chuckle that sent shivers down my spine.

He dragged me closer to him-our both breathe hitting each other faces.

An harsh smile accompanied it.

"You're a stripper and sex worker," his hand moved carelessly on my hair, "and am a mafia boss with an awesome offer."

Offer from a Mafia boss. Not close to what I want for myself.

I frowned my face-anger and fury was already eating me by the second.

I leaned more closer to him and gave him a Sharp kiss to his lips. He pushed me aside almost immediately.

Everything happening made me less comfortable. He offered a large amount to have sex with me and now his saying no to what he paid for.

I feel to the bare floor.

"Sit up." He demanded.

At this point I knew acting more awkward may make him more angry and report me to my boss.

I did as he ordered.

"What's the offer?" I took a deep breathe before asking.

He leaned towards, a little smirk appearing on his face." It a simple deal and I think you're the only one who can fulfill it."

It all sounded funny. I released a tiny chuckle.

"You can tell me, I want to know more."

"That's what I expected from a sex worker."

I released a tiny groan.

"It's a marriage proposal-"

"-marriage, what!" I cut him off his words.

Marriage.

"Not really marriage."

I looked at him with a Stren Expression.

"Then what."

"You be my wife in public and you be yourself in Private."

"Strange offer, I don't think am interested."

He laughed.

"It cones with a great payment, one that can change your financial midset forever." he said, but now, with a more serious expression.

" Why didn't you pick a girl that has same class like you, why Me?"

Everything started looking more fishy and strange to me.

Taking me For an high price and now

"I have plans, Sandra Williams."

He stood up from his sitting Position, resetting his suit into a much better fit.

"Ethan Blackwood," i stood up from my sitting position. " We have an unsettled past, you once caused me pain and you are now trying to crawl your way into my life."

"I'm not crawling my way into your life, and my past is my past." He handed over a beautiful, black and Golden business card.

"Call me!"

Without evening let me say another word, he walked away from the room.

My mind still raced. The days of high school still felt like a fresh wound.

I came out of the room, to see Jessica standing there with a smile.

"How was it?" I took a step back from her.

I frowned. "how was what?"

"The sex, stop acting like a baby."

I faked a smile. "Oh, it was awesome."

She chuckled with happiness.

"You know that was his first time here."

I nodded.

"Please, can i get money?" I asked witth calm voice.

"How are we meant to share it." I released a sigh.

"60/40. Me 60 and you 40." Jessica face immediately turned into a frown.

"Why."

I looked aggressive. "What's why? I laid there and took a 10 inches and you're asking me why?"

She hissed passing an envelope to me.

(Green pasture hospital)

"Mom, have been able to pay half the Bill's." I looked at her pale face. The wave of pain flowing within me.

My mother, had sacrifice almost everything she had just to train me and give me a life that's good. And now that am getting older, I can't even help her back.

"How come do you get the money?" She stammered her words out. She could barely turn to look at me.

"mother, I don't actually think you need to know where i got the money from; what you should just know, is that you are soon to get back to your feet."

She managed to smile at me even though I know she needed to know how I got the money to pay half the bills.

I brought out the card in my bag pack, I glanced at it for some mintues.

My mother life was way more important than my past.

I picked up my phone and dailed the number, as my phone beeped,my chest raced faster.

"Hello." I heard from the other end.

"I'm Sandra Williams's, can I talk to Ethan."

I managed to say even though I never wanted to.

"I'm Ethan Blackwood, Don of my own world."