Doted On By The Mafia Boss

"I fell in love twice, both for a different version of yours!" – Asmitha (Doted on by the Mafia Boss)

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The lights of the night club were put out and what remained on were few red neon lights; the whole room was chaotic as if it had just braved a thunderstorm. With snacks and empty glass bottles scattered aimlessly on the floor the club room was lifeless as if there was no party going on a few hours ago. Suddenly the doors of the room were pushed open and a lean little silhouette came into sight; the mysterious face was hidden in the shadows and thus it was unable for anyone to make out who it really was. The silhouette took a step in and it was when that sweet smiling face was revealed.

Her figure was frail and instead of being womanly it was more like that of a teenager. Her dark brown hairs were tied into two pigtails which flaunted her little face with clean and pure features. She donned a white shirt and pink skirt and a little belt around her waist, with a pair of white sneakers guarding her fragile feet she entered into the lifeless hall. Everything about her was pure and tiny; it was as if she was the muse when men invented the word 'cute'. She was quite simple but what remained attractive about her was the little mole below the corner of her left eye.

She had unusually perfect features but instead of being 'tempting' she looked quite naive and innocent, someone who was worth to be showered with love and care. To put it straight she looked more like a reincarnation of a lamb soul- sweet, tiny and innocent.

She waved the package in her arms to the void as her childish voice resounded in the empty room, "Arthur, I bought the thing you asked for!" Her voice managed to attract a pair of young ears who raised his head from the wine cellar. The man had breathtakingly clean features, placing his captivating eyes at the little girl he flashed her a friendly smile, "Bee, you are here!"

"Ah huh, and see what I have bought along." Little Bee shoved her hands into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of lollipops; waving it at him she continued, "We can enjoy it after doing our chores." Arthur could only smile thinking how easy it was to satisfy this little girl, nodding his head helplessly he giggled, "As you wish, my little princess."

"Where are the others?" Little Bee asked finding the room empty; Arthur jumped across the serving desk and rolling up his sleeves explained, "Everyone is booked!" "Everyone?" The girl was astonished. "Yep, the party was held by a big shot in the city so he easily afforded to take everyone out to play." Arthur explained as he leaned on his knees of match her height. Even though the girl was happy that her sisters would bring back more money she unhappily pursed her lips. Arthur raised an eyebrow as he asked, "What is it?"

Little Bee looked up at him with puppy eyes and said like a poor thing, "I too want to get dressed up and go out to play like other girls." Arthur chuckled to himself, this little fool had no idea what was the reality of the world she was dwelling in. To her eyes the place where she serves is no more than an ordinary jazz bar but the truth was much more horrifying. 'Seductress Night' was a prostitute centre and rented some of the best woman in Italy.

Every girl who worked under this roof had this special identity except for the naive Little Bee. She was the youngest off all and was just too innocent to be engaged in these activities. Little Bee was only twelve years old when Arthur first joined the crew as a Bartender.

His first impression of her was that of a little girl in two braids, sitting idly at a corner, sucking on her candies and watching the party unfold silently as if she had no knowledge or sense what was going on around her.

He would have been convinced that she was a little statue if not for her occassional chewing or smiling at the people who noticed her.

Dressed in a white worn out gown she looked like a little fairy amidst the racks of liquor and neon lights. This sight of a girl with such a pure aura was something one can not always see at places like this. To be honest, Arthur found her presence in the club a bit 'disturbing'.

She was clearly a kid, was it even legal for her parents or guardians to bring her to such places? Where were her companions, she was sitting there alone the whole time with not even a single soul initiating a conversation with her. Obvious innocence and confusion was written on her little face which remained stale to the heated up atmosphere around her.

Seductress was an infamous club with really notorious personalities frequenting it. It was a lion's den for innocent creatures like her; wasn't she afraid of the danger lurking around her?

His interest piqued in her when he found her sitting at the same place, with sheer obedience and consistency, every subsequent day.

This was literally very strange for him to see a young girl all by herself. Just how irresponsible were her guardians who not only bought her but also abandoned her at such places.

His curiosity grew and he started to ask around about her. His investigation didn't lead him to the identity of her parents or about people who brought her here but something rather unusual and sad.

Asking around he was informed that she was not a customer but one of the female workers of the club. Arthur was stupefied; how can it be, she was just a little kid.

His co worker sighed, slowly narrating the whole thing. 'The girl', the name through which she was addressed in the starting days, was sold to the club a week ago by an anonymous man with a Spanish accent. It was when he learnt that Little Bee was not even a native American but from Spain.

Arthur felt bad for the little girl, at such a tender age she was pushed down to such a place from where she cannot escape till she inhales her last breath. Little Bee always stayed mum, maybe because she had no knowledge of English or maybe because she was not familiar with the faces she was seeing and will see for the rest of her life. She was just a kid, the smell of wine and the red lights will surely be alien for her.

Little Bee, at that time, had no idea about how things work. She was just an innocent soul; the higher ups tried to train her for the bed so that she can start her service but maybe her poor little face cracked their hearts that they allowed her to stay and get familiar with the atmosphere in here.

It was said that she was sold for mere 100 dollars to the club, the higher ups didn't spend a fortune on her and thus were not in a hurry to get back the interest of the spent sum. Also, if she is sent to someone with raw knowledge and she provides a bad service she could ruin the whole business and contacts. Thus, Little Bee was allowed to stay in the club as a cleaner and it was decided that she will be professionally trained once she turns 16, when her body will be ample and mature to please the customers.

Within a month, the girl managed to get familiar with everyone. Sh e was assigned the cleaning works which she did with utmost sincerity. It was her small frail figure but abundance of working capability that earned her the title of Little Bee, no one cared about her real name or identity and neither did she care to introduce herself as that.

It was one night when Arthur had to stay back to clean up his personal mess when he saw the small girl clean the whole club alone, the broom was slightly taller than her yet she was stubbornly cleaning the room to shine. That night was when the two spoke for the first time, became friends instantly and even shared portion of their work. During the clubbing hours Little Bee would help him arrange the glasses and after party they both with the help of others would clean the club room.

This happened for four long years, they became best of friends and partners for life.

After cleaning the whole room the two sat down at the corner, admiring the empty room they had just cleaned. Little Bee was sipping on her apple juice when she suddenly asked, "Arthur, my birthday is up in two months. Do you remember?"

Arthur laughed to himself, it was not her birthday to be precise. No one knew when she was born, it was the date when the club bought her for 100s of dollar. He nodded silently, "I remember, how can I forget your birthday."

"Great, what have you prepared for me?" She asked enthusiastically, giving him a clear view of her 32 teeth complied in a smile. Arthur fell silent, she was going to be 16 this year, the age in which her training was decided to be started from. The age in which her freedom, her happiness, her free spirit and will will be taken away from her for life. He looked at her smiling little face in silence.

'Bee, will you be still be smiling like this if I tell you what the higher ups have arranged for you on your 16th birthday.'

'Will you still be smiling like this if I tell you on your forthcoming birthday we are gonna give you a dress and will be pushing you into a bedroom with a man whom you don't even know.'

'Will you still be smiling like this if I tell you this year my present for you is a goodbye as we may never meet like this again.'

Arthur held back his thoughts to himself, he had already applied for leave at the time of her birthday as he may never be able to see her like that. Bee was his friend and more than that he respected her as his own sister, she was just six years younger than him.

He did once think about buying her freedom but the club ceased his demand asking for a sum which he may never pay even if he work for seven lives. Arthur felt like he was betraying her but he was hand tied... He can never make himself say her the truth or steal her from the truth.

All he could do was smile and change the topic, "I have an examination day after tomorrow, I need to prepare for it." Little Bee sat up straight, totally forgetting about her birthday and started to solemnly wish him luck. She urged, "Arthur must study well and get placed in the college of his dream, all the best!"

The two smiled, shared last few words before the boy packed up his stuffs and walked out of his working place. Little Bee finished off her drink and looked at the two garbage disposal bags kept at the corner. Lifting them up she pushed the door open and walked to the dustbin station which was two buildings away from the club, at the streets end.

She lifted the lid and dumped the two bags in; clapping the dust off her hands she heaved a sigh of relief, "It's done for today, now it's time to.... Aaaahhh!" Before she could even finish her sentence she felt a heavy weight falling on her back. Bee couldn't turn to see what it was but given to it's heavy weight she stumbled on her feet and fell down with the thing on top of her.

For a second Little Bee was scared, who it was who was trying to kill her by attacking her from the back. "Who is it trying to kill me, who is it... It is so heavy, lift it up or I will bite you to death!" Whatever it was it was just too heavy for her to bear, her frail body was imposed by the overbearing weight as she struggled off the clutch.

Immediately standing up Bee turned aroumd to find who it was who was trying to kill her by squashing her to death. But her anger turned into immediate panic when she saw the thing which hit her from the back.

Her mind went into a swirl of confusion and fear when she found a heavily injured man lying on the ground, likely unconscious.

Bee looked at the man lying on the floor with his face on the ground, she held her heart which was thumping audibly to her. She was scared, for a moment she really felt as if she would collapse out of fear; well, who won't be if you get attacked by someone at this hour of the night and that too when you are alone.

Maintaining her safe distance of three steps away from the man who was lying lifeless on the floor she scanned him from carefully. It was dark and the street lights were too pale for her to scan his face, all she could make out was that he was a bulky man. She observed him for some more time but he showed no reaction, it was as if he was a statue which fell off the pedastal waiting for someone to pick him up.

"Are you drunk, mister?" Bee managed to squeal out these words after she finally managed to clam herself down. The girl waited for some more time but her concerned question met with a wall of silence. Strange, she thought to herslef. Was really this man this drunk that he had completly lost his sense but there was no pungent smell of the alcohol which she was accustomed to.

Bee gathered her courage, looking around she found a stick. Lifting it up she carefully poked his shoulders, "Mister... Are you okay? Can you hear me? Hello..." Like before the man remained still, Bee panicked. After making sure that he really won't cause her any arm she crawled upto him and poked him harder.

Same as before, no reaction!

"Is he unconcious?" Bee just entered her world of fantasies when the man suddenly moved. "Aaaaahhhhh...." Bee screamed but was quitened by the man; he weakely covered his lips indicating her to be silent.

Bee quietened down and observed his face again which was not possible by the faint light. "Who are you, mister?" Bee whispered, the man remained silent to himself or to be precise looked too weak to utter a word. He silently reached for his lower abdomen, after feeling around his left abdomen he removed back and observed his palm.

Even though there was no lighting Bee could still make out the red liquid, which was stained all over his palm, reflecting the faint light of the street.

"B... Blood?" Bee felt herself swooning to numbness; a million question popped in her meddled head.

Who was this man? Why is he bleeding? What on Earth is happening with her?

The man could feel his energy and consciousness draining out, with what remained within him he managed to spell out few words to her, "T... They are after me. R... Run away or they will k... kill you too." Saying his fainted words he collapsed back on her.

Bee held the man and questioned impatiently, "W... Who will kill, who is coming. I... Call the cops?"

The man murmured, "No enough time... Don't worry about me, save... yourself." Bee looked at his face from the close proximaty; his face rendered his speechless. She stared at his face, she was unable to believe what she was seeing.

"You... You..." Before Bee could finsih her sentence the man let out a painful groan which instantly reminded her that he was injured; she pushed away all her second thoughts and keeping her shocking discovery to herself she stammered, she couldn't let a man die in front of her eyes. "I... I am not letting you die..." Saying this she started to look around for shelter. Panicked and afraid, her mind went on a short circuit for some time.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Bee muttered to herself before she remembered a safe place for them. "Cooperate with me, I will save you!" Saying this she removed her shirt and tied it on his wound to prevent the blood from flowing out, draping his arm around her shoulder she stood up with all her might with him. She was lean and thin while the man had a perfectly maintained body; it was a hard chore for her to even take a step supporting him.

Lurching and falling, she somehow managed to pull him to the other end of the street. Opposite, on the other end of the road was an abandoned park which had a old warehouse, she believed that they would be safe there. Her energy was drained off; the man had long fainted on her shoulders. Her own clothes were starting to get wet by his blood. She was even sweating and heaving like crazy, her vision started to blur away but stubborn and determined she managed to drag him and herself into the park.

Afar she could even hear the sound of men chattering and yelling for some 'Ryan'. Their presence was inching closer, scared bee hurried her steps and jumped into the park. The park was dark with tall and old oak trees leaned over the path. Standing in front of the warehouse Bee looked at it; the warehouse or to be precise a pile of old woods had now became too old; she pushed open the door silently lest she makes and noise and kept the man on the ground. She hurriedly covered him with a few branches and leaves; even if someone were to come it was too dark for someone to spot him among this pile.

"Stay here! I will save you..." Bee whispered to the man before running out of the warehouse. The warehouse was already in a corner and had a tree grown up on it but still Bee tried to adjusting the branches here and there.

After doing that she picked up a wood and hid at the corner. The man inside was dying and she had to work fast and call for the ambulance but she was too afraid to run out lest the bad guys catch her. She sat and looked at the warehouse not too far away and the main gate of the park restlessly.

The footsteps inched closer; Bee held her breath as she could hear the voices of impatient men talking to themselves.

"F*ck this b*stard, he still managed to escape." A man with a really frightening voice groaned in anger. "You are on fool1" another voice scolded, "You could have shot him with a gun but you chose to stab him with a knife and that too the cut wasn't deep enough." The first voice yelled, "You couldn't even hold tightly a twenty year old mother*cker, you let him slip."

The men were accusing each other and hiding inside the park Bee understood that they were talking about the man she had just hid. She heaved a sigh of relief, judging by their words it seemed that the it was failed murder attempt.

A third voice yelled, "Can you both stop with this bulls*it and try to find him."

"I really don't know, we beat him up yet he managed to vanish! Just where on Earth are you hiding, Ryan?"

"Hey, there is something over there; let's go in a check."

"No... No... No..." Bee got tensed, what if they find them. She couldn't let them reach here, it could be dangerous.

Bee kept her eyes locked at the door, she was running out of time and the men seemed to be entering. As expected, she saw their shadows converging in.

Bee squeezed her very cell of her brain, she was at the verge of crying when she remembered an incident.

That day she and two of her elder sisters sneaked out of the club to roam; by the abandoned areas which was not too far away from the club the three noticed some bushes dancing and weird sounds were coming out from there. The two blushed whereas Bee fell into confusion. She was 13 back then and couldn't guess why the bushes were shivering and what that weird sound was. She could understand that it was a voice of a woman.

She took a step towards it out of curiosity but was stopped by her sisters, she protested, "Sis, there is a girl who is being killed by someone, we should save her. She seems to be in pain..." For this the two girls laughed and explained, "No one is killing anyone. Bee, you should never go to any place which is both shaking and emitting such noises. You are young; you will understand when you grow up."

It's been three years but Bee still couldn't know what that phenomenon was or bothered to know what it was. It was only imprinted in her mind that no one will come to that place from where those voices come. Bee looked at the park of the door and held the bushes together. As she saw the figures enter she squeezed her voice and tried to imitate the noise she heard back then.

A little unprofessional moan escaped her lips and as expected the men stopped; Bee was highly motivated with this and started to shake the bushes making such noises again. She started to moan loudly with all her might, imitating carefully the noises she heard that day.

"Oh, babe... Yes Yes!"

"G... Go ahead... Aaaah..."

"You are killing me... Oh my God."

From the corner she observed the men's reaction; they were clearly hesitating to go in and were furious.

A man who was cussing before said in an embarrassed tone, "Where the f*ck did you bring us, there is something else going on in here..." Another commented, "Y... Yes, he won't be here. I won't go in.. You both can go ahead."

Hearing this Bee was panicked, she amplified her moaning, this made the men both blush and embarrassed. The three were deciding whether to go in or not when they heard a gunshot; Bee involuntarily screamed but the men themselves were tensed.

"F*ck, his men are here. We should leave." Saying this the three ran out without even caring about anything. Bee ran back to the warehouse and removed the leaves and piles off the man.

She lightly slapped him, "Hey, wake up... I successfully saved you. Your men are here it seems, wake up..." The man groaned in pain, Bee was just about to help him stand up when something hard hit her head. The sharp pain surfaced all over her head; her world became dark as she fainted above the man.