Falling For The Womanizer

° Sabrina Hayden °

When I woke up today my clothes were ripped off my body and on the floor with various condoms beside them. I don't remember what happened last night but I don't have to know what happened. It's exactly what happens whenever I come to The Reef Club. I work here as pole dance and sometimes I work serving drinks to the customers. Sometimes I had to serve drinks to the old men, ignoring their lustful touches, and sometimes I had to dance for them to earn money.

My legs are sore and I can see bruises around my breasts, more than usual. Today is the day I have to go to the graveyard to meet my mother who has passed away only when I was five years old.

I hopped off the bed carefully leaning on everything possible. I took a quick shower since I only had a few minutes before Tommy, the manager of this club would arrive, I had to hurry before I would be caught by him.

I brushed my teeth because my mouth was reeking with the awful smell of alcohol mixed with the sperms of those men who forced me to give them head since it's in my contract condition that I won't lose my virginity by those lousy men. So many of my customers don't force me on that particular thing but also don't let me alone by giving them heads.

This is what Tommy said to me when I first came here to work. He said, "In this business, there is no girl who could save her virginity for too long if you wanna save it for someone with whom your parents had planned to marry you, keep it in your mind that he won't want you once he would know what kinds of works you do in here. You can save it for that guy but you still have to serve the clients." It's been four years since I first came here, at that time I was only sixteen and I had to work to feed myself and my family.

Today I'm going to turn twenty and it's also going to be the fifth year in this club. Which is famous for its illegal works and Tommy was the head to drive this business of human trafficking, drug deals, and many more, although is just a pawn of rich people who are the kings and queens of this business.

I changed my clothes I have in my closet which is a black dress that goes down to the floor and the sleeves go all the way down to my wrists. It was my mother's dress. She brought it for herself but now I'm using it to wear it to meet her in the graveyard.

I slipped on my white sandals and walked out of the room after throwing everything into the trash like I am supposed to. As soon as I walked out of that room I was welcomed by my drunken father laying on the floor of the club.

He was like this since my mother's death. Whatever I earn by working in this club, he spends it on drinking.

Just when he saw me he started cursing at me loudly getting all the attention of the people in that club, I ignored him and walked him. I reach Maximus, he's the bartender in this club and he's my good friend. I got up on the countertop and sat on it, the black marble sent chills in my body with its cold and hard surface.

"Your old guy is ready to curse at you so early." He chuckled and handed me a shot of tequila for my hangover last night. He knows every night I got drunk and he gives me a shot of tequila for it.

"You know it's not a new thing, max. It's just I don't care about him anymore." I looked at my father by the corner of my eyes and gulped down the cold but hot liquid of tequila shot in one go.

I coughed by its intensive taste. "So you're going to meet your mom?" He shook his head lightly at me and I nodded sighing loudly.

"Yeah, I gotta go. My old lady is waiting for me." I tapped on the counter and slipped down it to make my way out.

"Be careful on your way, Sabs." I heard Maximus's voice from behind me and I waved my hand at him, "See you in the night, Max." I called out and pushed the door of the club as I stepped out.

The sunlight hit my eyes, making me blind for a few seconds. Working in the club in that dim seductive red light has turned me into a bat who cannot see in daylight for the first time I come out of the club. I reached for my side bag and fumbled to grab out my sunglasses.

It's an original Rayburn, it was given to me by one of my customers for whom I danced and getting impressed by the dance he gave me these sunglasses.

I crossed the road and waved for a cab. I hopped in the cab and told him the direction. The graveyard where my mother is lying peacefully is out of the city in the middle of her hometown. It was her last wish to sleep in that land where she was born.

It is an hour away from the city so I closed my eyes to get some rest. I woke up from my short nap with the sound of the cab stopping and I looked out the window. I sighed getting out of the cab.

Childhood memories came flooding back to me. I remember the days when I was just an innocent, little five-year-old girl.

When I'd be asking for a puppy on my birthday, dressing up as Disney princesses, and sneaking into the kitchen to steal biscuits from the cookie jar.

Before I grew up. Before my life was flipped upside down and twisted inside out.

A trace of a smile is left as a shadow on my face as I remember my Mother while making my way to her, crossing several tombs.

But then reality hits me, and a wave of sickness washes over me. Tears threaten to break out but I know that if I let them, I won't be able to stop.

In the back of my head, I can hear Mother's voice telling me to be strong, like the strong, brave girl that I am, but the sinking feeling that churns in my guts reminds me that it's all in my head.

Soon I reached her tomb and put down a flower bouquet which I bought for her.

At this thought, I lean against the strong Oak tree trunk behind me resting my head against it so that I'm looking up at the blue sky.

A breeze then blows past, causing the weeping willow's drooping branches to waver around me.

This was Mother's favorite tree. She said such beauty can no longer be seen amongst the hustle and bustle of a large city. She did love nature, and I guess that's why she asked to get buried in her hometown rather than in the city.

° Alejandro D'Amelio °

"I hope you have brought what I asked you to?" I called Thiago my right-hand man and my brother.

"Yes, Captain!" He said with enthusiasm from the other side and I could feel he was smirking widely while telling me. He is a psycho and the best at what he does.

I cut the call and looked at myself in the mirror. A smirk on my face was reflecting in it.

My jet black hair is styled to perfection as is my signature black jacket and a black t-shirt.

I stare at my reflection in the eyes. They're hollow and emotionless as well as colorless. They're a light grey color showing how faded they are.

Not a single emotion can be traced from my permanent blank facial expression or empty eyes.

A slight stubble has formed on my face so I reach for the razor in the cabinet beside the mirror as well as the Armani shaving balm.

After I'm finished freshening up in the bathroom, I make my way down to the mansion hall, to make my way out.

I got in the back of the black SUV and glanced at my watch. I was desperate to meet what my brother Thiago has brought for me. A smile never leaves my face.

The whole ride I read through my emails, I take care of the legal and illegal business so my schedule is always busy. I haven't told my mother exactly what I do but she's not dumb, she has an idea of what his son is doing but she chooses to not interfere since I'm her beloved son. Although she never leaves a chance to nag me to get married and settle down with the girl she and my father has chosen for me in my childhood.

They don't know I don't have time to get married to a girl whose face I have not seen let along with a meeting, for that I don't have any particular reason to marry a girl they have chosen for me a long time ago. Besides, I run a fucking Mafia, and I'm the motherfucking king of this kingdom. And there's no need to have a woman beside me, for a woman beside me only means weakness and in my kingdom there's nothing like a weakness or mercy. For I'm the motherfucking King here and kings are not allowed to have a weakness.

The car came to a halt and it parked outside a warehouse that my legal business is supposed to own but I always use it to have fun, like what I am about to do.

I smirked, taking off my jacket and handing it to Thiago who has been waiting for me, "Good morning Xandro," he said. Xandro is my business name which is only known by everyone but only a few knew my real name. And those who know my name knew what I'm capable of.

I smirked, rolling up my sleeves "how many?" I asked as we made our way to the center of the warehouse.

"Eight," he replied.

My smirk grew, I was in the mood to punch the son of a bitches and my dream came true as I saw them all chained to the ceiling.

"I ask the questions," I announced as soon as I entered in and cleared my throat looking at the table filled with knives of all sizes and kinds, guns, clamps, torture tools...normal things on every day, "you tell me who I am," I said taking a step closer to the dim light would let him see my face.

One of those fucker's eyes went wide as he tried to get out of the chains "No! No! No! No!" He yelled -Whispered...

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you," I shrugged "yet" I crossed my arms and bit my inner cheek looking at him.

He looked at me frightened, I got off on that fear "Your name is Alejandro D'Amelio ...you're the devil." he breathed out.

"I'm glad you know my reputation in this motherfucking world," I said turning my gaze to the table "Thiago wake everyone up"

"Yes Brother!" he chirped in his deep voice before tasering the all men "wake up beautiful, time to rise and shine."

I smirked looking at all of them "good morning" I said trying to pick a knife. I went for the sharpest knife.

"What the fuck?" One of them cursed looking up at his chains in surprise.

"Do you know why you're here?" I asked, letting a sigh out.

A man who has a scar on his left eye looked around at his friends "No, we haven't messed with anything...what's going on?"

"I think you lost your memory and messed with my drugs dealers, I heard you and your thugs have threatened my dealers" the blade of the knife caressed his throat, I could smell the fear reeking out of his body "Tell me where the bags of my drugs which you have stolen?"

He gulped "I don't- don't know..."

I growled stabbing through his wrist "Bad boy, you still dared to lie to me.." I smirked, tapping his cheek with my whole palm.

His screams of pain were encouraging, I did the same to the rest of the men with the same knife. For a couple of hours, I used every knife on the table, I never got a drop of blood on me because I know where to stick the knives without splattering around.

"You're a pussy Alejandro D'Amelio... you ain't gonna get a shit if we die here!" One of them yelled at my back when I turned around to go back.

"Perfect timing" I smirked and then looked back at the men "You know my hand was itching to kill someone and guess what it's your turn."

Thiago handed me a 9mm "Bad timing beautiful, you just woke up a beast..." He sang this as I walked back to him and forced him to look at me by raising his chin by the point of my gun.

"I'm not a pussy man, I'm a Fucking dick who gonna kill you today." I pressed the gun against his throat as the blood finally splattered on my black leather jacket and the last thing he saw was a smirk on my face.

When I handed the gun to Thiago we were walking out of the warehouse, I got in the car and looked at my phone, and ordered him to get the information from the remaining men before killing them. As I asked my men to drive to my company. The D'Amelio enterprises.

~ Sabrina Hayden ~

After visiting my mother's grave when I was coming back after getting a call by Maximus, it was so late when I walked past all the coffee shops and bars that lined the main strip on my way back to the Reef club where I work. I can see through all the multi coloured glass that each is already busy with patrons on this rather chilly evening, the crowds I passed are the usual electric mix of wealthy peoples fresh faced attempting to be trendy! I also spot my favourite kind of patrons amongst the throngs of people, the high up executives wanting to show off their wealth and indulge in their fantasies, and finally the bored wealthy housewife. I'm not jealous of all the people I can hear and see having the time of their lives, no no not at all as I sped up towards my destination.

My destination just off the main strip is a real blink and you miss it kind of establishment almost looks like a high end diamond seller. Sure the black sign that has a very fine silver outline of a diamond and bold letters etched into it, hanging above sleek black marble pillars that support a rather imposing oxblood red door screams excessive luxury. I knows it's more

than just a luxury club! Behind the luxury lies the true excess and what is downright sinful at times. The club is bit in being a sex club!

It's all things decadent and sinful, the heart of the club hides behind a mirrored staircase where a matching oxblood coloured door leaves to a cavernous decadent red room, no bright lights that lit here it's all lit by the massive candelabras that hang low from the mirrored ceiling. Black velvet couches huddled around individual hexagonal gold glittered stages. The deep crimson walls give the main club a feel of elegance. A Part of the club just left of the mirrored bar, is hidden behind heavy velvet imperial plum coloured curtains. It's the VIP area that is sectioned off into six private rooms, and a small copy of the main bar! I have yet to enter the VIP area.

I know it's an area of excess and practically anything goes in the private booths, well that's what I heard, it's also where the drink servers can earn a weeks' worth of tips in one shift which I could really do with right now. Only a few months ago when I started working here as the pole dance, I was naïve enough to think this was just an exclusive bar when in fact the Reef club is so much more! I can't afford to be picky about my place of work especially when it pays well above the average wage, I was desperate for the cash as three months ago my funding for the month was slashed in half and now only covers half of the fucking month! I worked my ass off for that funding and it used to pay for the fucking bills and loans but significantly increased when my drunkard father decided to glamble for the sake of his dear alcohol and lost everything and remaining money which I had been saving up until now to pay the bills and the loans.

I was down to my last few hundred dollars when I just happened to stumble across one of the dancers trying to desperately escape the rough hands of some punk. I had no idea what came over me, but I stepped in and punched that guy away from the deer like girl, who had then ran straight into the arms of a tall handsome man who thanked me for saving his friend! That man was Maximus, who bought me a drink as a thank you. Completed awed by what He saw I had asked if they needed staff, when I broke down on Maximus about how I had no idea how I would pay for bills and loans, Maximus has asked one of the bosses to give me a trial behind the bar, one month later here is working four nights a week as a permanent member of staff.

I looked at the message on my phone it had confused me greatly when Maximus had

messaged me and demanded that I get to the Reef club ASAP when I was out since earlier this morning as today was the death anniversary of my mother. Not wanting to offend the man who has taken me under his wing at the club, I had instantly dashed across town to get to the club, despite the fact that my shift doesn't start normally until midnight. I

smiles shyly to the security guard as I heads up the stairs, trying not to let the way I take over my small frame get to me, as I dashed past the office of the person who makes My skin crawl the most!

Tommy Dog as all staff call him, I thought that he was the owner when first introduced, it was only after I had freaked out when Tommy slapped my ass in the bar areas during closing did I truly understand the nickname. Tommy makes my skin crawl, with how out of all the servants ,Tommy always requests me to bring his drink to his rather smelly office. He always forces me to place his whiskey beside his desk phone that sits beside his chair every time I get a slap across the ass, it's the same thing everyday Tommy requests his drink in his office and that it be the young blond that brings it. One time Tommy had even suggested that I could get a raise if I gave him something extra. I still remember how I trembled declining such a request, it had not gone down well. I took to heart Tommy's Words about being fired when I flinched away from Tommy's sweaty hands and now accepts the slaps to ass as I need this job if I could to afford bills and eating more than instant noodles.

One night last week Tommy got too handsy by palming my crotch, leaving me mortified, the whole ordeal happened to be witnessed by a blonde girl who was coming there to serve him his drinks, who then went and told Maximus it was a rather pissed Maximus that took me aside to tell me that The Reef Club is a shady place to be for people who look like her

innocent and other worldly beautiful.

I had been mortified that Maximus was angry with me.I have tearfully pleaded that I wasn't trying to grab attention. It was only after Maximus pulled me in for a hug, did I discover that Tommy isn't the owner, just the middle man who likes to think he is in charge and for all the past years I have been living all scared by him that he is the real owner of this Reef club! Tommy is only supposed to deal with the bar ordering, and the paper work as boss is the ones in charge! When I asked who my boss is, Maximus just smiles and pet my hair affectionately, before saying I will find out on the first saturday of the month just who overdose is. Today is that Saturday, it's the first Saturday of the month.

~ Alejandro D'amelio ~

Taking a sip of my rare imported brandy, I stared at the computer screen in front of me,

thanks to my hacker men I now have the financials of my club The Reef club! I had foolishly left the control of my club in the hands of its managers, what I see on their balance sheet does not paint a good picture for the people I had left in charge! It's the story of my life, people trying their luck and being a disappointment! It was what my father had always said before he passed. Backstabbing, and dirty tricks, the price you pay for being the head of a mafia unit! My father had also advised against having any weakness especially love, having a weakness leaves you open to your enemies and can get you killed.

I hated yet understood why my father said that, sadly weakness was the latter for my

father, he had fallen in love with my mother, to the point my dad would do anything for her.

Sadly she had been taken from them far too soon, by a rival gangs home invasion gone horribly wrong! That night was the only time I saw my mother cry, as she held my father's lifeless body to his chest. Since that night over 15 years ago, having no weakness had been drilled into me, he died while saving her, it was that night that was the catalyst that stopped his father from allowing their family trading guns illegally.

Even now I upholds that decision we don't deal in the heavy stuff like human or weapons

trafficking, we leave that for the Russians and the chinese mafia to fight over! The other trade I deal with is drugs, sadly however drugs do bleed into my operations normally by other syndicates trying to openly frame my hidden empire! As many want what I control, the black market! I can understand why people want to be in charge of the black market as nothing gets passed my rather talented team that they don't want in the city, they act as brokers as it were, ensuring the flow of goods is never detected!

We have been condemned by many for not being true mafia, and I loves to prove them

wrong on the occasions that require it. However their specialty is switching out original products for counterfeits in everything from paintings to shoes, keeping the originals to sell on to the highest bidder getting an inflated cut of the costs they charge! It's not widely known but I also individually owns a couple of restaurants and bars, one in particular matches my taste a rather opulent sex club called The Reef Club.

Brother, it's after 11 shall I call for the town car" I turn around in my office chair to face my best friend and also bodyguard. I have been so immersed in the finances of The Reef Club that I didn't realize the time. "You look stressed boss," "Enzo we have talked about this you do not need to call me boss when we are alone. To answer your question I am a little hacked off more so then stressed." I get off my chair to allow Enzo the space to look at the figures I have been analysing, somehow someone who works at The Reef club has been cooking the books.

I'm no mathematician but the years of experience of being in this family have taught me

how to uncover what's been hidden, in this case 8% of their profit margin is missing! I

watches as my right hand man scans over the details, a little bit annoyed that it take Enzo 5

minutes to figure it out, when I have been holed up in here for the better part of the day. "With figures like this it can only mean they are keeping some of your cut Alejandro. How did you cotton on?"

"My last visit in that club had to send out one of the other dancers as they didn't have my usual drink ready. It didn't sit well with me that they didn't have my usual drink considering I only attend once a month."

"Being who you are as well, they normally keep your bottle out of the way, as you hate

sharing! It is odd but Alejandro are you sure that brunette isn't just redirecting your anger after what she said to you last time! Not to mention we all spotted her running after that other smaller dancer."

I smile at him. I know what he is trying to say, yes brunette is a favourite of mine..

I fondly remember several of our trysts in the private room of the club that is purely mine.

Many happy memories exist in that room. I remember how that brunette would always take care of me. A slight fire ignited within me when I remembered just how good that brunette was with her tongue!

I had been very fortunate that I for one night a month got to experience Amelia in all her glory. I would never admit it to anyone that technically the last time I saw Amelia I got

dumped as it were! Amelia had kindly made it clear she was not interested in their casual kind of arrangement, said the dancer had made it clear nothing more sexual would happen between them. It was the first time I have ever been told what to do, I didn't like that! No one tells me what to do, yet I had been impressed with the dancers' balls to stand up to me! It's such a shame and I would be lying if I didn't enjoy the blow jobs or how Amelia raised me like a cowgirl because she did! Now that I think about it Amelia calling off our little trysts does tie in with her running off after someone else, it also happened to be the same time I had to wait for my drink! Perhaps the black haired ice queen is trying to tell me something.

The sudden ping of my iPhone shakes mel out of my happy daydream, choosing to ignore

Enzo's smug expression. I'm surprised to find just who the message is from! Turning my phone around to show Enzo all I get is a "talk of the devil, perhaps she has changed her mind? No one can resist how much you pamper your flavour of the month Alejandro both Thiago and I know it's only been the ice queen for the last six months!"

I stare down at my oldest friend using my famous resting bitch face, I shouldn't be

surprised that Enzo knows that I haven't been bringing anyone back to the manor, I can't help it that no one has been of interest, it's also not been the quietest six months with customs getting wind of our counterfeit goods trade. I have had to get creative with my importing, thankfully customers have no idea where my factory is based. "Just go get the car" I watch as Enzo salutes and turns leaving the room to get Thiago and the car ready to head to The Reef Club.

Finally alone he can concentrate on the message from Amelia, what the message says intrigues me no end. "I know you're not happy with me because I cancelled our agreement, we have a new member of staff, shall I introduce you?" I walk up to the floor to ceiling window of my office when a second message comes through "this staff member has garnered the unwanted attention of Tommy, I think you would enjoy her Alejandro. Did I mention she's also very petite, you can practically put her in your pocket." After reading that second text I can't deny that I'm not intrigued about this member of staff, I certainly don't recall meeting any new faces.

"Alright you have my attention, this person better be ready in my usual room, you have thirty minutes."