Stripper For The Mafia Bosses

Chapter 1

Francesca's POV.

"Where the hell did I keep that thong for goodness sake?!", I cussed under my breath as I desperately searched my work clothes.

It was either I brought my own thong from home, or I wore some dirty ass, uncomfortable pantie that some other sex worker had worn the night before.

I overslept from last night's job, and now I had to pay for the consequences by rushing myself to work again. Everything I had to take to the club with me seemed to go missing when I needed them the most, and searching for them had me sweating in the tiny, crooked apartment of mine.

I finally put my shit together, and I quickly took a seat in front of my cracked mirror to wipe the fluid off my face and apply some light make-up, hoping it wouldn't get washed away by another wave of heat.

My phone suddenly came alive with a call, and the name I saw on the Caller ID made me groan my stomach out.

My rude boss was the last person I needed to speak to right now!!

As much as I hated her, I wouldn't dare let her call twice.

I cleared my throat and picked the call before it stopped ringing.

"Miss. Patricia!!", I said in a high pitched tone, pretending to be excited by her call. "I was just about to call you! You won't believe what just happened to me now-"

"What happened to you now?", She cut me off. "Did you break your ribs trying to cross the road today? Or did you get kidnapped on your way to work? Did your mysterious cat get poisoned? Or did your mother go to the hospital for the umpteenth time this week? Which of the stories are you giving me today?", She questioned sarcastically.

"I have no excuse for coming late, ma'am. I'm really sorry. I'm already on my way-"

"We're going to find out very soon. First of all, I need you to know that I'll only be paying you half of your income for the week for coming late six out of seven days."

"Ma'am!", I protested helplessly.

"Secondly, if you do not show up in the next fifteen minutes, you can be rest assured that you'll be looking for another job in another club!!", She spat and cut the call immediately.

I sighed and finished my makeup before getting out of my room.

I tried to quickly fetch myself a glass of water when I began to hear strange noises outside.

"Francesca!! Are you home??!! Come out and help us out!!"

What was it this time?

I rushed out of the house, only to meet my neighbors carrying a drunk man over their shoulders to my doorstep.

The drunkard had to be no other than my own father.

"Your father won some casino money and wasted it all on drinks. Apparently, he drank more than he could pay for, and they pushed him out of the bar. We had to help him here, or he would end up sleeping in the streets", one of them explained.

"Get off me!! I can walk by myself!!", My father pushed them away.

"Sir, let's help you-"

"Get the hell off me!!", He freed himself and managed to stand by himself, but not for long. He tried to get into the house, but ended up staggering and somersaulting into the living room, giving us all a scare.

"Please take care of him and advise him to stop drinking", they looked at me with pity before leaving.

I didn't need to deal with this.

I walked into the living room to see him sprawled on the ground.

"How long are you going to keep embarrassing me, father?!! Mother is sick, and you're busy drinking your life away!", I lamented in agony as I tried to get him up.

"Mind how you talk to me, woman!! Don't you know I'm your father?!! Are you any better, working as cheap prostitute for an evil woman-"

Before he could finish his harsh words, his eyes turned white, and I moved away quick enough to dodge the gross fluid that came out of his mouth and his nose.

"Fucking hell!!", I cried in agony as he threw up all over the living room.

I saw my phone ring again. What the hell was I going to do?!!

I couldn't deal with this right now. If I lost my job, I wouldn't be able to afford my mother's drugs.

I left him in his pool of vomit and ran out of the house,

***

"Prepare to join the other girls", one of the men informed me in the dressing room.

I readied myself and was about to leave when my phone rang.

"Hello doctor. I should've called you earlier-"

"Francesca, we have a serious problem."

The tone of his voice made my chest tighten

"What is it doc?"

"It's your mum. She's gotten too critical."

My heart began racing too fast. "B... But I thought you said she's getting better?"

"I thought she was, but we saw five more tumors grow in her brain. We need to perform a surgery right now, and we need six hundred thousand dollars to begin with-"

"Six hundred thousand dollars!!", I began to feel dizzy at the weight of the amount alone.

Where the hell was I going to get that money from?!!

"Hey!!"

I jumped in shock and turned to the door to meet an angry guard.

"Did I not tell you to get ready?!", He questioned me.

"I'm... I'm ready", I cut the call immediately and headed for the exit.

"Stop there." He stretched a briefcase to me. "Madam Patricia needs you to take this money to the secret room. You know what will happen if you steal right?"

Without replying him, I took the money and walked to the secret room.

Normally, all the cases I brought here were locked, but I touched the locks out of curiosity, and it popped open.

"Holy bullshit!!", I gasped and covered my mouth in shock.

I saw hundred dollar bills stacked atop the other to the brim of the briefcase.

This...

This was more than the amount I needed for my mother's treatment.

A desperate thought crossed my mind.

Patricia would kill me if I stole a dollar, but would I let my mother die when I had the chance?

The devil won and I closed the briefcase before taking it out.

I made sure no one was at the passage before walking through the back door.

There was a fight in the club and the attention of all her guards were needed to end the fight.

There was absolutely no one to stop me.

I couldn't believe it till I left the suffocating club and the evening wind slapped my face.

This was it!

I hugged the briefcase as tight I could and picked on my heels, running as fast as my legs could take me to the house

Chapter 2

Francesca's POV.

"You shouldn't have done this!!"

"Do you how bad you've fucked yourself up!!"

"Was this really worth it?!"

These were the thoughts that fueled my fear and kept me running all the way back to the house without looking back.

I was scared shitless, fearing that Patricia would catch up with me if I stopped, not bothering to know if she'd even noticed the missing money.

I forced myself to slow down when my tiny apartment came into view, and the blood that rushed up my head threatened to make me unconscious.

There was so much adrenaline coursing through my veins, but my legs were numb and aching badly at the same time.

I thought of running to the hospital straight, but my father needed to know that his wife was dying, even though I knew that he wouldn't care less.

I began walking up with the little strength in my legs, but I noticed some black Lincolns that occupied the whole compound.

When did my father begin receiving visitors in his drunk state?

I walked to the doorstep and made for the door to see what was going on, but a loud crash made my hand stop on the door knob.

"Do you think we're joking with you?!! Where is my money?!!", I heard a rough voice question loudly.

Confused, I peeped through the hole on the cracked window and my eyes widened in horror when I saw twelve men all dressed in black surrounding my father who was tied with ropes, his eyes swollen and his lips burst and bleeding.

What the hell was going on?!!

"I've told you...", My father spat blood from his mouth. "I didn't steal your money, Chris-"

Before he could finish, his face was met with another slap that caused him to groan in pain.

"Lie to me one more time. I dare you!"

"Okay, fine", my father surrendered. "I cheated in the casino and took your fifteen thousand dollars", he confessed.

Fifteen?!!

"And where is it?"

"I... I used the money to buy some drinks", he murmured.

The man scoffed. "Your family must be very proud of you." He turned to his men. "Treat his fuck up."

All at once, they pounced on him, beating him until he began shedding painful tears.

I wanted to yell and cry, but I couldn't save him from this. Not with the money in my hand to pay for mother's bills.

They finally stopped and the man faced my father. "I'll either take my money tonight, or I'll leave your dead body. Choose one."

"Please, don't... Please don't kill me. I beg you! I don't want to die... You can take anything in this house, but not my life, please!", He begged miserably.

"Look around you, dumbass. What can possibly be worth fifteen thousand dollars in this ditch hole?! Huh?!"

"I... I have a daughter..."

Wh... What?

Did I hear him well?

"I have a daughter who you might like. She's very pretty, and she knows how to satisfy men. You can have her. Do whatever you want to do with her. You can use her as your personal doll, or you can use her to make money in your casino. You can take her... But spare me, please!!", He cried desperately.

Was my own father trying to sell me for fifteen thousand dollars?!!

What the actual fuck?!!

I knew this selfish man hated me and my mother, but never in my life would I have thought that he would try to sell me off!

"And where's she?", The man asked greedily.

"Well, she's... Not there-"

"You still think I'm joking?!", He raised his hand high and gave my father a raw sucker punch.

The speed and bluntness shocked me so much, I gasped loudly.

Immediately, all eyes turned to the direction of the window, including my father.

I froze immediately.

"Who's that?!!"

"That's my daughter!! You can take her!! Take her with you!!!"

Fuck!!

"Get her for me", he ordered his boys.

I pivoted immediately and ran to the streets as fast as my legs could carry me.

Fortunately, a cab was just turning round the corner.

"I'll pay you whatever you want, just drive as fast as you can!!", I begged immediately as I rushed in.

By the time the men came out to get me, the cab had already sped off.

****

Mother sighed when I told her all that just happened to me.

"Sometimes I wish I didn't marry your father. I mean, I love him to death, but you don't deserve to have that man as your burden", my mother weakly lamented and shook her head, a small tear falling down her left eye.

She was paler than when I last saw her and I hated it. I was scared I was going to lose the only person that genuinely loved me.

"I wish I never got pregnant for him. You deserve a better father , and I couldn't get that for you-"

"Stop punishing yourself, mum." I cleaned her tears before mine would start falling. "You have me, and that's all that matters-"

I was interrupted by a buzz on my phone.

I had a message, and the name of the sender sent shock waves down my spine.

"YOU HAVE GUTS, FRANCESCA. SO I SENT YOU TO KEEP MY MONEY, AND YOU DECIDE TO STEAL IT?. I HOPE THE DEVIL THAT ADVISED YOU TO DO SO HAS GOTTEN YOU A SPOT IN HELL, BECAUSE IT SWEAR THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE GOING WHEN I CATCH YOU."

"What's wrong?"

Mother must have seen the worry on my face.

I couldn't keep it from her.

"I have the money for your surgery, but... I stole it from my boss. And she's going to kill me when she catches me."

My mother was silent for a while, and I didn't like it.

"You're going to get the surgery done, but just in case you don't see me, know that I love you-"

"You're not paying for any surgery."

I stared at her in confusion.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You're going to use that money to board a flight to the United States."

What was this woman saying?

"She can only kill you if she finds you right?, and I will not let you die because of me. So you're going to board the next plane to America right now."

I couldn't believe she was saying this. "Mum! The doctor said-"

"Fuck the doctor, Francesca. I'll be fine. I need you to be safe, and that's not a negotiation. You're going to the U.S right now. Do you understand me?"

Chapter 03

Francesca's POV.

America was... Different.

It wasn't until the airplane touched down that I realized I didn't know a single place in this country. Nor a single person that I could stay with.

I'd long left the airport and now I was out on the streets of New York, with nowhere to go.

It was a 24 hour flight, so it was almost midnight. I needed to find a cheap hotel to stay in and some food to cure my hunger. I had some money left from the briefcase I stole, but I knew it would only last me a few days in a place as expensive as New York.

I kept walking mindlessly, looking for an inn or a motel that didn't look expensive from outside, but I somehow found myself in the dark part of New York.

I knew I didn't have anywhere to go, but it felt like I was lost or something.

"Who do we have here?", I heard someone whistle loudly.

I shouldn't have been too stupid to even stop, but it was too late now that I'd faced them fully.

"What's a pretty damsel like you doing in this part of New York?", The young man who whistled threw his toothpick away, his eyes rummaging through my whole body.

"I'm... I'm searching for an inn or a cheap hotel I could stay for the night, and possibly for the next few days. I don't know if you know anywhere available-"

"Do you know who you're asking? We own the streets of New York! Of course, we do! All we need is for you to follow us", I saw a smirk on his face.

If I was too stupid to stop and talk to a vagabond like this, I shouldn't have been too stupid to follow him and his friend, but I didn't have any choice. I clearly wasn't going anywhere with my own intuition.

We kept walking for a few minutes, and before long, we found ourselves in an alleyway.

It was dim with no CCTV cameras around.

I thought we were going to take a sharp turn, but the alleyway was just the end of the road.

Out of nowhere, I saw about three more young men come out to join the gang that escorted me here.

Why did I feel like I was going to regret my decisions?

"You know what...", I began backing out slowly, "I think I'm going to be fine on my own-" I hit a brick wall only to see two heavy men blocking the path we just passed through.

I was surrounded by dangerous boys!

"Why are you trying to run? All we need is for you to relax...", The vagabond sneered with his lust-filled eyes checking me out.

"Look, I don't want any trouble-"

"And fortunately for you, we're not troublemakers. But only if you give us what we want, hmm?", He stroked his chin and the others snickered.

My hands were shaking and beads of sweat formed over my forehead.

I was fucked.

"Pl... Please, just let me go. I beg of you-"

He shut me up by slapping my ass roughly and I pushed him away.

I saw an opening and desperately ran through them as fast as my legs could carry me, but I wasn't fast enough.

I felt a grip over my waist before being lifted in the air and thrown to the ground, bruising my head badly.

"I see you want it the hard way. Open her legs wide! We're all going to fuck her till we get satisfied!!", The vagabond ordered and they all pinned me down in excitement.

"Let me go!!! Get off me now!!", I cried and kicked and struggled, but they were too strong for me.

No way I was going to be raped on my first night in New York!!

He removed his trousers to reveal a stiff cock with dirty bumps all over it.

He was about to get in when we heard gunshots in the air.

"It's Mr. Alfred!!", One of them cried and chaos was the next thing that occurred.

They left me and began running helter skelter to for their nearest exit.

"The briefcase, take it! There might be something valuable in it!"

Before I could get my hands on it, I had it snatched from me. "No, please!! That's my life now!!", I begged, but the person disappeared with it into the darkness.

Soon, I was left alone with the short, round, baldheaded man who saved me.

"Are you okay?", He asked.

"Thank you so much for saving me", I bowed over and over in appreciation. If not for him, I probably would've died by now.

"What was in the briefcase?"

"All of my life savings", I lied fluently. "I planned to use the money to stay in a hotel for the next few days and get some dinner. It was meant to sustain me till I was able to get a job so I could pay for my mother's surgery in Italy, but I guess I'll stay on the streets tonight", I explained and dusted floor dust off my skin.

"And risk getting raped again or worse, killed?", He asked.

"I don't have a choice, do I?", I shrugged with a nervous smile on my face, even though there was nothing funny about what just happened.

I couldn't believe I would be this traumatized on my first night in America.

Maybe it was better for me to have died by the hands of Miss. Patricia than for all this to happen.

The cold evening wind made me shiver and made my wounds hurt badly.

"I can help you with a roof over your head, and some food."

I looked up at him in surprise.

"Really?!"

"I can also give you half of the money for your mother's surgery-"

"Thank you so much sir! I can't thank you enough! You've already done so much by saving me from the hands of those evil men!"

"But on one condition. You're going to work for me to pay me back."

"Ermmm... What job are we talking about, sir?"

I saw his eyes roam all over my curves like I was some fresh orange he was planning to buy from the market.

"You will work as a stripper for me in my club."

"S... Sir?"

I'd already done dirty work in Italy. I got to America hoping that I'd get an honest job this time around.

"You heard me right. I can help you, but only if you become a stripper in my club. If you don't want it, you'll stay here in the streets. If you want help, follow me", he said and turned to leave.

I should've learned my lesson by now, but it was either this or getting raped again.

I knew damn well I couldn't survive the streets.

"When am I starting the job, sir?"