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“Well, whatever it is, I will be there too. I have been told to be ready at five as well.”
I turned and looked at him. He had a huge smile on his face. “Well look at you, moving up in the world. Getting to hang out with the big boys.”
“We will see. I haven't been told anything beyond that. I have no idea why I was asked to join. Let's hit the showers.”
We walked towards the locker room and split ways. He went into the huge men's locker room, while I walked into the small women's. You really couldn't consider it a locker room, other than it did have lockers in it. Four to be exact, lining the wall on the left. It was more of a bathroom. Two toilets in stalls and one shower. Until two years ago there was only one locker room. They did not need men and women since no women were trained at the facility. When I asked dad about it, he said ‘you want to act like one of the guys, then you can train as if you’re one of the guys.’ So, I used the men’s locker room bathrooms to change, and would just shower when I got back to the house. The older I got, however, the more problematic it had gotten. Uncle Marco had finally convinced him that having his beautiful daughter in the locker room with men high off training was a recipe for disaster. Then he had this small one built for me. I grabbed a towel and made my way to the shower.
I turned on the water and stepped out of my clothes. I ran my hand under, before stepping in. Closing my eyes as the warm water dripped over my face and down my body. I let out a long sigh as the warmth soothed my muscles. Then I heard a click, and the light behind my eyes darkened. I jerked my eyes open, seeing pitch black. “Who’s there? Turn the lights back on.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ch, ch, ch.” A voice carried off the concrete walls, seemed to be coming from everywhere.
“Who the hell is out there? Jason Voorhees? Really original.” I yelled, trying to hide the fear seeping up into my chest.
“Ha, ha, ha, ch, ch, ch.” I heard again louder.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Turn the lights back on.” I stared at the white shower curtain, it seemed to almost glow, catching the tiny bit of light seeping in from the door back out to the gym.
Suddenly the curtain moved and a large figure pushed into the shower with me. One hand gripped my waist, and the other covered my mouth, pushing me into the wall with their body. Skin against skin. “You ready to see how big I am?” Michael laughed, removing his hand from my mouth.
I shoved him in the chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m just messing with you.” He wrapped his hands around my waist, pushing his body into mine. “You kind of deserve it, alluding to everyone that I have a small dick when clearly you know otherwise.” His erection was poking my stomach.
“You provoked me, and,”
“And I know. We have to keep up the charade that we hate each other.” He crashed his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. His grip on my hips tightened, pushing me up slightly, onto the tips of my toes.
I pulled away. “It's not an act, I do hate you.”
“Oh, come on now kitten, you know you like me.”
I hated when he called me kitten, he was a fuckboy. “You know what this is, what this has and will always be. Just sex.”
“Well in that case,” he pulled away, spinning my body around. He pushed in, entering me from behind. Gripping my hips as he thrust in and out of me, both of us chasing our climax. I was close, right on the edge when I felt his body jerk behind me, filling me.
“Wait, don't stop.”
He tried to keep going, his body shaking. “Sorry kitten.” He pulled my body up flush to his, spun me around, and kissed my lips.
“Can you at least finger me?”
“I can’t, I have to be back and ready for some meeting tonight. Marco wants us to go over security protocol.” He kissed my lips again. “Next time, I promise.” He walked out of the shower, leaving me alone and unsatisfied. I don’t know why I kept letting this happen. The first time was after a huge fight with my dad, and I just wanted to stick it to him, I didn’t care who or why. Somehow, even though I knew he wouldn’t find out, I felt some sort of win knowing despite his efforts to keep me a virgin, his perfect mafia daughter was not. After all, in this world, that's what women were, things to be bartered with. But I wasn’t his perfect little virgin daughter anymore, even if he didn't know that. I took satisfaction in the knowledge. In sneaking around behind his back with one of his men. But more often than not, I was left unsatisfied. He was a fuckboy.
I finished my shower, got dressed, and made my way back to the house. I walked in the front door, and up the stairs to my room. I walked into my closet picking out a dress, a long black dress that hugged my curves perfectly. The back was low, and I looked incredibly sexy in it. Perfect for showing off to these pigs that would never get to lay a hand on me. I laid it on the bed, glancing at the picture on my bedside table, running my hand along mom's face. “I wish you were here.” I sighed and sat down at my vanity. I pulled open the middle drawer, pulling out the handkerchief and collar. I rubbed the metal tag between my thumb and middle finger. Feeling the ridges where Max was stamped. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I rarely cried anymore. I never saw Elena after that night, dad said he had fired her. That I would take care of myself from now on, so I did. I thought I had seen her one night while out walking down the street. The memory flooded my mind, and I shook my head. Shoving them back in the drawer, I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. Someday I would find her.
I blew my hair out with a round brush. Fixed my make-up, going extra thick like I always did for these meetings dad took me to. I quickly slipped into my dress, and black heels. I walked to the back of my closet, pushing the hung clothes to the side, revealing a keypad. I pressed my code in, the closet splitting in two. Behind was my little weapon collection I had been building since my sixteenth birthday. I grabbed the garter, securing it to my right thigh. I grabbed my P365, the loaded mag next to it, and slammed it into the gun, pulling the slide back. I pushed it into the holster, then ran my fingertips along the handles of my knives. Settling on a long black dagger, I pushed it inside the front of the thigh holster, and closed it off, pulling the clothes back over. I grabbed my black clutch, my .32 inside, and made my way out.
Dad looked up as I walked down the stairs, then at his watch. “Cutting it close don’t you think?”
“You said five. It is four fifty-nine.”
“Hurry up, we can’t be late.” He walked out the door, and into the back of his black SUV. Marco stood at the door, holding it open.
I glanced at the identical black SUV behind. Michael stood at the passenger door, another man at the drivers. Nick stood at the passenger door of our SUV. I climbed in behind dad, Marco shutting the door behind me. I watched as Marco got in the driver's seat, and Nick climbed into the passenger. “Where are we going anyway?”
Dad was scrolling on his phone. “The Consortium.”
Marco glanced in the rearview mirror for a split second making eye contact with me. I watched as Nick's jaw tightened. I turned to dad. “Why am I going with you? I thought you just had a meeting with them last week.” He had never taken me to those meetings with him before, and they didn’t meet often. Only every few months, and when things had gotten bad, or someone got out of line far enough that it had to be taken care of.
“You will see, you have been requested to be there.” He sat his phone down. “You will behave tonight and be polite.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Father.”
“I am serious Alora!” He snapped, grabbing my arm, squeezing it hard. “Vigo himself has arranged this, and you will accept it and do as you are told. Do you hear me?”
I tried to pull my arm away from him, but his grip tightened. “What exactly am I agreeing to?” I snapped back at him.
“You will see.”
I pulled my arm away and looked forward. Nick’s hand was in his lap, relaxing back and forth into a fist. He knew something, and he was not happy about it.
