Prologue My name is Lauraine Smith. I can't really describe myself but most people told me I am gorgeous. I had chubby round cheeks and big eyes. My lips were apparently small and pink. And people usually thought people with chubby cheeks also had a round figure. But my case was different. I had an hourglass shape my body was sadly so s*xy for a girl my age. Being 19 with a body like mine was relatively cringe. Many students my age had other things to worry about like school and bla blah. My biggest worry was getting r*pped. I had rejected way too many perverts to a point I had started finding men as idiots. Fortunately I had sister's who'd encourage me to do anything. I swear if I woke up one day and said I wanna sell my b*dy they'd support me like crazy. Anyway aside from my Beaty I was a slightly so bright student. Not exactly smart but bright. Dante Rodrigo He was a man of his word. The don of the Italian mafia. The were only three things he didn't like. Mistakes. Disobedience. Lies. He was known for his ruthlessness. But no one had ever met him in real life no one dared to even speak his name directly even if they knew him not even his mother. But what happens when Lauraine almost gets r*ped in front of him at his club? What happens when she breaks every rule and dislike he has? Will he punish her? Or will she punish him?
Lauraine's POV
My family wasn't rich nor poor we just managed. My mum always had her way of putting food on the table and paying our bills. Although she always suffered in most cases.
But I knew she'd never accept any money coming from me my sisters had started helping around the house since they had already started working.
My older sister was 10 years older than me yes she was 29 and she had finished her course in law when she was 26 and from then on I knew the weight on my mom's shoulders had lessened.
She practically made our house slightly bigger and now I had my own room.
She was named Laurel and she was a bit stricter than my second sister.
My second sister was named Lauren. She was currently 25.
She had taken a 4 year course in teaching and was now teaching kids in highschool she had taught me for a year in my grade 12 as a math teacher. She was great at her job.
She helped pay for my matric dance and everything else just like Laurel helped with hers.
Currently I was in varsity. I took a course in Chattered accounting.
In my country that was a 7 year course.
To pay for my fees I worked at a night club.
And during the day I'd help in a restaurant as a waitress I was currently in the nightclub.
Of course with my body I got paid more I wasn't selling just serving drinks to the drunk men. At some point I had begun serving our VIP customers but not s*xually just drinks.
Sometimes I'd stay with them and take a drink.
It was risky I know fortunately my mum didn't know.
Today I was to serve our boss. His name is Dante Rodrigo he was cold and barely spoke tonight he was hanging out with two of his friends Nate and Andrew. They were perverts from the day we met I never liked their presence in the club as it meant I'd have a lot more trouble serving people in the club.
They had once tried to have me but fortunately my manager walked in on them.
Unfortunately he thought I was seducing them.
I didn't bother explaining myself as he never gave me a chance.
I knocked lightly on the door hoping they won't hear.
But I still heard a come in from Andrew.
Hopefully they won't try anything with Dante hear. Although they were rich they worked under him and he wasn't exactly a force to be reckoned with.
I took in a deep breath then released it before opening the door.
I forced a bright smile on my face.
"Good evening gentlemen. What would you like for tonight. " I said loud enough for them to hear me looking around I knew I was doomed.
Dante was nowhere to be seen.
Nate smirked at me and stood up taking out my pad I looked at it waiting for him to speak.
"Three glasses and one bottle of whisky. Four burgers two for me. Fries. Pizza and some Milkshake for yourself. And yourself. " He said holding my waist.
"Is that all?" I asked ignoring his last comment.
I knew if I left here now my manager would be pissed.
"Yes." He said smiling at me.
"Coming soon sir." I said turning around quickly opening the door.
He pulled me by my waist but I held on to the walls besides the door making an effort to get to the hallway and as soon as I walked out I tried to run but he pulled me to himself while Andrew ran to my front I was trapped.
But I knocked Andrew were the sun doesn't shine and tried fighting against Nate's tight grip on my shoulders.
He was trying to remove my dress but my constant moving was stopping him.
Andrew stood up after awhile and slapped me but I wasn't giving up yet so I kicked him again and managed to get out of Nate's grip but as I was running I heard another cold voice.
"Stop!" He shouted.
Turning around it was Dante I didn't know if he was referring to me or Nate who was about to grab me again the three of us stood in a line with me in the middle with our heads down.
Although I had almost got r*ped I didn't plan on telling Dante hopefully he didn't see anything or I might lose my job.
His heavy footsteps were heard as he walked up to us directly in front of me. I could feel his eyes looking at me up and down causing my hands to shake.
Without saying a word to me he spoke to the two.
"What were you trying to do?" He asked them.
"I thought she was one of the ladies you brought for us sir." Nate said I could hear the light quiver in his voice.
I gave him a side glance only to see his head bowed like mine.
So was Andrew's.
"Take them to the warehouse." Dante said indifferently.
I could hear them loudly begging for his mercy after awhile I could feel him just staring at me.
I forced myself to return back to professional mode and act like nothing happened.
"W-w-would you like me to get you a-anything sir?" I asked stuttering.
I sensed his rage before he forcefully lifted my chin.
"Stop pretending!" He ordered.
I didn't know what to say.
I looked at him and smiled.
"I'll go get your order." I said rushing off.
Dante's POV
I watched as the beautiful girl in front of me ran off.
"I'll be waiting for your butterfly." I said smiling to myself as I walked back into the room.
Seating down the thought of one of my staff almost getting r*ped eats me up.
Specifically when it's her.
Yes I know her how could I not notice her presence?
She had served me at least four times but sometimes she never knew it was me.
I'd come here usually to just look at her. I was intrigued I could say not in love that I was not I just enjoyed the little girls presence.
She had been working here for quite a while now.
I took out a cigarette from my pants pocket and lit it up.
After awhile another girl walked in with a tray in hand.
"Where's the other one?" I asked her as she was serving.
"Sir Lauraine is a bit busy serving other clients so she sent me." The other girl said timidly.
"Tell her to stop whatever she's doing and come here immediately." I said frowning at the milkshake. Who was this milkshakes for?
Those boys really took me lightly.
The other lady nodded quickly before walking out of the room.
Soon my little butterfly walked back in her head hung low as she walked directly in front of me.
"You called for me sir." She said.
I could see that the five fingers on her cheek were smudged with makeup but she was clearly not really good at it.
"Seat." I ordered.
"I have an hour before my shift ends I don't think my manager would appreciate me dilly dallying around." She said looking at her feet.
I shook my head stood up and forced her down I took a napkin and used it to wash her makeup.
"Sir.." she tried to speak but I simply ignored her and continued to rub her makeup off.
I used ice and rubbed it against her cheek she flinched away but I her chin tightly rubbing the ice on her face gently.
"Don't speak." I said when she tried to speak again.
After awhile the finger prints were gone and the redness had reduced.
"So now are you gonna tell me why you think it completely okay to almond get r*ped?" I asked when I was done.
I could see that my tight hold on her chin had caused slight redness.
"I... I... I... Are you gonna fire me?" She asked.
I could see that she was trying to blink her tears away as she looked up at me.
"Answer me first." I said turning my tone colder I could see her hands slightly shaking.
"It really isn't a big deal I work at a night club it's a bit more normal than you think. " She said.
"Then why do you continue working?" I asked my tone still cold.
I couldn't show her that she had already long s*duced me.
"I need the money." She said. "I need to go." She said trying to stand up I pushed her back down.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" I asked her while putting one leg on the couch besides her.
"My manager will get angry. " She stated looking down.
"And am I not your boss. Isn't my mood more important than his?" I asked.
"You are my boss. But he ." She tried to explain.
"He what?" I asked.
"He could fire me. I am not exactly his best staff member and he wouldn't appreciate me slacking off. Moreover staying in here with you makes it seem like I s*duced you." She said fast. "I know I was wrong for causing havoc in the club. I didn't mean to I would really appreciate if you didn't fire me."
I stared at her timid self. Causing havoc? Can this girl even hear herself she was almost r*pped and yet here she is apologising for causing havoc.
"Are you crazy?" I asked as my temper finally snapped.
"I don't follow?" She said clearly confused.
"Your arms are bruised and your cheek has finger prints but your apologising!" I shouted consumed by anger.
My words seemed to leave her speechless as she just shut up and let me help her with her bruises.
This girl.
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