Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 10

Davina's POV:

His command brooked no argument, his eyes, now devoid of any emotion, fixed on me. The three women unbothered to what he said, kept pleasuring him in more ways that I could possibly imagine. He gestured to a thick stack of papers bound by a black leather clasp on the table beside him. "Your contract. You'll sign it now."

My heart sank like a stone in my chest. This was it. The official sealing of my servitude, the legal binding to this terrifying new reality. I leave the glass full of ice on the table and with trembling hands, I picked up the expensive pen he offered. The dense legal jargon on the pages blurred before my eyes, a suffocating litany of my obligations to him, the precise duration of my forced service, and the dire, chilling consequences of breaking the agreement. The crushing weight of my family's safety pressed down on me, a suffocating burden that left me with no other choice. With a shaky hand, I signed my name at the bottom of the last page, the ink a dark, irreversible mark against the crisp white paper.

"Good," Ezra said, his eyes flicking briefly over the signed document before returning to the woman kissing him. She now had an ice cube in her lips and was leaning over to him. "Now you may go." he said with a dismissive voice.

A strange mixture of relief and bitter resignation washed over me as I turned and fled the opulent yet sinister confines of the VIP room, the image of Ezra surrounded by the other women, their practiced sensuality a stark contrast to my own forced awkwardness, seared into my mind. I could still hear their noises of pleasure repeating in my mind over and over. The Devil's Club had become my gilded cage, and the contract I now carried, clutched tightly in my trembling hand, was the key that irrevocably locked me inside.

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Back in the cramped dressing room, the silence felt heavy and charged after the debauchery of the VIP room. Devlin was waiting for me, her usual briskness softened by a look of concern. She closed the door gently behind me.

"Rough night?" she asked softly, her eyes meeting mine with a surprising amount of empathy.

I just nodded, unable to find the words to articulate the humiliation and fear that still clung to me. The image of Ezra surrounded by those women, the forced dance, the stolen kiss… it all felt like a grotesque nightmare.

Devlin sighed, leaning against the wall. "This isn't an easy place, Davina. But you'll find your way. Just... try to keep your head down and do what they say."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Easy for you to say."

Her gaze sharpened slightly. "Look, I'm just trying to help. What happened up there?"

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