Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 9

Davina's POV:

The heavy, ornate door to the VIP room clicked shut behind me, the sound a definitive punctuation mark on the chaotic energy of the club floor. Here, a thick, almost suffocating silence reigned, broken only by the distant, muffled throb of the bass and the soft murmur of Ezra's voice. The room was opulent, draped in dark velvet and illuminated by strategically placed amber lamps that cast long, languid shadows across the plush furnishings. Ezra was a silhouette against the rich burgundy of the oversized velvet couch, one arm draped casually across the back, the other holding a half-empty glass of amber liquid. He gestured with a languid flick of his wrist towards the low, intricately carved wooden table in front of him. "My drink, Davina."

My breath hitched in my throat, the lingering scent of expensive perfume and desperation from the club clinging to my clothes. My hands, still trembling slightly from the encounter with the gun, clutched the heavy crystal tumbler filled with his preferred scotch. I approached the table with hesitant steps, placing the glass carefully within his reach, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't immediately reach for it, his dark, intense eyes locking onto mine with an unsettling intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his sharp features, a smile that didn't reach his eyes and held a distinct predatory edge. "Now, little ghost," he drawled, his voice a low, smooth baritone that seemed to caress the air, "Entertain me." He made a subtle gesture with his head towards the space between his outstretched, impeccably clad legs. "I want a lap dance."

A wave of nausea so potent it threatened to bring up the meager dinner I'd managed to force down earlier churned in my stomach. Every fiber of my being screamed in protest, recoiling at the sheer humiliation of the request. My face flushed crimson, shame burning like a physical brand. But then, the faces of my mother, her brow perpetually furrowed with worry, Lexi, her fragile happiness a constant concern, even Dexter, his usual surly demeanor masking a vulnerability I'd occasionally glimpsed, flashed through my mind. I had made a deal, a desperate, soul-crushing bargain for their continued safety. The weight of that promise settled heavily on my shoulders, leaving me with no choice. With a heavy heart and limbs that felt like lead, I reluctantly took a step closer.

The music from the main floor throbbed faintly through the thick, soundproofed walls, a distorted, sensual rhythm that became the soundtrack to my degradation. My movements were stiff, awkward, each hesitant sway of my hips feeling like a profound violation. The cheap fabric of the borrowed dress clung uncomfortably to my skin. Ezra's dark eyes followed my every hesitant move, a possessive hunger burning in their depths that made my skin crawl with revulsion. His gaze lingered on the exposed parts of my body, stripping away the last vestiges of my dignity.

He signal for me to get even closer to him and strandle above him. Then desperation, a raw, primal instinct for self-preservation, clawed at me. This couldn't be my life, reduced to this humiliating performance for this dangerous man. A reckless, impulsive idea, born of pure desperation and a surge of adrenaline, sparked in the darkest corner of my mind. As I leaned closer, a more intimate movement towards him, my trembling fingers brushed against the hard, cold outline of a gun tucked into the waistband of his expensive trousers. In a swift, impulsive act, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and a sliver of reckless hope, I gripped the weapon, my heart hammering against my ribs and stood up. My hand trying to be steady as I pointed it at him.

Ezra's eyes widened in genuine surprise, a flicker of disbelief crossing his sharp features. The sudden silence in the room was absolute, the distant music fading into a dull, almost imperceptible hum. His initial shock quickly morphed into a dangerous amusement, a predatory glint returning to his dark eyes.

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