Poor Alex pt.2

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Vanessa pov

It's currently 12:00 pm and my shift starts at 1:00, I hurry up and go my mirror and put on some mascara and lipgloss

Honestly I'm not feeling it today the whole get ready and go to work shit, like I'm a waiter not a stripper, not that there's anything wrong being a stripper on the contrary I'm jealous of some of the girls, like how can someone move there body's in so many's.

After I'm done adding my lipgloss I get up and go to my closet grabbing the nearest thing and throwing it on

It's a black two piece set, it's a black skirt and a black top open from the front with a little mettle circle holding it in place, I put on some back 3 inch high heels, with string that wrap around your leg and a clear base. I grab my phone and look at the time

12:45

"Oh god I better get going* I say taking one quick glance at myself in the mirror "dam I look good" my inner thought says

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Alejandro POV

"So are you gonna tell me why it's taking you so long to look for my little Vanessa" I say and look at the beat up Alex laying almost lifeless on the floor

"I...I told you-*coughs up blood*-y..you don't...deserve her-" he say spiting out more blood

"Does it look like I care" I say and throw a punch at him

"Alejandro calm the fuck down" Isa says walking towards Alex

"Isa leave!" I scream and throw him off Alex

"YOU KNOW WHAT ALEJANDRO HES RIGHT YOU DONT DESERVE HER" Isa yells while walking out mad

I groan and take out my gun and shoot Alex in the head

"now that he's gone time to find someone new" I say and walk out of the basement

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Vanessas Pov

I arrive at work and start serving some drinks that Blake had handed me to serve "full house tonight" I say while walking around the counter and helped Him make some drinks

"Yup it's a Saturday, on Saturday's there's always a full house" he says handing someone a beer

I hum in response and start looking around the club, seeing teenagers that are definitely underage, old men touching girl *rolls eyes* , and people having a good time.

I scan the place a bit more and my eyes land on the back door, not a lot of people walk thru there unless there important

I stare at the back door for a bit longer and I see it open, when it opens I feel as if my eyes would pop out of my eye socket

"Paul ricca" I say and quickly turn the other way

"Hey Vanessa mind taking these to table 9?" I hear Blake say

"Yeah sure" I say and grab the tray of drinks

I look at the table numbers and start looking for number 9

5
Underage teens
6
Old white men *mentally gags*
7
Men in suits
8
Women having a girls day, I assume
9
Paul ricca..

"WAIT PAUL RICCA" my inner thoughts say as I almost walk by the table

"Here are you drinks" I say avoiding making eye contact with any of them

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