From Heart With Hate

Wildest Dreams

'You never really know how toxic someone is until you breath fresh air.'

It's been a whole month into this stripping business. It's fun. I am a different person with that make-up and clothes, like a more confident and graceful version of me. I never knew I could move like that on stage in front of all those people.
Initially, I was a little terrified, but the moment I stepped on the stage, I felt an inner urge to prove my worth and do my best. Carolina thinks I am too good for a newcomer. Well, I can't deny it, either. I thought I was going to mess everything up. But I did far beyond my expectations. It's like I am living my wildest dreams.

It was a cold day. I was sitting in front of the furnace when I heard my name on stage.

I checked myself in the mirror for the last time and climbed up the stage as I flipped my hair to one side.
All those hooting and howling were like music to my ears. Initially, they used to scare me, but now it feels like an achievement.

I swiftly moved towards the centre and began to swing my body sensually, feeling the light music mixed with the growling of those lusty men as I closed my eyes and moved my hands across my chest and neck.

"Nikki, how much for a night ?"

"Marry me, Valentine."

I winked toward the crowd even though I felt disgusted inside. My job isn't just about exotic dancing; I have to face these cruel comments from men. They try to grab and lick me, which is utterly disgusting. However, the attention I receive from the men feels empowering.

Hooting and shouting heightened as I turned around, moved towards the pole, and began dancing around it slowly.
After swinging and dancing around the pole, it was almost time for my performance to end. So I began to move towards the front to grab the money. I wouldn't say I like doing that, but I can't let any other stripper touch what's mine.
As I picked the dup collar and placed it inside my bra, I felt a hand kneading my ass. I turned around to see a man in a black jacket; he was very drunk.

"Remove those filthy hands unless you want to be removed," I warned lightly.

"Whatchu gonna do sue me? " He chuckled as he continued to grope my thighs.

At that moment, I felt a sudden rage in my body. I turned around and pressed my 6-inch heel into his neck, making him fall back on the floor.

The crowd was shaking. I saw Alessandro gasping in shock backstage. I was numb. I didn't realise what I did until that man stood up and took out his gun.

"How dare you, bitch."

Suddenly Alessandro climbed up the stage and asked the guards to take the man out.

He held my wrist tightly and dragged me down.

"How often am I supposed to tell you not to behave like that?"
He said as she pushed me down on the couch.

"Didn't you see what he-" I tried to yell back.

"You might have earned a lot of fame here, but I won't tolerate this the next time." He growled.

I rolled my eyes.

"What will you do? Fire me? Guess you can't." I scoffed as I lighted my cigarette.

He gave me an annoyed look and stomped out of the room in frustration.

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"Nikki Valentine, I finally get to see you; I am Enzo, by the way." Said the tall, muscular guy sitting on the chair, pouring whiskey in a glass.

He had beautiful grey eyes, just like Niccolò. His hair was red. The way he grinned reminded me of Niccolò.

I smiled a little and turned on the music. Music helps remove the awkwardness.
His grin widened when I began to swing my body lightly. His grey eyes kept following me as I danced around his chair.

I have given lap dances to over 50 men in the last few weeks, but this man has something different about him. The way he looked at me gave me chills.

He closed his eyes a little as I sat on his lap and began to grind his thighs. The upper half of his white linen shirt was unbuttoned, giving a glimpse of the gigantic tattoo he had on his chest.

"You're so good at it." He moaned as he grabbed my waist and began to pull my chest close to him.

"You aren't supposed to touch me. " I warned.

"Oh yeah ?" He taunted and began to tighten his grip. I tried to get up, but the more I tried, the more he pulled me into him. I could feel his erection underneath his jeans.
I immediately took out a taser from inside of my panties and held it near the back of his neck.

"Don't.you.dare." I hissed.

"You sure a brave woman, Caterina."

How does he know my real name? I lowered my hand slightly; he took the opportunity, grabbed both my arms, and hovered over me.

"Who are you ?" I whispered.
His face was inches from me; I could feel his breath on my lips.

"Whatever you want me to be - a guardian angel or your worst nightmare, Caterina." He grinned.

"My intuition tells me you don't want to be the latter."

"Ah, now I know why my little brother is whipped over you." He chuckled and loosened his grip on me.

"He never mentioned you."
I raised my eye

"He isn't a fan " He stood up and fixed his clothes.

Now that I look at him, I can see the resemblance. His facial structure, eyes colour and lips are so like Niccolò.

"So, what do you want from me ?" I crossed my arms.

"You see, Caterina, the real question is what I can give you?"

"What do you mean ?"
"You want revenge from those who have ever wronged you; admit it." He said as he sipped another sip of whiskey.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"And why would you help me ?"

"Enemy's enemy is a friend Angelo." He smirked.

"So you want to kill Niccolò' DeVille ?" I raised my eyebrows.

"You are smarter than I thought." He smirked.

"How can I trust you ?"

"You have my word, Angelo. I will help you achieve your heart's desire if you help me kill my baby brother."

I nodded in consideration.

"You're a wise woman; call me whenever you are ready; I am sure we will make a nice team." He said as he took out a card from his pocket.

"I enjoyed your dancing, by the way." He chuckled as he exited the room.

A/N

Mommy? please mommy ? Mommy?

Mommae by jay park 🥵🥵