The Mafia's Obsession

Chapter 7

Cassandra

I opened my mouth, completely shocked by Malory's words. She knows I hate parties, oh geez, she's definitely not letting me off the hook. Little does she know, I lied about being stressed and not checking my phone. Truth is, I didn't even remember to take it while rushing out of the house. Panic started to set in. How can I escape this torture she's about to put me through? I fucking hate parties! Ever since my parents died in a fire while I was out partying with friends, I've despised parties. Mal knows this, she's been trying to make me go out, but I always decline. And now, I have to go just so she can forgive me. I looked at her determined face and knew there was no escaping this one. I sighed, giving up on the thought of even arguing with her because I know once she's determined, I won't win an argument with her.

"Alright, fine, I'll go," I grumbled under my breath. Malory jumped up and started clapping, sometimes she acts like a child, I thought as I stared at her.
"Oh, by the way, you aren't forgiven until I see you at the party," she said, which caught me off guard. "Wait, what? Hold on, I-" Before I could finish speaking, Tiffany and her minions, Morgan, Courtney, and Elena, walked into the ladies' room, eyeing us suspiciously. Tiffany was the first to speak.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?".
Malory and I exchanged a confused look because, well, isn't this the ladies' room? Before any of us could respond, Tiffany asked again.
"What are you guys doing??" .
I spoke up, "We were just about to start an orgy. The others are coming, wanna join?" I said sarcastically, considering we were in the ladies' room, for fuck's sake.
Tiffany narrowed her eyes at us and asked again, "Are you guys planning something??" I replied sarcastically once more, glaring at her, "Yes, your funeral." Is she dumb or does she think everyone is like her? What the fuck is her problem? She always tries to annoy me, I thought. Her girls giggled at my sarcasm, but Tiffany gave them a frown, silencing them. She looked like someone about to explode and stormed out of the ladies' room, her minions following suit. I rolled my eyes and muttered, "Brats." I turned to Malory only to see her smiling. "We're gonna go partying!" she said excitedly. I guess I'm gonna have to take a day off work, I mumbled. I hate this, I groaned.

Tiffany

I totally furious with her! I can't stand her, not even for a second. I wish she would just disappear, never to be seen again! Who does she think she is, talking to you like that? Acting all high and mighty, looking down on you. Deep down, I've always known she's nothing but trouble, which is why I distanced myself from her. But somehow, she manages to keep getting on my nerves, thinking she's perfect and all. I've had enough, I don't want her around anymore. It's frustrating that even if I told my dad, he wouldn't do anything since she hasn't physically hurt me. I feel like you need to take matters into your own hands. The other girls were just looking at me, and it's making me even more determined to come up with a plan. I'm just so fed up, I can't help but hate her guts. It's time to come up with a plan.

At the club

The disco ball was shining bright, and the dance floor was packed with people getting down to the DJ's tunes. The bar was jam-packed, and the bartenders were super busy serving drinks to everyone.

Cassandra

I skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, making sure no one laid a hand on me. I made my way to the bar and signaled for Tyler. He turned to another bartender to take over while he came over to my side of the bar. "Hey, handsome," I greeted him with a smile. "Could you handle these orders for me?" Tyler winked at me and got to work.

I stood by the bar, observing the crowd and giving my tired feet a break. "It's so crowded with teenagers, right?" Tyler commented. "Hmm," I replied, still scanning the crowd. Then Tyler shared some gossip with me, saying, "One of the popular high school boys is celebrating his birthday here tonight." My mouth dropped open in surprise. "I see," I said.

Just then, one of the teenagers called out for their drinks. Tyler passed them to me, and I walked over to deliver their order. Feeling a bit worn out, I decided to take a short break and let Stacy take over since she had finished her own orders. I found an empty corner at the side of the club, sat down, took off my heels, and gave my feet a much-needed massage.

"Goodness, I hope I don't end up with crippled feet," I muttered to myself. But then, I felt it again—the stares. I tried to ignore it, but it felt like those eyes were piercing right through me, peering into my soul. This time, I decided to search for the source of those eyes. And there he was, at the top of the club, lurking in a dark corner as always, like he was hiding or something. I kept my gaze fixed on him, waiting for him to look away first, but he didn't. I shifted in my seat and looked away, but I could still feel his eyes on me. It's like he couldn't take his eyes off me, like he was getting some sort of energy from it. I couldn't help but wonder who he was. After my break, I went back to work, still feeling his gaze on me. Stacy went to her side of the club, and suddenly I felt a sense of relief. Was I being held onto before? Then it hit me, I looked up at the club and he wasn't there anymore. That explains why I felt relieved, I mumbled to myself. I shrugged it off and continued with my work. Ugh, I'm so tired. One of the teenage boys has been hitting on me and even tried to grab my boobs, but I've been avoiding him. I don't want to cause a scene.

Unknown pov

I didn't really feel like going to the club today, but I was so restless. I couldn't focus on my work, and I kept worrying about my princess. I don't know why, but my mind kept going back to the club. Eventually, I gave up trying to work and just went there. As soon as I stepped in, I couldn't help but think about asking the waitress about my princess again. I didn't care about keeping my distance anymore—I needed to see her. I checked out the waitress, and she seemed clean and like a good influence, so I didn't have to worry. Instead of going to my usual lounge spot, I went to the top of the club. I was about to head into one of the VIP lounges up there when I caught sight of her. I could never mistake her for someone else. She looked fine, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But then, I frowned. She looked tired, though. I couldn't stop looking at her, just feeding my eyes with her presence. It felt like an eternity since I last saw her. I couldn't take my eyes off her—she's so beautiful. I looked at her with longing, but then my face hardened when I saw her smiling at one of the bartenders. I clenched my fist, feeling jealous. Those smiles are meant for me alone, I thought, boiling with jealousy. But as I continued to look at her, I felt myself calming down. She's my weakness. I was just standing there, completely mesmerized by her. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she worked, and I couldn't help but notice how amazing she looked in that tight skirt. Her hips swayed so gracefully, it was hard not to stare. I got furious seeing those teenage boys ogling at her, I'll kill them!, I'll pluck out those eyes of theirs!. She's mine to stare at only. After a few minutes, I saw her walk over to the corner of the club, sit down, and take off her heels. She started massaging her legs, and it was clear that she was really tired. I couldn't help but wish I could give her a foot massage to help her relax.
My eyes were fixated on her, and I didn't mind at all. She's someone I love to stare at. I noticed her looking around, and then our eyes met as she gazed right at me. It was an incredible feeling, my heart leaping with joy. We held that intense gaze for a few minutes, but then it shifted and she looked away. "No no no no, please don't look away," I mumbled, longing to see those eyes again. Soon, she stood up and went back to work. I couldn't resist glancing at her a bit more before I turned and walked into the VIP lounge. Just a little bit more, and then I can have her, I mumbled to myself.