Vanessa
I look out the window to see an obsidian building emerging into the sky against the vibrant Nevada skyline. Bold, crimson accents trace the edges of the building, and the sign "Dark Desires", radiates a crimson glow. It's like the building itself is whispering to me, tempting me to step inside and uncover its hidden secrets. I can't resist the curiosity that wells up inside me.
His driver stops in front of the building and Danny and Luis are there to get us out and lead us inside. Danny grips the shit out of my arm, and I don't know if it's because he doesn't like me, or he thinks I will bolt.
As we step inside, my jaw drops. It's a massive club with two floors, an elevator, and a balcony on the top floor. The first floor contains a bar and right across from it, strippers dance on poles, surrounded by cozy booths. The lighting is low and sultry, creating a seductive atmosphere.
"Oh, so this is just a strip club?" I mumble, mostly to myself.
He chuckles. "Not quite. The brothel and private rooms are upstairs."
"B-Brothel?"
His fingers graze my cheek, but I recoil, causing a mischievous smile to play on his lips. "You're so innocent, Mama. I'm going to enjoy corrupting you," he purrs.
If my plan works, he won't have a chance to do that from prison.
"Luis, show Alicia what she will be doing. Mama, follow me. I'll give you a tour of the building."
She looks at me, her eyes brimming with fear, but follows Luis with her head held high. Diego grabs my arm and leads me in the opposite direction.
We ride up in the elevator in silence until the sound of sex surrounds us. My core begins to ache, and I'm tempted to cover my ears as shame washes over me.
There's definitely something wrong with me, and despite my better judgment, I can't help but want to know what's happening up here.
As we step onto the floor, I instinctively move closer to him. We make our way down a long hallway lined with numerous doors. Suddenly, a man emerges from one of the rooms, his black suit and hair slightly disheveled. He gives Diego a nod as he passes us.
"This side is where the girls work and stay. The other side is where the private rooms are," Diego explains softly.
"What are the rooms for?" I inquire.
"BDSM, group sex, public sex. If you just want to rent a room for a quickie."
I swallow hard and nod. "What about the girls? Are they like...being forced?"
"No, as I've told you before, my business is legit. They're private contractors. They choose their price and what sexual favors they offer," he answers, watching my reaction intently.
I don't know how I feel about that, but I guess I feel better knowing they're not being forced to fuck men for money, and he's not some kind of pimp.
Danny suddenly emerges from the elevator and approaches us. "Jefe, you're needed."
Diego sighs, legit disappointment etched across his features. "Mama, I'll have to cut our tour short. I have business to take care of, but Danny will keep you company." He brushes his finger across my collar. "Behave and don't give him a hard time."
Before I can even respond, he disappears down the hallway. Danny silently escorts me back downstairs to the bar and orders himself a shot of tequila.
My heart sighs with relief as I catch sight of Alicia serving drinks to men at the booths. Thank fuck Diego kept his word, and she's not dancing or selling her body.
Time drags on, and I find myself increasingly bored out of my mind. The music is so loud and catchy, I can't help but bob along as I sit on the stool. Danny is on his second shot, his subtle gaze fixed on me, though he tries to hide it.
"Sooo, it must be hot wearing that suit all the time, huh?" I ask, attempting to spark some conversation with my babysitter.
He rolls his eyes, his irritation palpable. "I need to take a leak. Can you behave, or do I need to take you to the bathroom with me and hold your hand like a toddler?" he retorts gruffly.
Yep, he definitely doesn't like me.
"I'll sit here," I reply through gritted teeth, shooting him a defiant glare as he heads off to the bathroom.
Diego wasn't kidding about this place being fancy. Everyone here is all dressed up, and my outfit fits right in. I notice guys checking me out as they walk past the bar, but when they notice my collar, they quickly look away.
This is a lot to take in. Like this is a real sex club where people are just fucking all the time.
And my captor is running it.
Nope. I need to get the hell out of here. And this will probably be my only chance.
The bartender stops in front of me, a sturdy dude with cornrows and a scar over his right eye. He leans in and asks, "Wanna drink?"
I shake my head. "No. I'm not old enough to drink."
"You know, this is a twenty-one or older club."
I manage a strained smile, hoping my eyes convey the distress I can't voice. "I'm sure it is, but unfortunately, I don't have a choice but to be here."
His eyebrows knit together until he notices the collar around my neck. "Oh."
I'm being held against my will, and all he can say is "oh"?
Help me, asshole!
He turns to walk away, but I grab his wrist, making him look back at me. "Please help me! I'm being held here against my will. Do you think you can contact the police for me?" I whisper, even though no one else is around. Who knows if there are listening devices or cameras here.
He gives me a long, intense stare before silently acknowledging my request and disappearing into the back room. Alone at the counter, I nervously drum my fingers, imagining the chaos that will unfold when the police arrive. Diego hasn't sexually assaulted me or anything yet, but kidnapping and arson have to earn him some years in prison, right? And if I can somehow gather some evidence to prove he murdered my father, he'll be locked away for good, never to see the light of day again!
The back door swings open and the bartender emerges, followed by the devil himself. His calm and impassive demeanor masks the raging inferno in his eyes as they lock onto me.
Fuck, I'm in trouble!