At that moment, he knew his entire career; everything that he's worked so effing hard to work for was going to go down the drain. The request…no, the order Nikon gave out to King isn't so stunning, but King can't possibly grant it.
So, he stopped his quivering lips before trying to dissent. “My Lord, please her…she's just a stripper! I'm… I'm uncertain whether she'll agree to lay with you. Please Lord Nikon. There are so many pretty ladies around and…”
He arose from the leather chair he's been seating on, then swayed his head to glare at King. King gulped down nothingness, overly overwhelmed by the intimidating figure who's towering over him. A grin soon curved on Nikon's lips as he tilted his head sideways.
“Do I look like I give a fucking damn, King? Huh?” he bellowed, his tone sending waves of fear down King's spine. The poor man could only shake his negativity in fear.
“Great” Nikon withdrew the cigarette then puffed out an immense amount of smoke from his nostrils and mouth. “Tomorrow I'll be expecting to see Madam Red in my room, right?” he leaned closer, knowingly he increased the fear in King's soul.
“Y…yes, My Lord!” he bowed shakily and remained in that position until Nikon and his goons exited. King wiped off the balls of sweat that had surfaced on his forehead with a handkerchief.
He huffed anxiously as he fell heavily on the chair Nikon had previously sat on. What is he supposed to do now?
Madonna, although acts like a cold-hearted bitch, has never laid with any one before. She's been continuously offered a mind -blowing sum of money for a nightstand, yet she declined.
She's a stripper, not a whore. Why can't Nikon understand? Again, King sighed apprehensively—he had to think of something. Screw the fact she's a worker, he'll do anything within his power to save his business from going down the drain.
If Lord Nikon wants her in his bed, then King would make that happen.
“You have to forgive me, Red, but it's business” he muttered before shutting his eyes.
*
*
*
*
*
Throughout the drive back to her apartment, the wolf never paused in its whimpers. It was utterly evident that it's in great discomfort and Madonna had no choice then to accelerate her speed.
They arrived at her portable apartment, then Madonna conveyed her into the living room. Fortunately, Madonna lives entirely alone; no neighbor, friends, or family relatives.
She's technically an orphan in accordance to what the orphanage home told her. Sincerely, Madonna doesn't recall much about her childhood, but slightly remembers who gave her the half - heart shaped necklace around her neck.
Presently, Madonna laid the wolf on her couch before rushing up the stairs. She rushed back down with a first aid kit in her possession.
Crouching next to the injured wolf, her eyes met with a sharp, pointy silver knife that's stuck in the wolf's leg.
“Yikes! This must hurt like fuck” she observed quietly, and it groaned painfully in response. “I'll handle this, okay? Just…endure” she said to it before setting out to work.
NEXT MORNING~~
The bright penetrative rays of the sun kissed her eyes repeatedly, so she had no choice then to force them open. Tiredly, she roamed her eyes lazily around her bedroom.
Done stretching her limbs to their limits, she arose slowly from the futon which she laid on. Madonna's eyes instantly landed on the supposed wolf she saved yesterday that's laying on her bed but entirely covered with her sheets.
She chewed her lips lightly, recollecting all that transpired yesterday; she can't effing believe she took in a wolf. She's surprised at how gusty she is, then again she didn't entirely save a wolf—it appeared fucking timid and coupled with the injuries it's sustained, Madonna was sure she could easily take down. That is, if it gets violent when awake.
Madonna twitched her eyebrows inquisitively once the sheets moved persistently. Prudently, she advanced closer to it. Her right arm was stretched, in an attempt to unreveal the wolf, only for it to pull the sheet on its own.
But Madonna found it extremely hard to believe when her eyes landed on a naked girl, her age, seated on the bed. The girl would roughly be about 18 or so; she was slender, had short brown hair and dark eyes.
“Who…are you?” Madonna asked in a mumble while taking steps backwards. The girl withstanding the fact she's naked, came down from the bed with a smile playing on her lips.
Madonna looked away, determined not to gaze at a naked girl. “Can…you, please wrap yourself with a sheet or something?” Madonna muttered, peculiarly embarrassed on her behalf. “Oh” came a sweet voice before she grabbed the sheet.
Done covering her nudity, she smiled more brightly at Madonna. “You're the lady who saved me yesterday. Thank you” Madonna gazed at the direction of the feminine voice.
She narrowed her eyes more intently at her with a thudding heart—yeah, she's scared as fuck! She treated a wolf yesterday, not a lady.
“Who…who are you?” she questioned with a shaky tone. The lady merely smiled softly, then sat on the bed. She inhaled briefly before speaking.
“I'm Savannah Phantomhive. A werewolf”
Madonna's eyes tripled in size immediately—her jaw dropped in amazement, but she was quick to compose herself. “A werewolf? But… I thought they didn't exist!”
“But we do. Aren't I?”
“Uhm…honestly I thought that was a baby goat” Madonna scoffed loudly. Unknowingly, her words struck Savannah's heart, yet she smiled to hide the pain.
“Y…yeah. I'm…a fragile wolf” She muttered, sadness laced through her tone. Madonna figured she hurt her feelings, but when she tried to apologize, Savannah spoke again.
“Anyway, I appreciate you taking that thing out” She glanced at the bloodied knife that's placed on a small table. Madonna seemed perplexed, then again Savannah was quick to clear her confusion.
“Oh…so silver and wolfsbane are wolves' weaknesses! Wow!” Madonna curved her lips in awe. Thereafter, the two ladies had breakfast together.
Savannah didn't hide anything from Madonna—ranging from how she got to the Human World, and why she was being pursued by some other wolves.
“Who sent them?” came a sharp question from Madonna. She lowered her head to the floor, recollecting how he clearly threatened her with something like this.
“Anna?” Madonna called due to how hesitant she was to reply. She lifted her teary eyeballs to gaze at Madonna before forcing a smile.
Madonna relented; she didn't mean to pry too deep in her personal life. They both spent the day basically doing nothing, but when night came, Savannah wondered where she's heading off to.
★
“You're…a stripper? Really? That's so…cool!!” Madonna gaped surprisingly at Savannah, who gushed childishly all around her. It's utterly rare to find someone who doesn't distaste her for being a stripper.
Savannah's eyes beamed excitingly as she watched Madonna stuff her outfit into her bag. “Can I come with you?” she requested. Madonna thought quickly about it, then gave it.
Together, they both left for the Almond Club.
****
Done putting the last touches on her make-up, her phone beeped due to a text message. It's from Savannah who texted. Apparently, she's impatient to watch Madonna strip.
“What a crazy ass bitch” she smiled, standing up from the high stool. Today, Madonna is dressed more alluringly since King informed her today's show will be special.
She took a deep breath before cat walking towards the door. Pulling the doorknob backwards, her eyebrows narrowed questioningly as she met King there. He had his face lowered, but the mischievous grin was visible. “King?” she called inquiringly before he lifted his head.
“Forgive me, Red” he uttered then swiftly rushed at her. She couldn't do shit since it all came suddenly—King successfully trapped her nose with the sedated handkerchief he held. Madonna didn't put up much of a struggle before slumping unconscious on the floor.
He grimaced happily as he held her delicately in his arms, then proceeded to Nikon's room.
★★★
Undoubtedly, she was sure she's in the most comfortless bed. Then again, sleep was far away from her, yet her eyes refused to snap open. Apart from that, her entire body seemed numb; she couldn't move at all.
Her senses were working, but she couldn't move. What the fuck? Madonna battled mentally with herself, but paused when the creaking of a door was heard.
Heavy approaching footsteps were soon heard before the nasty smell of cigarettes filled the air. Discreetly, she forced an eye open then again felt like dying the instant she spotted… Lord Nikon!
Her system went into a state of fright once he began to undress. Madonna, in an attempt to get the fuck out of there, scanned the room with her eyes. Luckily, a bottle of whiskey wasn't far from her reach.
She tried to reach for it but paused as Nikon approached the bed, shirtless.
Undeniably, he's freaking hot with that tattooed chest of his, then again she won't lose her dignity to such a man—not in this way.
Nikon, overwhelmed with desire, crawled slowly on the bed, heading for Madonna. Never had he come across such a beauty before, his eyes were filled with nothing else but pure lust. Towering over her sleeping face, his hand reached for her flawless face before his fingers caressed it mildly.
“How gorgeous” he hushed, leaning closer and aiming for her succulent lips. Madonna wanted to make her move at that instant, but couldn't due to the kiss—he claimed her lips possessively, literally devouring her lips and basking in its sweetness.
Madonna never intended to reciprocate it, then again she found herself moving in accordance with his lips. Subsequently, his available hand began making its way towards her exposed cleavage.
His fingers brushed against them, which succeeded in bringing Madonna back to her senses. Rapidly, she reached for the bottle of whiskey.
Without any form of hesitation, she lifted it high in the air then bashed it aggressively on his head.
“Fucking Christ!!!” his wail was freaking loud and pain filled as he paused in the foreplay, holding onto his head. Blood soon rushed out and Madonna swiftly pushed him off her body.
He fell heavily on the floor, yet held onto his hurting head. While he grunted in pain, she took off, running madly from the room.
Madonna could feel her heart beating so fast and feared it'll pop out of her rib cage any moment from now—the consequences of what she's just done won't be rosy at all. But…she'll be crazy to allow him to make love to her.
During her course of escaping, she collided with someone. “Donna!” Savannah blinked confusingly at her. She can't comprehend why Madonna is acting so jumpy…and the unhidden fear in her eyes couldn't be overlooked.
“We need to escape. Now!” Madonna blurted, grabbing unto Savannah's wrist. She pulled her away, and they ran out of the club, heading straight for the apartment.
By the time they both arrived home, Savannah was completely winded. Her breath was so unsteady that one might think she'll pass out any moment from now. After some seconds, she finally regained her breath before glancing at Madonna only to find her as pale as a ghost;she looked terribly unwell. “Donna?” Savannah tapped her shoulder, yet Madonna wasn't in the right frame of mind. She walked wordlessly towards the couch, then slumped heavily on it, burying her face in it. If there's anything she can think of right now, It's Lord Nikon. No one needs to say she's currently fucked. Initially, she wasn't scared, but reminiscing on his callous ways towards his enemies, she felt her blood slowly drying up. Savannah was anxious about Madonna. She's never seen someone look as frightened as she is right now. So, she went over to the couch. “Madonna, what the fuck happened? I came searching for you since you were yet to come on stage and when I found you, you acted like a guilty serial killer
Madonna awoke to behold three unimaginably gorgeous male individuals. At first, she hastily dabbed at her eyes to make sure she isn't dreaming and blinking her eyes back open to confirm it was truly reality, she immediately detached herself from the comfy fluffy stuff she was laid on and yanked the bed sheet aside.Her eyes took in the sights and she almost dropped. The first male figure her eyes stayed rooted on was nome other than Xavier: the playboy, womanizer, and ladies man of the triplets. The maidens in the pack swoon shamelessly around Xavier for his good-looking, deep pockets and charisma. And she noticed something, as she scanned him from head and down to the toe, he also did the same- though his was conducted shamelessly.Her eyes swept over his figure to meet with Geneva- singularly, he's described as a perfectionist. At the age of 19, himself and his brothers were made Alphas of the formidable Holy Moon Pack by their late father. Cold-hearted, ever frowzy, peskiest, callo
Lord Nikon! Lord Nikon!!There was possibly no other name than than that could give her so much shrills as that does. No one knows his mind. The Lord Nikon she had dared might be capable of doing any shitty thing, as long as it would get him to lay his hands on her.Savannah also sighed exasperatedly, collapsing unto her bed. She rubbed at her eyes, fatigue obvious on the two pairs. Madonna eyed her daringly and with a polite roll of eyes, she sat upright on the bed. She knew she has to find a way to ease Madonna up to also spare herself the headache because, holy cow! She feels so much like sleeping."We are here now, Madonna. We left him to deal with himself. Just get your mind off the messes he made of your life and start afresh. Leave your old lifestyle alone and begin something new from here onward." Savannah hopefully spoke, drawing in a long breath therafter.Madonna speechlessly ventured towards the bed and climbing unto it, she laid on her back; facing the ceiling as thoughts
"How dare you?"he thundered hazardously at Madonna's face, his face burning with unquenchable fury.She firmly took her stand, not even the least backing out. Savannah peeked from over her shoulder and Geneva's angry looking face scared her away, causing her to quickly duck back behind Madonna.She was never the type to act like scaredy cat but it has a limitation. Her courage are limited to her brothers; the triplets. The triplets are all fierce and if anything, she knows better than crossing their paths because it would mean incurring their wraths. And for a long time now, she's been abstaining from invoking any disaster."I might joke with anything but never a person who's my friend. Just because of a plain Xbox, it doesn't mean you can go all ape on her. I had thought you were more more mature but right now, I knew I had guess wrong. Just give my friend a breathing space and that's all"Madonna challenges him, inching closer to him.Geneva's hands curled into fists beside him, his
"Make me a steaming cup of coffee!"As soon as Xavier instructed, Madonna burst into a laughing fit; facepalming herself because why not? It sounds so funny to the ears that she knew he was obviously joking. Meanwhile, Xavier gave her the whole of the time to laugh, his patience still there."Don't worry, I give you the time to laugh. As long as when you're done, you'll have to hurry up and get me my coffee."he remarked, sipping from the glass of whiskey still held tightly in his hand."You seriously think am one of the pack's slave?"At her outburst, he almost choked on his drink, his head snapping up to look at her face. While she did the same; taking note of his serious expression while she has on the I-don't-give-a-fuck look."You're under our roof, Madonna. Just a simple coffee wouldn't take so much of your time to make."he plainly said, putting his glass of shot aside on the refrigerator and turning back towards her.Madonna didn't respond as she found it nothing but unnecessary.
Madonna's face paled, losing all colours..."I don't understand."She feebly shook her head, taking a short glimpse down at the document by the bed before her gaze stirred back to the man. Meanwhile, Savannah creased her nape; already having the knowledge of what was about going on."The triplets seemed to have came to an agreement and has decided that for you to stay here; you have to sign that contract that will dim you as their stripper to guarantee your lifetime stay under their roof."the man explained, the tag by his suit reading the name, Asher Dawson; the pack's lawyer."Look Mr Asher-"Madonna began, her lips pulsed to speak as she attempted inching closer to him."Miss, Madonna. The guards are right outside incase you want to object to the idea. They are there for a reason which is to throw you out. Miss, you can please cooperate or use the door."His voice came so sharply, cutting her off from any further talk.Savannah moved closer to her, rubbing a hand down her back assuring
"L-ord N- ikon..."Realization dawned on her, her eyes bobbing in their sockets in fright. Before she knew it, she fell on her knees before Oliver- having no choice than to plead. Hell- Nikon mustn't get to her!"I can assure you I won't bother you with my existence. I'll always make sure not to cross your paths henceforth. I also won't be a pain in the neck but please; let me stay here. I don't want to be thrown out of this pack, please. I promise I will be a good kid, I-"She quickly clamped her mouth shut at his stern look, creasing her forehead uncomfortably as she realized she's been a blabbering mess all this while.Oliver's eyes stayed rooted on her, gaging her every movements. His fists clenched by his sides, his jaw tensing alongside as he contemplated on his decision. Her bright eyes held so much pain and pleads while his held restriction.Savannah who stood right there behind her was rigid against the door, her eyes welling up with tears for her friend. No doubt, she knew th
"You are going nuts, Xavier. Is that what you called the meeting for?"Came Oliver's huff, looking as irritated as ever. While, Geneva raked his fingers into his hair before swiftly rising up his feet, consumed with annoyance."Obviously, yes."Xavier shrugged like it's nothing until Oliver overtook Geneva and was before him in no time to struck a cruel blow to his face."Just let him be, Oliver."Geneva quickly held him back, shooting daggers at Xavier who hastily brought up his hands in surrender. Oliver jerked his hand out of Geneva's grip and sending watchful Xavier a just-try-that-again-and-see look, before storming out of the living room."The sooner you go for a brain checker, the sooner you get healed. Fuck you Xavier, I can't believe I wasted minutes of my life just to listen to your shits."Geneva stated, shaking his head and also making his way out of the living room, tucking his hands into his trouser pocket."Well, I don't care about the starting day anymore. All I know is am