Doted On By The Mafia Boss novel Chapter 2

Asking around he was informed that she was not a customer but one of the female workers of the club. Arthur was stupefied; how can it be, she was just a little kid.

His co worker sighed, slowly narrating the whole thing. 'The girl', the name through which she was addressed in the starting days, was sold to the club a week ago by an anonymous man with a Spanish accent. It was when he learnt that Little Bee was not even a native American but from Spain.

Arthur felt bad for the little girl, at such a tender age she was pushed down to such a place from where she cannot escape till she inhales her last breath. Little Bee always stayed mum, maybe because she had no knowledge of English or maybe because she was not familiar with the faces she was seeing and will see for the rest of her life. She was just a kid, the smell of wine and the red lights will surely be alien for her.

Little Bee, at that time, had no idea about how things work. She was just an innocent soul; the higher ups tried to train her for the bed so that she can start her service but maybe her poor little face cracked their hearts that they allowed her to stay and get familiar with the atmosphere in here.

It was said that she was sold for mere 100 dollars to the club, the higher ups didn't spend a fortune on her and thus were not in a hurry to get back the interest of the spent sum. Also, if she is sent to someone with raw knowledge and she provides a bad service she could ruin the whole business and contacts. Thus, Little Bee was allowed to stay in the club as a cleaner and it was decided that she will be professionally trained once she turns 16, when her body will be ample and mature to please the customers.

Within a month, the girl managed to get familiar with everyone. Sh e was assigned the cleaning works which she did with utmost sincerity. It was her small frail figure but abundance of working capability that earned her the title of Little Bee, no one cared about her real name or identity and neither did she care to introduce herself as that.

It was one night when Arthur had to stay back to clean up his personal mess when he saw the small girl clean the whole club alone, the broom was slightly taller than her yet she was stubbornly cleaning the room to shine. That night was when the two spoke for the first time, became friends instantly and even shared portion of their work. During the clubbing hours Little Bee would help him arrange the glasses and after party they both with the help of others would clean the club room.

This happened for four long years, they became best of friends and partners for life.

After cleaning the whole room the two sat down at the corner, admiring the empty room they had just cleaned. Little Bee was sipping on her apple juice when she suddenly asked, "Arthur, my birthday is up in two months. Do you remember?"

Arthur laughed to himself, it was not her birthday to be precise. No one knew when she was born, it was the date when the club bought her for 100s of dollar. He nodded silently, "I remember, how can I forget your birthday."

"Great, what have you prepared for me?" She asked enthusiastically, giving him a clear view of her 32 teeth complied in a smile. Arthur fell silent, she was going to be 16 this year, the age in which her training was decided to be started from. The age in which her freedom, her happiness, her free spirit and will will be taken away from her for life. He looked at her smiling little face in silence.