Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 10

Davina's POV:

His command brooked no argument, his eyes, now devoid of any emotion, fixed on me. The three women unbothered to what he said, kept pleasuring him in more ways that I could possibly imagine. He gestured to a thick stack of papers bound by a black leather clasp on the table beside him. "Your contract. You'll sign it now."

My heart sank like a stone in my chest. This was it. The official sealing of my servitude, the legal binding to this terrifying new reality. I leave the glass full of ice on the table and with trembling hands, I picked up the expensive pen he offered. The dense legal jargon on the pages blurred before my eyes, a suffocating litany of my obligations to him, the precise duration of my forced service, and the dire, chilling consequences of breaking the agreement. The crushing weight of my family's safety pressed down on me, a suffocating burden that left me with no other choice. With a shaky hand, I signed my name at the bottom of the last page, the ink a dark, irreversible mark against the crisp white paper.

"Good," Ezra said, his eyes flicking briefly over the signed document before returning to the woman kissing him. She now had an ice cube in her lips and was leaning over to him. "Now you may go." he said with a dismissive voice.

A strange mixture of relief and bitter resignation washed over me as I turned and fled the opulent yet sinister confines of the VIP room, the image of Ezra surrounded by the other women, their practiced sensuality a stark contrast to my own forced awkwardness, seared into my mind. I could still hear their noises of pleasure repeating in my mind over and over. The Devil's Club had become my gilded cage, and the contract I now carried, clutched tightly in my trembling hand, was the key that irrevocably locked me inside.

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Back in the cramped dressing room, the silence felt heavy and charged after the debauchery of the VIP room. Devlin was waiting for me, her usual briskness softened by a look of concern. She closed the door gently behind me.

"Rough night?" she asked softly, her eyes meeting mine with a surprising amount of empathy.

I just nodded, unable to find the words to articulate the humiliation and fear that still clung to me. The image of Ezra surrounded by those women, the forced dance, the stolen kiss… it all felt like a grotesque nightmare.

Devlin sighed, leaning against the wall. "This isn't an easy place, Davina. But you'll find your way. Just... try to keep your head down and do what they say."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Easy for you to say."

Her gaze sharpened slightly. "Look, I'm just trying to help. What happened up there?"

"This isn't funny," I retorted, my voice tight with anger and humiliation. "Can't you at least give me some privacy?"

He chuckled softly, pushing himself off the doorframe and stepping further into the small room. "Privacy? After the little performance you just gave me? I think we've moved beyond such niceties, wouldn't you agree?" His eyes raked over my body again, a possessive gleam in their depths that made me want to shrink into myself.

"Well, I had no choice," I whispered, my voice filled with resentment.

"Clever girl," he said, his gaze finally meeting mine. "You're learning quickly." He took a step closer, and I instinctively flinched and took a step back. He stopped, a knowing look in his eyes. "Tonight was just a taste, Davina. A demonstration of what's expected of you. Andrea will leave with you now. He'll take you back to your house. Be ready for work tomorrow night. And remember our agreement." His eyes held a silent, chilling threat.

He turned and left the dressing room, leaving me alone once more, the weight of his words and his gaze a heavy presence in the small, cramped space. My hands trembled as I finally managed to fasten my jeans, the familiar comfort of my own clothes doing little to ease the raw humiliation and fear that gnawed at me. Tomorrow night. The thought hung in the air, a dark and ominous cloud.