Chapter 3
★ Author's POV ★
~~ Dark Night Club ~~
° Upbeat music playing °
• Bodak yellow by Cardi B •
∆ Say lil b*tch you can't f*ck with me if you wanted to ∆
∆ These expensive, This is red bottoms, These is bloody shoes ∆
∆ Hit the score I can get them both I don't wanna choose, And I quick cut that nigga off so don't get comfortable... Look ∆
∆ I don't dance now I make money moves.... ∆
∆ Say I don't gotta dance I make money moves ∆
∆ Say if I see you and I don't speak that means I don't F*ck with you ∆
∆ I'm a boss you're a worker b*tch I make bloody moves ∆...
Cheerful screams could be heard from the audience as they watched the sexy masked girl dance on the poll.
When the music ends and the cheer gets louder she picks the dollar bills off the floor hastily and walks to the dressing room.
'Black bunny'
'Black bunny'
'Black bunny'
The cheers getting fainter as she walks out the glass box.
Π... Black bunny... The nickname she chose after signing up for the job... The club rules states that identities of dancers are secretly kept under wraps.
"You did great out there." Girl 1
"That was perfect." Girl 2
"You really are a good dancer." Girl 3
Compliments flooded in one after another, but she says no words just leave a small smile and nods.
"You're heading home?. " Cristina asked.
Π... Cristina... Colleague and friend.
"Yep... 'Getting late." She replied casual with a smile.
"Sure is... Get dressed, I'll drop you off. "
"No need... Imma head a few blocks south... Meeting someone."
"Oh... That's chill... Just be careful Newyork's quite risky at night." Cristina says cautiously.
"Puff... Risky... Well you've never been to Rome before.." She says with a chuckle.
"Nah... Just be careful... I'm off." Cristina says with a wave as she walks towards her car and zooms off.
"We'll I guess its just me now. " she said as she starts walking.
She walks towards an alley until she stopped, feeling a chill down her back as she turns only to find a disheveled looking man who seems to have been following her.
"Yoo... What's a beauty like you doing on the streets so late at night?. " He asked.
Silence....
"You need me to walk you home?. "
Silence....
"Hun.... Dumb I see... Well you don't seem like someone who'd scream for help... (Laughing)... Lucky me. "He said as he tried to drag her hand only for her to brush it off.
"Hmm... Feisty ey... Come over here you little b*tch. " he said as he tried to grab her hand again only for her to brush it off.
After two minutes of exchanging blows, she comes out of the alley unshattered, adjusting her clothes and walks out with a smirk on her face.
'After spending half my life in Rome... I need to be able to protect myself well. ' she couldn't help but think.
"Paloma!" A voice calls out from a distance breaking her trail of thoughts.
~ Paloma Del Sol .... Italian.... Age : 24... Dark eyes... Granddaughter to nanny miranda... Poll dancer...
Turning south to find her friend Havana.
"Yoo. "
"Been waiting for you. "Havana says as she pants.
"You've found me... Let go... " She says indifferently and walks off.
~ Havana del grande.... Half Italian, Half American.... Age: 23... Blue eyes... Ballet dancer... Identical twin to famous pianist, Heaven del grande...
"Wait up. " Havana calls as she race's towards Paloma.
To be continued....