The week had been really hard on her. She would work herself to death then go straight home to sleep and repeat the whole thing over again. It felt like the life had been sucked out of her, not being able to recognize the person staring back in the mirror.
The last time Lake had seen her father was when she had gone to Dante’s office. She would call him every day, but he would always text her that he would see her later. She was worried sick that something might be wrong with him, so she had decided to go see Dante after her shift to ask about him.
She also hadn’t spent more than maybe twenty dollars’ worth of her tips, so she planned to give all her tip money to Dante to help pay off her father’s debt. Lake figured if he got all her tips on top of her salary, she wouldn’t be working for him for the rest of her life. She was going to do whatever it took to pay him off as fast as possible, even if that meant living off dimes and nickels in the process. She was used to that, anyway.
Making sure her makeup and big hair looked suitable, she headed to the front of the huge dressing room, needing to use the restroom before her shift.
Turning the corner, she ran right into two bodies which were blocking the bathroom door. “Sorr—”
“Holy fuck. Lake?” Amo couldn’t keep his eyes from everywhere except her face.
Oh, no.
“Shit.” Nero sneaked a knock on the bathroom door.
Oh, no.
Lake needed to escape. She tried to quickly pass them to run in the bathroom before she vomited the little bit of food she had in her belly.
“Doll, you really, really don’t want to go in there.” Amo moved to completely block the door.
It’s coming up! Quickly, she put her hand over her mouth to keep from hurling.
“Oh, fuck that.” Amo dodged out of the way like he weighed a hundred pounds.
“Coming in!” Nero yelled, giving her a wide berth.
Lake quickly flung open the door, her hand dropping to the side along with her mouth.
“Vincent?” She blinked her eyes a couple of times, hoping it was only a terrible illusion.
Vincent pulled his mouth away from the woman sucking on his lips and zipped up his fly. “Lake?” He turned around, revealing a platinum-blonde with huge, naked, perfect boobs which could poke your eyes out.
“Kim?” She wished she said her name while looking at her face. Of all the girls there, Kim was the bitchiest, not even giving Lake the time of day.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Kim asked Vincent.
Vincent stood there in shock, clearly not knowing whether he should be more surprised by the situation or the fact that Lake was dressed like a porn star as he looked her up and down.
“No, and I highly doubt she ever will be now,” Amo muttered behind them.
“I tried to fucking warn you,” Nero told him.
Lake felt the world starting to spin as the bile rose once again from her stomach. “I think I’m gonna…”
Kim strutted toward her, loving the fact that she could show off her boobs to three good-looking men. “Get the fuck out of here, new girl. We’re busy.”
Lake could no longer think or hold the sickness down in her stomach. The unfortunate target? Two huge tits.
A high-pitched scream filled the air.
There were truly some things you could not un-see.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dear Mafia Father, Fuck You.
Kim continued to scream at the top of her lungs.
“I’m so sorry, I didn—” Lake covered her mouth again, afraid she wasn’t done, the feeling of lightheadedness continuing.
Vincent ran to grab Lake to hold her up. He brought her over to the sink where he quickly turned on the cold water and placed her hand underneath the running water.
“You fucking bitch!” Kim continued to scream.
“Sweetheart, you need to calm the fuck down.” Vincent’s voice turned lethal.
“What in the hell is going on—” Sadie squeezed by a hysterically laughing Amo and Nero. “Oh, honey.”
“Do you see what that bitch did to me?” Kim started to shake, unaware of how to even clean the nastiness off.
Sadie walked up to her and bitch-slapped her across the face. “Shut your fucking mouth before I shove my stripper heel down your throat. That’s not the grossest thing that has ever landed on your fake tits, and it won’t be the last. We have showers for a reason. Get comfortable in there because, for the next week, you’ll be fucking the dirtiest men who walk through the doors.”
Kim held the left side of her face which was scored red as she ran out.
Sadie turned to Amo. “Do you mind going to get some juice out of the fridge in there? Thanks, honey.”
Amo slowly shook his head for a moment, stunned, before he left.