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- I S A B E L L A -

Another night at the club. It was my second shift today, and my legs were cramping. I had been walking around serving drinks all night long. Honestly, I was getting tired of turning down all the disgusting drunk men, nicely. I just wanted to punch them.

Knowing how things are at home, I knew I couldn't jeopardize this job. After my mother's death, my father is struggling to barely pay the rent. All alone the food. My brothers were very insensitive and didn't care to get a job, so I did.

I was thankful for everything. God has a plan, and he tests his loyal soldiers. Well, that's what I read in the urban dictionary.

I was on my way to get, the tray of tequila shots to table 9 when my phone started buzzing. I looked down and the white reflection made me squint my eyes. I glared down seeing a notification from Instagram. "Really?" I muttered under my breath.

I walked up to Tommy, the bartender and he gave me a comforting smile as he saw the pain I was in. I picked the tray up and walked over to table nine. A group of middle-aged men, sat around the table with their ties loose and their shirts unbuttoned.

I placed the tray down at the table and gave them a professional smile before turning on my heel, only to get called back.

"How much?" The man sitting in the middle of the couch asked me. He had blond curly hair, and his eyes were crystal blue. I would be lying if I said he wasn't intimidating.

"Uhm one shot is normally $4.89 but if you buy over 7 it's $9.48 and-"

"Tsk not the shots beautiful, how much to bang that little pussy of yours?" He asked making the rest of the men snicker along with him. I cringed at his nickname before grabbing, one of the shots and pouring it all over him, grinning innocently.

"Oops I'm sorry about that, we usually just throw the shots out in the garbage container."

I turned on my heel again, feeling a rush of adrenaline boost through me. I grinned to myself knowing I had defeated his pervert ass. Before I knew it, Bobby had called me to the office.

"Why the hell would you do that?! Do you know who that man was? Did you Bella?" He yelled at me. Bobby is the strip club owner. I doubt Bobby was actually his real name, but I never questioned it. No one here knew his real name.

"Bobby he was being a pervert and he said-"

"Dios mío, perra estúpida, I don't care if he tried to impregnate you! You do not speak to any customers like that in my club! Not as long as you work here." he yelled at me, half of his saliva landing on my face. [ My god, stupid bitch ]

He had an accent, that made him look like the stereotypical Spanish pizza owner. Frowning at his words, I scoffed and a million thoughts ran around in my head.

I wiped my face dramatically with the sleeve of my jumper and took my name badge off. I knew exactly what I was doing would make us homeless but I still did it. I handed him the golden badge, with my name engraved in Italics.

"Then I don't work here," I said before turning on my heel and heading outside.

The second I slapped my ass down in the driver seat tears started trembling out of my eyes. Even if I tried to stop, my body was not under my control any longer. I hated myself for what I've done.

If I didn't have such a big mouth, I still would've had the job, and my family wouldn't possibly become homeless. How do I tell him that I quit my job? Bobby didn't fire me, no. I quit.

He would be furious, and my brothers would judge me more than they already do. I could hear their voices in my head, how they would make fun of me, for upsetting my father.

I tried getting my breathing down to normal, and after a couple of hyperventilations, I made it. I put the car keys in the ignition and started driving. I didn't live that far away from the bar.

As I arrived at the house I saw three big all black BMW's parked in the driveway. I pulled my brows together in confusion, before parking my car on the side road.

I got out of the car, and almost ran inside the house my mind thinking of every possible scenario that could've happened. Maybe the men from the bar had found me? What they might have done to father. And where were my brothers?

I quickly pushed the key to the front door inside the keyhole, almost kicking the door open. I walked in and everything looked normal? Nothing was out of place.

"Father? Alejandro?" I called out not gaining a response back. I looked down at my watch on my phone. 2:58 am. He should be asleep by now. It still didn't ease my mind. I walked around the corner and into the living room. It all looked normal. I walked out and as I was about to walk up the stairs, I heard a loud punch, and a groan following right after.

The kitchen.

I hurriedly moved as fast as I could, my short legs not being able to follow. I ran around the big pole and stopped immediately in the kitchen doorway. The sight of my father made me want to scream in pain. He was tied up to a chair, blood dripping from every hole he had in his face.

Not just any chair. Mothers chair. I quickly slammed my hand on top of my mouth to stop any sound from erupting my mouth. There were 6 big muscular men, all wearing the same suits standing around my father. One of the men threw a punch at my father, making his head fly to the side.

A sniffle escaped my mouth, and all their attention turned on me standing in the doorway. I skimmed them all until a pair of green eyes met my dull brown eyes.

He looked terrifying, and beautiful at the same time.