Doted on by the Mafia Boss

“I fell in love twice, both for a different version of yours!” – Asmitha (Doted on by the Mafia Boss)

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The lights of the night club were put out and what remained on were few red neon lights; the whole room was chaotic as if it had just braved a thunderstorm. With snacks and empty glass bottles scattered aimlessly on the floor the club room was lifeless as if there was no party going on a few hours ago. Suddenly the doors of the room were pushed open and a lean little silhouette came into sight; the mysterious face was hidden in the shadows and thus it was unable for anyone to make out who it really was. The silhouette took a step in and it was when that sweet smiling face was revealed.

Her figure was frail and instead of being womanly it was more like that of a teenager. Her dark brown hairs were tied into two pigtails which flaunted her little face with clean and pure features. She donned a white shirt and pink skirt and a little belt around her waist, with a pair of white sneakers guarding her fragile feet she entered into the lifeless hall. Everything about her was pure and tiny; it was as if she was the muse when men invented the word ‘cute’. She was quite simple but what remained attractive about her was the little mole below the corner of her left eye.

She had unusually perfect features but instead of being ‘tempting’ she looked quite naive and innocent, someone who was worth to be showered with love and care. To put it straight she looked more like a reincarnation of a lamb soul- sweet, tiny and innocent. 

She waved the package in her arms to the void as her childish voice resounded in the empty room, “Arthur, I bought the thing you asked for!” Her voice managed to attract a pair of young ears who raised his head from the wine cellar. The man had breathtakingly clean features, placing his captivating eyes at the little girl he flashed her a friendly smile, “Bee, you are here!”

“Ah huh, and see what I have bought along.” Little Bee shoved her hands into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of lollipops; waving it at him she continued, “We can enjoy it after doing our chores.” Arthur could only smile thinking how easy it was to satisfy this little girl, nodding his head helplessly he giggled, “As you wish, my little princess.”

“Where are the others?” Little Bee asked finding the room empty; Arthur jumped across the serving desk and rolling up his sleeves explained, “Everyone is booked!” “Everyone?” The girl was astonished. “Yep, the party was held by a big shot in the city so he easily afforded to take everyone out to play.” Arthur explained as he leaned on his knees of match her height. Even though the girl was happy that her sisters would bring back more money she unhappily pursed her lips. Arthur raised an eyebrow as he asked, “What is it?”

Little Bee looked up at him with puppy eyes and said like a poor thing, “I too want to get dressed up and go out to play like other girls.” Arthur chuckled to himself, this little fool had no idea what was the reality of the world she was dwelling in. To her eyes the place where she serves is no more than an ordinary jazz bar but the truth was much more horrifying. ‘Seductress Night’ was a prostitute centre and rented some of the best woman in Italy.