Love In Hidden View

he floor. She forced herself to suppress the vomit threatening to rise in her throat, feeling her stomach churn with a mix of fear and revulsion. Despite her weak and trembling legs, the m

needed money to foot her piled-up bills. But that dream had quickly turned into a nightmare. Now, she found herself wondering what sort of club this

allways, but no one emerged from the rooms they passed. The doors rema

rying to wriggle herself fr

r screams as he shoved her back into

ard, barely managing to catch herself before falling. Anthony had been sent to handle a situation; Greg had discovered one of his workers was stealing from him, and the unspoken rule was clear: elimin

s a pitiful sight, different from the confident person he had seen at the front desk. He turned his gaze to Anthony, a frown creasing his brow. "Anthony, what is the meaning of this?" Greg's voice was cold and sharp, and laced with irritation. He hated being interrupted, especially in the

oment, in a sudden burst of rage, Greg slapped Anthony across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, a sharp crack that made Rebecca flinch. Anthony grimaced, clutching his cheek where the slap had landed

Realizing his mistake, he turned to the man seated across from him. "Apologies, Mister Francis. Can we reschedule

siness ourselves. Call me whenever you're ready." He extended his hand, and Greg shook i

he dark shades he had worn. His right eye was covered in a white film. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. She had already been tra

hout hesitation, Anthony handed over the phone. Greg tried to access

rust the phone towards he

d the phone. Greg watched her with a mixture of anger and disgust. The realization that he had inadve

She was his favorite dancer, someone he paid handsomely to entertain him. It struck him that he had been so engrossed in his business dealings that he hadn't even noticed Naomi's absence tonigh

ly annoyed. Didn't Ant

cca posed as soon as he discovered she had seen and heard everything. Chewing something th

ke, Anthony replied

the sofa to retrieve his drink. Meanwhile, Anthony turned to Rebecca, his gun cocked and ready to

g, knowing he was the one in charge. "I assure you, I heard

ut Greg stopped him with a calm, author

et his gaze. Her dark brown eyes, once alluring and expressive, were now smeared with heavy makeup ruined by her tears. She whimpered under Greg's sc

aw nothing?" he asked, his vo

f the man in the restroom who lay on the pool of his own blood clouded her memory but she pushed it aside. She nodded f

desperation, but he needed to be certain she was telling the truth. Turning slightly

becca's. He smiled. She might be an inexperienced dancer but she wasn't stupid. "Get up,

her under the blue lights. Her curves were

ly confused, unsure o

und?" Greg questioned, his left eye

he turned around, but a bit

ovement. "Slowly," he instructed. She turn

erupted from him. "She is perfect," he declared. He tu

ve. She no longer cared about the pay she was supposed to receive; the only thing on her mind was survival. T

ards him. She didn't understand why he was offering a hug, but she obeyed out of sheer fear. "You ar

d, she asked in a sha

and handed the empty glass cup to Anthony. "She is asking what j

s. She wrapped her arms protectively around her body,

ness," Greg said, his voice dripping with sar

but the thought of defying him was even worse. She turned around, taking in the men all dressed in black suits. Their faces were impassive, giving no indication that they were

ilm, terrified her even more. She avoided

she pleaded, her voice t

rove useful, maybe, just maybe, you'll stay alive." He stepped away from her and raised his voice, "You will work for me now," he continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You w

ation of his words was clear: her survival depen

d replaced with a stern frown. "You will s

. He seemed on the verge of protesting when Greg waved him off dis

looked terrified at the prospect o

u the details. Follow his instructions precisely, and you'll be fine. Remember, I

s or why spying on him was so important to Greg, but she felt he was more dangerous than Greg. Dangerous enough to have Anthony shake