Chapter 30 Telling Laura About My Trip 1
MADISON POV
I wasn't expecting to hear what Dimitri told me, I was completely taken by surprise.
The Dimitri I know wouldn't do something like that, he never wanted to get married to me.
Standing in the middle of the bed, I still have the phone in my ear, his words echoing in my mind.
Madi, let's talk.
Come meet me; I'm at a restaurant two blocks from your hotel.
I'm not going to meet you right now.
A lot has happened in the last 24 hours, and I need to think.
Tomorrow, Cohen and I are going back.
"You're not going back to that fucking nightclub!" Dimitri shouts.
I have to go back, unfortunately, I have no choice, Dimitri, I was only staying here for a week.
If I don't go back, Ma'am Rose will kill me.
You are mine and I won't let any man touch you, Madi, not anymore.
"I don't belong to anyone, Dimitri, and there's nothing you can do about it.
I have to go back to the nightclub."
Damn it, I can't let it happen — I hear something break.
I can hear his heavy breathing; he's angry, actually, he's furious.
"Are you with him?" he asks with a hint of sadness in his voice.
I didn't respond because I actually feel so broken inside and so confused that I don't know what to say.
I need to hang up, tomorrow will be a busy day.
Goodnight, Dimitri.
I'm not giving up on what's mine, Madi.
You're mine, and nobody, not even that little shit, is going to take you away from me.
I turned off my phone; Cohen was in the shower, so I took the opportunity to try to sleep.
Still with Dimitri's request repeating over and over in my head.
The only certainty I have now is that I'm going back to that nightmare again and neither Dimitri nor Cohen will be with me.
Right now, we're on the plane, and the only words exchanged between Cohen and me were "good morning."
Sometimes he stares at me for minutes, but I don't reciprocate.
When we arrive at the airport, I spot Ma'am Rose in a black car waiting for me from afar.
I sigh because I know my nightmare is about to return.
Madi? —I hear Cohen calling me.
I turn to look at him and see how sad his eyes are and how worn out his face is, as if he hadn't slept well.
I'll get you out of there, I promise.
I nodded and moved on, not saying goodbye or see you later because my heart couldn't bear either of those words.
"My girl is back, how was the trip?" Ma'am Rose asks, her face beaming with happiness.
I look at her and all I can see is greed in her eyes.
She's only happy because she knows her shitty nightclub will be packed when I get back.
She doesn't care how my trip was or anything about me, except for the money I can give her by selling my body.
"It's none of your business how the trip went, in fact, you're not at all interested in knowing how it went," I tell her, my anger growing inside me.
"I think this time apart has made you forget your manners and what I'm capable of if you talk to me like this again.
It would be a shame to ruin that pretty face, wouldn't it?
"She said, running her filthy hands across my cheeks.
I didn't say a word again, and we drove on to the house where we live in absolute silence.
"You bitch, how dare you not give me any news?" Laura said when she saw me getting out of the car.
She jumps on me and gives me a bear hug, so tight and so comforting that it makes me want to cry.
"Did you miss me?" I ask her.
"You little minx, I almost died of longing," she hugged me again.
"I need to know all the details, especially the sordid ones. Don't you dare hide anything from me."
For the first time that day, I smiled.
Okay, let's go upstairs and I'll tell you everything.
Where are the others?
They're at the nightclub rehearsing a new choreography.
Ma'am Rose wants to make the club sizzle, and to make matters worse, some of us are going to have to have our breasts exposed all night.
I can't believe she's going to do that to us.
"It's going to get worse. Things have changed here, Madi, and not for the better," she said as we climb the stairs.
When we arrived in our room, Laura was excited to hear the news; little did she know that most of it was bad.
Come on, stop this suspense and tell me— She pats the bed so I sit down next to her.
It takes me an hour to recount everything that happened on the trip.
My friend's expressions changed with every word I spoke; her expressions were a mix of joy, anger, and lust—she let every emotion show.
I hesitated a little when it came to telling her about Cohen's secret, but I couldn't hide it.
I needed to vent the countless feelings inside me, like a volcano erupting.
I'm so shocked, you've had one hell of a trip, the equivalent of a lifetime.
I nod my head in affirmation.
"I still can't believe we'll be able to get out of here," she said, lost in thought.