His Promise: The Mafia's Babies

I took a turn and stared at the little clothing I was wearing. How did it even get this far and why was I even doing this?

I could've taken a job at the convenience store or as a choreographer which was actually supposed to be my goal in the first place. I didn't mind stripping, or the outfits—I never did. Everyone had a different way of paying their bills and this was one of them, so no, I wasn't embarrassed and it was an easy way to make money, but still, it wasn't what I had planned.

"Are you coming squirrel or are you just going to keep staring at your ass all day?" Faith laughed and walked past me. Squirrel..., the nickname which had recovered itself ever since I had been here. It was the nickname that haunted me throughout kindergarten until now, the nickname they gave me because of my 'fluffy' cheeks.

I had known Faith for years, but only after working here, we became best friends. After going from foster home to foster home I ended up back at the group home I had been ever since I was a baby. Unfortunately, I had not known my parents or had any opportunities in life, so during my teens, I made a promise to myself to succeed. My goal was to finish high school, college and get a good job as a choreographer but it obviously didn't really work out like that. Not even I could have predicted I would've been working at a strip club at the young age of twenty-one.

"I heard the Lamberti brothers will be at the private VIP lounge today, even Christian will be here." Faith sang while applied her lip-gloss to her perfectly plump lips. I looked over at the girl with a suspicious look on my face and tried to sense if she knew of something which I had been trying to hide. Her beautiful long braids fell perfectly over her shoulders.  Faith was gorgeous and everyone knew it, including the Lamberti brothers.

By the mentioning of Christian, I felt my face heat up and quickly looked the other way. Christian, the same man who had me screaming out his name just two months ago. I was never the one for one-night stands, but that night we both got drunk and he led me to his office where we had eventually slept together.

If only the girls knew.

If only his dad knew.

Our boss Lucio Lamberti had many businesses and the strip club was one of them. Time from time he and his three sons would have business meetings with some of their business partners and today would be one of those days. We were absolutely not stupid and knew exactly what kind of business they were in but no one had the guts to say it out loud and just let it be. Lucio Lamberti was a kind and warm man who had given me the job the second he saw me. He was like a father figure to all the girls and a respected businessman to many.

His sons were surprisingly the complete opposite. Gio was the oldest and a complete cold stone. He never made eye contact with any of us and made his opinion very clear— we all knew what he thought about us. The second oldest, Enzo, was someone everyone knew. Enzo was nice and cheerful but, in a way, still extremely childish. He was a ladies' man and knew his way around women. He saw everything and everyone as a challenge and he did not like to lose.