Chapter 34 A Plan To Catch Rose 1
MADISON POV
I try to prepare myself psychologically and emotionally when I see Cohen coming towards me with a glass of whiskey in his hands and his eyes fixed on me.
For a moment, he assesses my whole body, and when he gets close to the stage, he said...
You look beautiful, even though I hate seeing you here— he mumbles.
Thanks.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
As much as possible.
I need to speak with you privately, would you like to accompany me to the suite?
Sorry, Cohen, but I can't today.
Ma'am Rose only asked me to dance.
He looks at me, not believing my words, but just as he's about to speak, Laura interrupts, speaking first.
"That's right, Cohen, Ma'am Rose wants her dancing tonight, but if she wants, you can settle for me.
I'm not bad looking either." I smile at her.
"And by the way, I'm Laura, Madi's best friend."
"Nice to meet you, Laura," Cohen said, taking one of Laura's hands and kissing it, making her blush.
Oh my God, is she blushing? I can't believe it.
"The pleasure is all mine," she said after composing herself.
"You're very beautiful, but I really need to talk to Madi, it's important," he said, looking at me again.
We can't go to the room, Cohen.
He places the glass of whiskey on one of the nearest tables and, taking me by surprise, pulls me into his arms.
"Calm down, I need to talk to you, and since it can't be in private, this was the only way I could find to tell you," he said, tightening his grip on my waist.
Cohen moves closer to the nape of my neck, takes a deep breath, and smells my hair before whispering in my ear.
Listen carefully, Madi, I'm not going to repeat myself.
I already have almost all the evidence in my hand, the FBI is already prepared to raid the nightclub, but we need one last thing, and only you can help.
I'm going to give you a recorder, and you're going to get a confession out of Rose.
If you succeed, you'll all be free in a few weeks.
Do you think you can do that?
He looks me in the eyes and I nod in confirmation, still numb from the information that in a few days I could be free from all this, from all the humiliation, from all the filth and grime of this nightclub.
I didn't want to involve you in this, but it's necessary.
You have to promise me you'll be very careful; they're more dangerous than you think.
Ma'am Rose is small fry compared to the others.
I'll do it, I promise.
Excellent.
Cohen attacks me with a surprise kiss that lasts for a minute, but I don't reciprocate.
I feel his hands going to my breasts and I try to get away, but he doesn't let me, holding me even tighter.
Then I feel him put something between my breasts, inside my corset, and I immediately realize it's the recorder.
Right after, he lets go of me.
"Did you have to kiss me?" I ask, looking serious.
Yes, I needed to, and not just to avoid drawing attention, but because I also missed Madi.
Cohen, please, I... — He interrupts me.
I know, there's no need to continue, it's him, isn't it? I know he came here, Madi, I saw Dimitri leaving.
I stand there staring at him, looking at his devastated expression.
I didn't want it to be like this, I didn't want to hurt him, but as my loyal friend said, one of them would end up hurt, and there's nothing I can do to change that.
"I'm so sorry," I said, with my head bowed.
"Don't feel bad, I want to see you happy, and if it's with him, that's fine."
He swallows hard and continues, "But know that I love you, and if there's anything you need, I'll be here.
I'll give you a week to get her confession. I promised I'd get you out of here, and I will."
He kisses my forehead and gives me a slightly lingering peck before leaving.
I take a deep breath, watching him exit the club.
This week is going to be tense.
"My goodness, I got completely soaked when I felt those lips on my hand.
Friend, I'm sorry, but I'm so jealous of you. How I wish I were in your place," Laura said behind me.
You blushed—I said, holding back my laugh.
I didn't blush, I think you're seeing things, going crazy with those sex gods chasing after you—Laura said, her nervousness showing.
"I know," I said, laughing.
We kept dancing until dawn, these heels are killing me.
When we got home, I threw myself on the bed, exhausted.
It was a long night, and tomorrow is going to be much worse.
I keep thinking about how I'm going to get anything out of Ma'am Rose, I keep thinking of several useless plans in my head and end up falling asleep.
At 11 a.m.
I'm woken up by the euphoric screams of the other girls.
I get up, still a little sleepy, and head straight to the bathroom for a cold shower, which immediately wakes me up.
When I go downstairs for breakfast, I find them all gathered at the table, I sit in my place and grab an orange juice and a bread roll with jam.
Since we're prostitutes, we need to stay in shape, always with a slender, beautiful, perfect body without any localized fat, so our diet has to be very disciplined.
While I savor my juice and the girls chat, Ma'am Rose enters the room with her two bodyguards.
Girls, as you know, today is shopping day, I want you all ready in half an hour so we can leave without delays.
After she left, the girls ran to their rooms to get ready.
I turn to Laura to ask why everyone is so excited.
"You don't know, do you? Ma'am said that whoever raises the most money this week will win a prize, and everyone is desperate to buy something that will make customers pay more," Laura rolls her eyes.
Don't they realize this is just a game so Ma'am Rose can profit more from us?
"No, most people here don't think, only we have brains," she said, smiling.
"I have to agree with you," I said, taking another sip of my juice.
Half an hour later we're leaving for the shopping mall.
The girls are all excited, speculating about what Ma'am Rose will give to the winner.
Poor things, I feel sorry for them.