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Silvio disappeared again after we opened the safe. He took the chip and death certificate and left.

I'm not saying I missed his presence or anything. Okay, fine. I migh have missed his... fingers and what they're capable of, but that was once and done. I'm not making the same mistake and letting him do that again. I have my own. I'll make myself finish. I don't need him.

A couple of hours passed after he left and I am bored-well, more bored than usual. All by myself and no internet, it's really hard to keep your mind in place. I have been staring at the abstract painting that is hung above the bed for the past fifteen minutes now and wondering what the artist had in mind when they painted it. Was he, or she, drunk? I will never understand abstract paintings.

As I absent-mindedly stare at the painting, someone knocks on the door and breaks my very creative train of thoughts.

"Girl, boss wants you in his office." Randy, my usual food bringer and door watcher, stands by the door. When did he unlock and got inside?

"Why?" I furrow my eyebrows, questioning why Silvio had summoned me in his office.

"How should I know?" He is little mean, but has good heart... I think. I listen to him anyway and let him guide me through this maze of a house.

We stop at a french double door two minutes later. Randy knocks and I hear Silvio's voice from inside.

"What?"

"You asked for little girl, Boss?" Randy replies but it comes as a question. At this, Silvio shuffles inside the room before he opens the door and reveales himself, taking my breath away. Fuck, I got to get my mind in place.

"Get inside. I need to speak with you." He orders me a bit too harshly and nudges me inside the spacious room before closing the door behind us.

"You remember the poker chip?" he asks and motions for me to sit on the chair in front of the desk. I nod and take a seat. Of course, i remember it. I saw it few hours ago.

He takes the chip out of his pocket. "Every casino has its own emblem embedded on their chips and this chip--" swirling it in between his fingers, he continues, "I know from which casino it came. So I need you to accompany me there. They're hosting a party and it's the perfect occasion to slip in and snoop. "

"A party? And at a casino? I don't think I'm even supposed to go in one." I shake my head and tell him. I'm not twenty one yet. I don't know if I'm allowed in one.

"I didn't ask what you think. I just told you of my plans. Now, we leave tomorrow night. A suitable dress and heels will be waiting for you, as well as a woman to help you get ready." he gets up and starts walking around the desk until he's standing right behind me.

"Do you have any questions?" he asks, his lips almost touching my earlobe.

"No,"

"Great. Then, I suggest you get a good night's sleep because you will need it tomorrow night." I feel a secret meaning behind those words and a smirk, but I get up and without a word, exit the office.

***

Beside men's, Silvio sure knows a thing or two about women's fashion styles, too.

I look at myself in the full length mirror in my room and I almost can't believe what I'm seeing. I've never dressed like this. Not even for prom. It's weird yet I like it at the same time.

Silvio has chosen a long, black dress with a slit on the left leg and a deep plunge in the décolletage area, some silver strappy heels and a silver clutch to blend well with all the other pieces. A dainty pair of diamond earrings sit on my ears and I think they complete the look perfectly.

"Now, we just need to take those hideous glasses off, honey." Rita, the woman who took care of my makeup, says and takes my black rimmed glasses then places them on the dresser. "Can you somewhat see without them or do you need to put in the contacts?"

I take a second to think then answer, "I'll put in the contracts,"

Rita nods and hands me the eyewear. I don't know how but Silvio has even managed to get me eye contacts with the exact specifications, beside the dress and shoes in the right sizes. He either has some very observant eye or he's stalked me to find out. I'm leaning towards the latter.

After I carefully put the contacts in, Rita claps her hands in delight and grins.

"Someone won't be getting their eyes off of you tonight,"

I snort and shake my head. "That's a little too much."

"Oh, honey, do you really think dear Silvio will resist this? Believe me, he'll try but, eventually, he'll lose."

I don't say anything as a memory quickly flashes beforey eyes of Silvio and I yesterday. That bastard is still in my head.

Rita grins again and starts packing up all the makeup she used on me, her natural red hair swaying from side to side as she moves around. From the looks of it, you'd think she's in her early thirties, but that woman is forty four years old. She just takes amazing care of herself. That pays out well when she sings in one of Silvio's clubs, too. She says people-especially men-adore her.

I decide to help her out and while we clean up, Silvio knocks on the door then walks in, looking damn good might I add. A black tuxedo and a black bow tie are perfectly molded on his body while his dark hair is swiped to the side, imitating a near 50s hairstyle. The cold posture is present-as always-and you'd think it'd make him look grim but he only looks more... attractive, more confident.

"Close your pretty mouth, darling. You may catch flies." Smirking, Silvio walks up to me is and gently lifts my chin up to close my mouth. I don't know how to react. I should be embarrassed I even let myself show how his presence affects me.

"There are no flies in here." I manage to mumble out a bizarre reply but it only makes him chuckle, resulting in me blushing like a mad woman.

Someone clears their throat from behind us and Silvio takes a small step away but still keeping eye contact with me.

"You did well, Rita. Thank you," he tells her, referring to helping me play dress up.

"It's no problem, honey. You two should get going, by the way. It's already nine. I'll see you at the club, yeah? " She says and before I know it, she is out of the door with the makeup kit in her hand, leaving us alone. I take another glimpse at Silvio but turn away quickly. He is still looking at me and I'll even dare say hungrily.

"We should leave." I stutter out while staring at the lamp in the corner of the room. Wow, this lamp has a very nice shape.

I feel his eyes on my chest, noting every rise and low caused by my breathing and focusing on that soft swell. For a second I think he won't say anything, but then speaks up.

"Yeah, but before that I want to clear things up about tonight." He takes a step closer again. "If anyone asks, you, my darling, are my exclusive plus one. Oh, and I'd suggest you don't try to escape, notify the police somehow or tell anyone about the situation. I'll find out about it one way or another and then I'll have to... punish you."

I can only nod at his words as I feel sudden heat creeping up not only my face, but in between my legs. What kind of punishment would I recieve?

"Excellent. Now, shall we?" He steps back and offers me his hand, lips stretched out in a charming grin. I look at the hand for a second and then place mine in his. He leads us through the door, taking slower steps than usual because of my heels. We pass a couple of hallways and we are finally at the front door. He opens it and lets me walk out first, but gives me his hand again as we climb down down the stairs.

There is a vintage black car waiting for us right the the end of the stairs. If I have to guess, I'd say it's a '55 or '58 BMW. The roof is opened and you can clearly see the dark green leather interior. I'm so whood by the car that I almost don't notice him when he opens the door for me. But I do feel him when he stands so close behind me that the outline of his crotch lines up with my ass. Silvio leans down, even now that I'm wearing heels, and whispers in my ear.

"You look stunning by the way." And he closes the door behind me after I get inside, speechless and hot and bothered.