Chapter 9: Similar Differences
Matt
Two things. One, Why was Mello acting like this, rude to me and ever so kind to Eliza? Two, hadn't he kissed me before he asked me to come with him? I should have known, he was only using me. We rolled to a stop in a shady looking part of town, it was mostly warehouses too. Mello opened his door and I followed the suit, stepping out of the car I so badly wanted and into the polluted Los Angeles morning air. I went around to the side of the car where Mello was supporting most of Eliza's weight as he hugged her tightly to his leather clad body. "I can take her if you want," I said, trying to be helpful and holding my arms out. Mello just glared at me with disgust and Ross thrust two bags into my open arms, I tried not to scowl at him, but it was a failed attempt.
Inside of the bunker warehouse thing, where the mafia headquarters were located, I was shown where I would sleep and keep my belongings and a large room full of monitors and computers. I stared in awe, I had died and went to heaven. Mello and Ellen weren't with me anymore, but I honestly didn't care, especially when I was standing in a room like this.
Eliza
Mello led me into a deep crimson colored room and sat me on a bed that was clothed in black satin sheets. Mello was falling into my trap. By the end of this, I hoped he would learn his lesson. I had the chills from not only having my heat source away from me (he was in the corner of the room hanging up his coat), but also from being somewhere that was screaming Mello's personality. It was terrifying.
He began to say something, but was cut off by the ringing coming from his phone, without checking who it was he pressed it to his ear and said "What?" in a extremely bitter voice. His icy blue eyes flashed to my face in concern, then they turned hostile as he listened to the voice on the other end, "Fine. We will talk about this in your office," he said sharply and snapped his phone shut. He glared into space as he grabbed a set of keys and said "Stay here," in a commanding voice before sulking out of the room.
What had made him so upset? Not really caring, I laid back onto his bed, which smelled of chocolate and expensive cologne. Tearing Mello apart was going to be easier than I expected. After a few minutes, I drifted back into sleep.
What felt like an hour later, the door slammed as Mello walked in, looking more pissed off that he did when he left.
"What happened?" I asked in alarm.
He clenched his jaw, "You're not going to like this."
Mello
There were three things that mattered to you when you were in a mafia; sex, money and drugs. But I had a fourth one to add to that list, my girl. She stared at me with wide eyes, "What am I not going to like?" she asked curiously.
How was I supposed to tell her when Rod wanted her to do. Rod really was heartless, making a fourteen year old do something like this. I let out a sigh and looked deeply into her eyes, "Eliza.. Rod wants you to be a prostitute."
Confusion and then rage flashed in her eyes, "What?"
"I'll tell you exactly what he said, 'You didn't tell me that your girl looked that good. You know what she's going to do?' I hadn't answered, but he continued anyway, 'I want her to be a prostitute. She'll screw some possible future clients in the deal and if they pay up when she's finished, then I can trust 'em. If they don't, she can do whatever she likes to them and take their money anyway.' Eliza, I'm so sorry," I whispered, "If I would have known I would have never brought you here. But Eliza, I had to agree, he doesn't negotiate and that's not an understatement. The only other option is to be screwed by every man in the mafia and then be killed after fucking Rod."
She looked at me with cold, stone gray eyes, "Fine. I'll do it." she smiled, "I should be of use anyway. Making money for your mafia is the best I can do. When do I start?"
"Seven, you'll start the night as a stripper, then when Rod finds someone, you'll go with him after you get done with work," I said hoarsely. My poor girl, why had I agreed to bring her here?
Eliza
Mello had came up with my prostitution name. Rue Doll. I made a face when he told me what it would be. "Why?" I asked coldly.
As I was putting on cherry red lipstick, Mello was looking at me with uncertainty. "Because you look like a damn porcelain doll. And Rue is what you will make the men do if they don't pay up."
I looked at him through the bathroom mirror and adjusted my hair, which was extremely curly. He looked wary of the entire plan. "Don't look so worried, I'll be fine." he just looked at the tiled floor and said nothing. Turning around, I gave him a small kiss and smiled, "I'll be fine," I repeated, "I'll see you later." and with that I left, still wondering how easily I could break Mello.
At the strip club where I was now employed, the men all gaped when I walked in and back into the employee lounge. And I saw why when I caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror, I didn't even look like myself. I had on the shortest of miniskirts, paired with fishnets and a tight, strapless top. To add to this slutty appearance, I had six inch stilettos on. I better be making good money for this.
After the show, I met with Zakk and handed over all the money that had been stuffed into my panties that would soon be on its way to Rod. Zakk was always quiet, even as he counted up more than one hundred dollars, he then looked at me and led me outside to where a dark SUV was, "Get in with him and I'll follow to make sure you're safe, I will see you in about an hour." that's all he said. I got into the SUV where a young man, probably no older than twenty, was waiting. "Hey there, Doll. Hope you can please me tonight." And I did. I was payed three hundred dollars for one hour, which was an extremely high rate. Then again, when you were dealing with a mafia's prostitute, of course the fee would be high. Zakk drove me back to headquarters where I passed out in my bed, smelling of booze, smoke and semen.
As the days went on, my schedule became routine; sleep until four in the afternoon, shower and get ready to go to the strip club, then strip for hundreds of men, give money to Zakk, have a one night stand, get picked up by Zakk and give him the hefty fee, go back to headquarters, pass out and repeat. I was given a small handgun in case I needed to kill someone, which I did a quarter of the time. I didn't enjoy killing with the gun, but I didn't want the mafia to know I could use my hands as murder weapons.
I was extremely lucky if I ever got to see Matt or Mello once a month. Each time I saw Mello, he was getting harder to reach. However, when our eyes met, his turned a little less cold and the slightest bit caring. Matt, on the other hand always looked exhausted and hurt, even behind his orange tinted goggles. The way he looked at me was with regret and sorrow. I wished I knew how Mello was treating him. I wished I could get my dear Matt out of this horrid place.
So, obviously, I have no idea what prostitution rates are. Which is a good thing, I suppose, but I feel it makes my story seem inaccurate and unrealistic. *sigh* Oh well. Anyway, Chapter 10 might change the rating from T to M, but I'm not quite sure. It all depends on my mood when I upload it :p So, yeah, reviews are lovely ^_^ Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far :3
