The Don’s Fallen Queen Chapter 02

The Don’s Fallen Queen Chapter 02

The drug was still burning through my body.

I stared at Dante blankly, barely recognizing the man standing in front of me.

Before he could speak again, a waiter stepped onto the stage and placed a glass in front of me. Coins clinked inside.

“Another customer paid for a special show,” he said casually. “Use your tongue to get the coins out. One hundred dollars per coin.”

I dropped to my knees without hesitation and pressed my tongue against the rim of the glass.

It wouldn’t fit.

So I curled my tongue tighter and pushed deeper, chasing the coin until I finally hooked it and flicked it back up.

The coin landed in my palm with a wet sound. Saliva slid down the corner of my mouth.

The crowd erupted into applause.

“Fuck,” someone in the VIP section muttered. “I knew she was good in bed, but damn. Didn’t know she could do that too.”

A burst of laughter followed.

“I’m booking her tonight.”

Dante looked like he’d just been shot.

“You slept with her?” he asked quietly.

The other man snorted.

“You kidding? She’s the highest earner in this place.” He leaned back lazily. “We’ve all had her.”

His grin turned filthy.

“And every time she cries, that tiny birthmark on her body turns red.”

“Get out,” Dante said softly.

The man blinked. “What?”

“I said get the fuck out.” Dante’s voice dropped lower, deadly calm. “Before I pull my gun.”

Within minutes, the entire club floor had been cleared out.

Then I was dragged back into Dante’s private booth again.

The second the door shut, his hand closed around my throat.

“Sierra,” he said hoarsely, tightening his grip, “your father paid for your Ivy League education… and this is what you became?”

His eyes burned into mine.

“You’re not pretending anymore, are you? This is who you really are.”

My body felt weak and numb from the drugs, but I still looked at him calmly.

“Believe whatever you want.”

“Shameless.”

His slap cracked across my face hard enough to send blood into my mouth.

Warmth dripped from the corner of my lips.

Two years ago, Roxanne slapped me the same way. Then she locked me in the basement for a week. No food. No sleep.

They whipped me with saltwater-soaked lashes until the whip itself split apart.

I never broke.

So Roxanne finally stopped trying and put me on the club floor as a hostess instead.

But it didn’t take long to realize the paycheck wasn’t enough to repay Dante’s debt.

So for him, I became the highest-paid escort in the club.

And what did all of that get me?

I touched my tongue to the blood at my mouth and smiled faintly.

“Thanks for the tip, Don Moretti.”

Slowly, I peeled off my top, exposing the thin white scars covering my body beneath the flashing lights.

“Thirty grand,” I said quietly.

“That’s all it takes.”