Shadows In Durango

*****Sofia's POV*****

Walking in from the back door tonight was a change for me, bringing us both into the corridor assigned to the clubs dancers.

Full breasts and asses were on total show, as the girls hurried around to swap outfits and to get themselves ready for their shift - giggles and laughter filling the space. "Hey honey!" A blonde greets Vincent on passing, pushing her boobs upwards in her bra top to make them sit fuller.

"Needing some love before the night starts Vincent baby?" A second girl giggles playfully, emerging from one of the dressing rooms to place a hand on his shoulder.

It was as though I wasn't even there, trailing in from behind him like the trash off the streets, watching every female fall at his feet mercilessly.

He ignored them all though, uninterested as he passed by - making himself hard to get and more longed for by them all.

But they seemed to get the hint, going back to getting themselves ready as though they were used to Vincent and his attitude.

I, however, was still trying to adapt to his ways.

"Ah there's my Sofia! I was worried you wouldn't be back here after your first shift with this one giving you a hard time the other night!" Tito spots us and shouts his approval once we step into the main bar. Vincent seems to laugh at this, bringing my heart rate back down as I panicked slightly in fears that he could have took his words the wrong way.

But Tito was the appointed manager, so Vincent must like him to some degree more than the rest of the staff here. Maybe they were close?

"She's been warned to behave, haven't you?" Vincent turns to me and asks, as I nod like an idiot under his spell.

Tito just shakes his head and smiles at our exchange, probably laughing at me on the inside seeing how much control Vincent held over me... but I wasn't the only one in town that was held under his grip - clearly. "Upstairs you go... but where is your uniform?" Tito motions before adding, as I swallow hard and look down at the clothes Vincent had loaned me this morning.

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"Oh uh... s-sorry!" I bubble, growing flustered as Vincent watches me closely.

"She stayed over at my place last night, so she doesn't have the uniform. Are there spares?" Vincent steps in to save me, although I almost die when Tito raises a surprised brow.

He must think that I stayed over at his place because we did some other stuff!

"There was a party... at Vincent's last night... my friend Emma and I stayed over because it got late!" I begin to ramble feeling my cheeks flare, not wanting him to think that I was just some desperate whore trying to sleep with my boss. As if Vincent would ever even think about touching me that way!

"Don't worry little one, I understand, your secrets are always safe with me you don't have to explain shit to anybody." Tito winks and laughs, as Vincent joins him as opposed to defending my honour.

So Vincent's going to just let him think that we are sleeping together? How noble of him! I'll be known as the new whore around here in no time thanks to this!

"I think there's some spare uniform in the cleaning closet upstairs. We open in two minutes so you best get going." Tito ushers, as my eyes widen when I glance up at the clock.

I take off instantly towards the staircase leading up to my bar, flustered that I hadn't even had any time to set up my station prior to the shift starting...

Vincent and Titos laughter falls quieter from behind me with the more distance I put between us, taking two steps at a time and praying not to trip as I climb the staircase. I rush towards the cleaning closet, rummaging around before finding a short black dress with the Intensity logo on the left breast.

This will have to do!

I quickly choose to strip down in the closet, deciding that there is no time to make a trip to the bathroom, as I pull the snug material up over my body - forcing it to fit. My boobs were centimetres from falling out as I tugged at the thin spaghetti straps in a useless attempt to cover up more.

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I couldn't bend over tonight unless I was happy for my ass to be fully on show but I sighed knowing there was nothing else to do.

The bar would hopefully cover the majority of my body parts as long as I stay behind it...

This was all I had to wear, and tonight was important to Vincent - for whatever reason - and so I would have to just proceed like this despite how uncomfortable I felt. Taking a deep breath, I head out and back towards my bar, hearing the downstairs area begin to fill up as the music grows louder and the dancers start their shift.

I quickly line up some of the most popular bottles to have them at hand before beginning to cut up my fruit for decoration...

I turn my head to see Vincent reaching the top of the stairs, eyeing me briefly before turning to usher in the crowd of men behind him.

They thankfully go and take a seat by the balcony, providing the perfect view of the dancers downstairs as I count how many of them there were in total.

Six... all different ages and builds...

Hearing more commotion, I turn to find Reid appearing at the top of the steps, as I roll my eyes before watching a couple of other men appear who I recognised from my shift on Wednesday night. When suddenly seconds later, he eventually came into my view...

Causing my palms to grow sweaty and my eyes to water ever so slightly...

Daryl.

He watched me for a moment, his face seeming to give nothing away, as he seems to think on what he should do as my pulse begins to race.

Just as he attempts to take a step towards the bar, a sharp whistle is heard, which causes me to jump, slicing down on my thumb with the knife - hissing loudly and dropping the blade to the floor.

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Vincent waves him over, as Daryl obeys and instantly changes his direction towards the group of men.

Cursing under my breath, I clutch my now bleeding thumb - moving to grab a tissue to stop the blood from going everywhere.

It stung harshly when I rinsed it under the tap as I forced myself not to cry, but I instantly panicked when seeing Vincent standing from his chair with a piece of paper in hand.

As he approached the bar, I pushed my hair back with my free hand and offered him a tight smile to which he gave me an odd look.

"What's up with you now? Why are you so worked up just because Daryl walked in?" He remarks, as I shake my head and chew my lip - removing the tissue from my bleeding thumb to reveal the real reason for my antsy behaviour. "Fucking hell Sofia! Be more careful!" Vincent's tone raises, his irritation clear as I open and close my mouth.

I didn't exactly mean to almost cut off my own thumb did I?!

"I'm sorry... I wasn't paying attention." I admit, as he moves behind the bar to open a small drawer that I hadn't been in before.

A first aid box... perfect... that's handy to know!

"Rinse it under the water again!" He demands, as I do just that and watch him rip open a large plaster.

Turning back to him, he quickly wraps my whole thumb in it, having no care for my pain when he squeezes it firmly on to seal it - watching me whine.

"There! Now don't cause me any more problems tonight Sofia! I've made your job easier by writing down all of our drink orders on this paper to give you some extra time to sort the drinks. Bring them over to the table when you're done and keep the note they will probably just want the same as the night goes on." Vincent explains to me, shoving the piece of paper into my hand.

I nod quickly, seeing his eyes fall down to my almost exposed chest, before he shakes his head and curses loudly, turning to walk away from me in an agitated stride.

Great... ten minutes in and I've already upset him!

This night can't possibly get any worse...