Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Its still early in the night when we arrive at the club. Matteo thankfully has decided to stay in the car, not wanting a bar of what we’re up to. Sign up for Mom took less than ten minutes and we were handing over our coats to the reception and walking through to the back in no time. I kept trying to get a read on Moms emotions but the woman was like a steel cage when she wanted to be.

“So…how often did you sneak out here under your parent’s noses?” She asks.

“Uhhh…”

“Oh come on, darling, I’m impressed really. Not much gets past your fathers and brothers. To be a part of all this without them finding out, that’s gold.”

“You’re really not mad?”

“No. I knew from the day you were born you would have to be a little sneaky to have some real fun in your life.”

The doors open to the main floor and Mom gasps as she walks in. Only a few people linger around the bar, some girls are dancing on stages, a few pieces of equipment are being used but the main voyeurism spots are thankfully in secluded rooms. I take Mom up to the bar where one of the bartenders, Theo is working.

“Miss Isla, lovely to see you tonight! It has been a while, and who’s this? Your sister perhaps?”

Mom blushes hard and shakes her head. I ignore that question altogether. I’m not about to start screaming to the world that I’ve brought my Mom to a sex club.

“Have you seen Miss Sheila by any chance?”

“Mmmm, yeah I think she’s in one of the backrooms finishing up with a client.” He points towards the hall which I really didn’t want to have to take Mom down. I’d stay at the bar but apparently, she’s catching quite a lot of attention out here already, so I have no choice but to keep moving.

“Alright, thanks Theo.”

I usher Mom over in that direction and give her a fair warning about what we might see as we pass the open rooms. She looks curiously into a room where someone is strapped to a Saint Andrews Cross being whipped and she quickly looks back at the floor. I laugh internally but remain stoic on the outside. A door at the end of the hall opens, catching our attention as Miss Sheila struts out of it. We rush the last steps to close the distance, and Mom pushes her back into the room.

“What the fuck? Isla?”

“Miss Isla.” I correct her as she stabilizes herself and takes a further step back from Mom.

“What’s going on here?”

“You have a client, Pedro, Mexican guy.” I state firmly and she shakes her head.

“You know I can’t discuss clients,

s against the policy agree…”

Mom cuts her off by grabbing her by the neck, kicking her foot behind Miss Sheila’s and slamming her back into the soft carpet.

“I don’t give two fucks about your policies. My daughter asked you a question. Answer it.”

Sheila looks stunned, scared, maybe pissing herself as she swallows hard under Mom’s hand and

looks over to me.

“Y–yes. I know Pedro.”

“Does he come here?”

“He used to, but he hasn’t for a while now. He just calls and I go to meet him for a higher price.”

“Where do you meet him?”

“An old warehouse down on the southside. I can write the address down if you let me go!”

Mom releases her, helping her stand up and patting her on the back.

“Give us the address.” She tells Sheila, she is, still standing right up in her face.

“I’ll have to go get a pen and paper. Follow me back to the reception.”

“If you try anything funny…”

“I won’t, I swear!” Something in her eyes must tell Mom she’s serious because she nods and we follow Sheila.

She shakes slightly as she writes down the address and I thank her for her time sweetly. I don’t think Sheila and I will be friends anymore after this. Mom snatches it from her and whispers something in her ear that I can’t hear, but it must put the fear of God up her because she hightails it back into the

club.

“That was fun! Not as much fun as I had hoped but still fun. I’m a bit sad she gave it up so quickly!” Mom says cheerfully as we head back to the car.

“So, what do we do now? Should we go check this out?”

“Hmm, we’ll get Matteo to…”

“Matteo to do what now?” He glares at us as we get into the car.

we need “Here, I want you to check out this address. Find everything, to know. We’re going there

tomorrow.”

He rolls his eyes but takes the paper from Mom anyway.

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