Mira's POV
I parked my motorbike near the club, looking for the back door entrance. The place was dark, loud music and laughter coming from within.
I worked here for a while after my family kicked me out, before I was scouted. The bouncers immediately recognized me as the dancer who was supposed to perform tonight and let me in.
The VIP section was upstairs, guarded by two men in dark suits. I spotted a few girls dressed in skimpy outfits and joined them, learning their choreography on the go. Before long, we were all dancing in front of the VIP crowd.
Everyone was enjoying themselves, except for one guy sitting alone, nursing his drink and covering his eyes as if the performance was too much for his pure eyes. He was wearing a pink hoodie and white jeans with rips on the thighs and knees.
A cold chill ran down my spine when a woman approached him, asking worriedly, "You okay, honey?"
He rubbed his eyes and blinked at her, looking lost.
"Oh, baby. You're not okay." She helped him up from his seat, stroking his back, "You need some fresh air, come with me."
I needed to stop him before he hurt anyone, so I made it look like a performance. I danced toward them, my hands grabbed his mischievously, "You're coming with me, pretty boy." It sounded like a tease, smooth and smiling for the crowd, but some just refused to play along.
"Get lost." The woman growled, trying to pull him away from me, "This one is mine."
"Like hell, he is." I pulled him back.
"Let go!" She hissed.
"Not gonna happen!" I pulled his hand again.
"Let's go somewhere quiet, honey," the woman coaxed him, trying to lure him away from me with another tactic. Her voice softened as she tried to entice him, "I know a place..."
I pulled him towards me, "I know a better place."
The woman glared at me. I glared back at her. 'I'm trying to save your soul from him, bitch. If you know what's good for you, back off.'
She seemed to get the message from my glare and backed off, "Fine, whatever, take him."
"Thank you," I said, then turned to the boy. His eyes were still fixed on her departing figure, and then he gave me a pouting face, as if I ruined his night. "Let's go."
He shook his head, "I want to go with the nice lady." He tried to free himself from my grip with a high-pitched voice, "It hurts, please. Let me go."
My brows raised in surprise at his words, almost believing his act. 'I am hurting you? You are literally a demon! You are the one hurting people, you son of a...ugh, forget it.' I pulled him to me, but was surprised by his strength, "Fine, you want to make a scene? You'll get one." I slapped him hard, leaving a mark on his cheek, "How dare you cheat on me?!" I yelled at him.
He was shocked by my act, looking at me with his mouth gaping like a fish, then showed a wronged expression when the crowd turned to stare at us.
His head down, his shoulders dropping, letting me reprimand him as if he were a child. It made him look so fragile, so vulnerable, and so pitiful until a whisper that sounded like it came from the deepest part of the underworld reached my ears, "You have such pretty hair. Why bother hiding it under a wig?"