Book 2, Chapter 3: A Birthday to Remember, Part I

**Madison**

It was about nine at night now. Most of my brothers and their spouses left about an hour ago saying they were going out. The kids were all put to bed and my parents just wished me goodnight, shutting my door like they have done every night since I was born. I took off the large fluffy bathrobe I wore to conceal my new outfit.

I made quick work of putting on some simple makeup, mainly a little foundation and a smokey eye. I put my pink lipstick in my clutch purse along with my phone, pepper spray, and keys. I put on my sneakers and carried my nice ballet flats in my hand. My dress was certainly more exotic for my style. It was a gold color and full of shimmering sequins that sparkled brightly under the rave lights of a dance floor. I never liked my body, so I tend to hide it. It was a bit more form-fitting as I prefer to wear dresses that hide my lower assets, but I’ve always loved this dress. It also had one shoulder with a full sleeve on my left and my right arm was completely bare. It covered my chest nicely and went down to my knees so if I bent over, you couldn’t see anything scandalous.

I put my hair in a high ponytail which still had some curls from earlier today and left a few strands around my face to frame it. I clicked off my light and went to my closest, moving my formal dresses to the side and unlocking the latches at the top and bottom of the wall before stepping through and making sure the clothes were back before closing the door.

This is my secret. See, there is a hidden room behind my closest wall and another hidden wall leads to a small tunnel that takes me through the house. That room is like my panic room and special space. No one but my mom knows about this room. I have my most prized possessions in this room.

When I was fifteen I came across a new tunnel that led to the other side of the compound during one of my many days of lockdown. When I was sixteen, I may have stolen some cash from my brothers and had one of the maids who lived off the property buy a car for me and park it at her home which just happened to be near the entrance to the new tunnel.

Another secret that my brothers don’t know is that Abba Kai taught me how to work on cars. It took me about a year and lots of sneaking, but I built a go-cart for the tunnel otherwise it would take me over two hours to just walk the property.

I quickly made my way down the dark cemented corridors which took me to the other side of the mansion and eventually came to the dusty wooden panel nestled snuggly in the foundation. I grabbed the wooden panel and tugged harshly, releasing the panel from the wall, and set it down next to the opening. I walked a few feet, grabbed the black tarp that was in front of me, and pulled it off the object that it was covering.

“Hello, baby! Miss me? Mommy missed you.” I sang in a baby voice as I rubbed the smooth metal of my cart. I got in the seat and put the key in the ignition, and the cylinders began to purr with life. It was music to my ears.

I put my earbuds in and cranked up ‘Eye of the Tiger’ before I put my foot on the accelerator. I zoomed through the dark tunnel guided by my bright headlights and my blasting my ‘Tunnel’ playlist. After 6 songs, I see the end of the tunnel and soon I have parked and turned my cart around for the return trip. It takes me only minutes to exit the secret panel into the basement and up the ladder to the hidden shed. I found my keys on the hook on the wall and uncovered my car and soon made my exit and was leisurely driving down the empty service road. As I stopped to turn right towards the city, I looked to my left and could see the edge of my family’s property, lined with the big iron fence. The mansion’s bright lights were barely peaking over the horizon of the large trees.

It took me about 40 minutes to get to Lux. It was almost 11 at night at this point. I could see a line down the next two blocks and around the corner. It’s going to be a busy night! I drove around the back and entered into the underground parking next door as I had a pass on my windshield. The valet opened my car door and I walked to the back entrance. The guard at the door saw me and bowed.

“Hey Big Yeti!” I said smiling. He smiled back and opened his arms and I gladly walked into them. He gave me a big bear hug and I reciprocated. Frank, also known as Big Yeti, got his nickname because one day when I was like 6, he saved me from taking a big tumble down a ski cliff. He rolled through the fluffy snow and it stuck to his jacket. He was already a huge man, a big teddy bear, line-backer body builder guy so to see him covered in fluffy snow was hilarious to a little girl. I called him a big yeti and it stuck!

“Happy Birthday Ms. Madison! You look more beautiful each day I see you. Your brothers are going to have their hands full tonight keeping those boys away from you,” He said with a big mischievous smile.

“Aw, thanks Big Yeti! You know I always have to keep those drama queens on their toes.” I kissed him on the cheek and he pulled away from our little embrace as he chuckled.

“Boss told me to expect you. He gave me this,” he said and handed me a glittering gold mask with little silver rhinestones on the border. I turned around and he helped tie it so it covered my face. “Have fun tonight birthday girl. All the guards are on high alert tonight. You will be safe.”

“Thanks, Big Yeti. You are the best!” I smiled and entered through the open door.

I could hear the techno music and feel the pounding of the bass through the dark maroon walls. I make my way through the dimly lit hall. There are several closed doors with golden plaques next to them. I pass several that say ‘office’ and a black door that says ‘the dungeon’ which is the exclusive BDSM club in the basement. I’ve only gotten to go down there once, and it was incredible. There is a reason my brothers charge $100,000 for the monthly membership. The last door at the end of the hallway is the ‘club room’. I knock on the door and I hear a click.

The door is opened toward me by a guard and he steps to the side so I can pass. The club is three stories. The music is blaring and there is a very distinct smell of sweat and sex in the air. The lights are rave-worthy and both bars on the side are full to the brim. The main dance floor is in the middle and it is a pit. You have to walk down the stairs that can be found on every corner of the massive rectangular dancefloor and it lights up by touch, so the more people, the more colorful the floor looks. The DJ is in a private booth to the right. There is plenty of tabletop seating around the main level.

There is another set of stairs near the DJ booth with guards at the entrance. I head that way as that is to the VIP floor. I walk up to the guards and give the secret hand sign so I don’t need an invitation or a ticket. They bow slightly and open the rope and I quickly ascend the sleek stairwell. There is another door at the top of the stairs that I open and walk into the lounge.

The room is just as large as the floor below, with another light-up dance floor in the middle, but there are dancing poles on the sides, ruby red booths with privacy curtains, and semi-private rooms line three of the sides and a golden tabletop bar finishes the look. Girls in black leather uniforms serve the tables with the finest selections of alcohol and they are certified to provide extra services should you require them, for a price of course. The fun part about this floor is that there is light music playing. You get headphones when you want to dance and it connects to the DJ downstairs.

I notice most of my brothers and several of their partners lounging in the largest private room on the opposite side of the room. I start walking that way, ignoring the lustful stares of several men as I passed.

“You assholes are partying without me?” I dramatically scold with a big smile on my face as I practically ripped open the privacy curtain.