A Dark Marriage Mafia Romance
A FIGHT FOR LOVE. A WAR FOR VENGEANCE.
A forceful encounter leaves a cataclysmic enforcer, 𝗔𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮, under the thumb of the FBI. She is installed in an impossible position, forcing her to lie and deceit powerf...
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My heart thrums. Anticipation gnawing on me while I count each second that goes by, hands desperate to reach for the blades hidden away. Forty five seconds go by when, finally, the doors to the private elevator slide open.
Two weeks. That's how long it had taken to put together a plan for tonight, to make sure every pawn was set strategically on the board. Pawns being employees—dancers, performers, waitresses, bartenders, and security. I knew who and where each of them were stationed tonight. And I knew where the players—myself, the target, and even a possible threat—would be. How are you to play the game if you do not know the pawns and players?
Father taught me the game, taught me that I needed to know every little detail to ensure a win. Planning is a step to winning, and I have always been a planner; weaving my ploys into perfection. Always twelve steps ahead.
Being taught a game of strategy, my mind became a game of chess, it's how I explain how my brain works. Every possible scenario with players and pawns is mapped out in front of me and structured to play out to my advantage. I move the pieces across the board, playing until the endgame is to my win.
Precise. Focused. And strategic.
Three separate and equally important components that I need to be in my line of business. It is what I was also taught and the very few elements that have sculpted me into the lethal woman I am today.
Suppose that's the benefit of being raised by a psychotic genius.
As we step out into the hall, the floor manager grabs my elbow, turning me to him. I hold in the need to punch him by the sudden contact. "I know that when I called your last employer she made it clear that you were her best... performer. However, seeing as this is your first night, you're not obligated to go in there. You can wait until you're more comfortable and familiar with this level."
"I appreciate the concern, Aaron. But like you said, I'm the best at what I do." I touch his bicep, giving him a reassuring smile. A blush warms his cheeks. "I'll be okay."
He nods. "Okay, then. Straight down the hall, sixth door to your right. If there's any trouble, then push one of the emergency buttons and security will be with you in seconds."
"Got it. Thank you, Aaron." I lightly squeeze his arm before turning and walking towards the entrance.
The security dips his chin and unclips the velvet rope before opening the dark curtain for me to pass through. "Have fun," he mutters quietly.
Stepping foot into the broad hallway, a surge of adrenaline pumps through my veins. I had this place mapped and cemented into my mind, but that still doesn't stop the utter astonishment of seeing this level in person. The light coming from the chandeliers are dimmed low, barely casting any light at all, and candles are set neatly throughout the hall to add to the erotic aura. The whispers of moans and flesh slapping against flesh carries like a soft breeze through the dark hall.
