Mila Babinski is the most deadly assassin the underground has seen in years... all the mobsters fear her... she even fears herself. Mila lost everyone she ever cared for at a young age and the time has now finally come to get her revenge. But when...
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Spotlights illuminate the stage where a pretty brunette spins swiftly round the pole. Her body moves seductively along to the beat, catching the attention of everyone in the club. She has full control. All eyes are situated on her, watching every thrust of her defined hips. She holds the men's gaze of enchantment with their only intention for desire of her body - to get a night of pleasure before they return home to their clueless wives. But further past the vibrance and energy of the night her pain became visible so it was all I could see. Dancing with elegance she reminds me of the reasons why I'm here, why most of them up there are here, her dancing reflects the scars she holds deep within, it's her only escape - her only sense of control.
We all have demons behind closed doors... most people are able to let them free and find peace, whilst others... add more locks to those doors - more and more - till one day they realise they've lost the key.
"Hey sexy," a hand creeps up my back breaking me from my trance, "What's a sweet thing like you doing all alone."
"Fuck off."
"That's not a very nice thing to say," a snarled laugh escapes his lips, "Perhaps I'll show you how to use that sweet mouth of yours."
Ugh men.
Forcefully, I grab his wrist that found its way up my thigh and I drag him towards me until my lips slightly brush his ear.
"I said fuck off dick," I grab my gun that sits comfortably on my upper thigh and shove it into his crotch, "Or I'll blow your tiny wrinkly cock to pieces"
I elbow him in the gut and the bitch scurries off.
Fucking piece of shit.
***
"You put on quite the show there you little Diavola." (devil)
I slowly turn around to see my audience face to face. The witness stands in the door frame of the bar with his muscular body leaning on its side, clapping at my performance. He has soft brown skin that glows under the pink lights that have now changed to signify the next dancer. His ice blue eyes follow my every move as I make my way over to his perfectly sculpted figure. Now towering over me I stand on my tip toes whispering...
"There was a lot more where that came from, so if I was you I'd watch your mouth." I spit whilst biting his ear.
"Feisty...I like," he chuckles softly.
"Where are you from little one?"
My hand slowly starts to creep into his black dress shirt, grazing my fingertips softly over his abs. He tensed under my touch - just like the rest of them.
"Straight from the depths of hell so if you would kindly tell me where I can find the boss of this place..." I move my hand so it's resting just below the buckle of his belt, "Unless you would like to become the aftermath of one hell of a night I've had."
"Well you're staring right at him sweetheart," he towers over me, "I'm Matteo, what can I do for you, diavola?"
Of course this egotistical dick is the boss.
"I want to strip."
He looks up and smirks at this causing my grip on him to become tighter...he changes his tone.
"At least let me take you to the back first," leaning down so that our faces are inches away, he lowers his voice, "I wouldn't want everyone to watch us fuck - how unprofessional"
In one swift movement I have his chest pinned against the wall whilst my knee puts pressure on his lower back. I restrict his muscular - now tense - arms behind his back as he squirms to be released.
"Fucking relax" his words come out muffled against the sleek grey walls, "I know what you meant, I was joking, lighten up."
My grip on him tightens , "So is that a yes?"
"You can come by tomorrow night, one of my girls is sick" I release him from my hold.
"You can take her spot and I'll judge your performance based on how you do, then we'll talk - does that sound okay with you diavola," he laughs sarcastically.
I swiftly grab his arm across his back slamming him to the ground, holding him down with my red based heel, "Patronising me won't do you any good."
"You know these little outburst will have to stop diavola," he mutters to the wooden floor. "Now do we have a deal?"
I roll my eyes while I realise my grip as Matteo manages to stumble back to his feet
"Deal." I scoff as I begin to walk away
"I didn't quite catch a name," he yelled after me.
"It's Mila."
~~~
"You go on in five," a director calls out to me.
I tighten the robe around me and touch up my red lips. I stare at the reflection looking back at me. Her eyes lay empty, drained of all life but somehow were filled with a sense rage and fury. A storm of trauma and torture lurks beneath her surface, waiting for an escape to potentially destroy her, but the helpless little orphan girl who lost everything wears the mask - she's the one who holds her head high with no care in the world.
"Mila are you ready?" A voice shouts to which I'm abruptly brought back to reality - so taking a deep breath I make my way towards the stage.
I undo my robe leaving it to pool at the bottom of my feet, I was dressed in a red silk bralette which was practically see through with a black thong that laced up my ass, and knee high boots to match. I don't know how far I would have to go in order to complete the mission.
That's all you need to do Mila. Finish the job.
My heart beat starts to quicken and my hands begin to tremble.
