The mafia boss and the stripper
Nevaeh Jameson
She's the bitchy stripper who like's to get her hands dirty
She's ruthless,sarcastic,could care less what people think about her but behind all that she was just a broken girl who had been forced to...
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"Let me get a private dance sexy!"
I turn my head and look to see some old guy with a smirk on his face. He looks creepy as hell, his teeth are crooked, some brown and some yellow. He has long netted hair that looks like it hasn't been brushed in weeks and a growing brown beard.
Not to mention he smells like fucking shit.
Fuck.
"My shift is over," I tell him looking down at my phone. "Dumb bitch." He said with an eye roll.
I looked up at him and start laughing. he looked at me like I was crazy but this guy's audacity is so fucking disrespectful it's funny.
fuck I need to stop.
About two minutes later I'm done laughing and wiping the few tears that had fallen from my eyes.
"You know what let's go outside to the back and I'll give you the best private dance of your life babe," I said with a wink, his smirk returned, and he walked off with me following.
It's honestly funny how some men or claim to be men who are really little pussy, little boys who "don't know" how to respect girls or women at all think they can just say whatever and we'll just do it like some fucking rag doll.
That's ok because what he has coming is all on him.
It's his fault, not mine.
We walk out of the club's back door and into a dark ally way the street lights doing little to help with any light.
"Sit on that crate over there," I tell him. He does as told and he is now sitting down tide to it just how I want him.
He looked up at me I could see a little fear creeping into his eyes. "Don't worry love it's just for fun," I tell him giving him a little smirk, and can see the fear instantly leave and excitement replace it.
I had on an oversized jacket that ended right below my mid-thigh, I slipped out a gun that I always kept with me. I held it up and showed it to him and Boy the look on his face, the fear, the regret in his eyes, it was priceless, hilarious, and it fucking thrilling me, it made me excited, I can feel the blood rushing through me warm, it makes me happy, something in me loves it.
I bend down holding my gun to the right side of his face "what was it that you called me?" I questioned looking down at him.
He looks like he's about to shit his pants. "hmm bitch that's what it was right?" I ask him looking him in the eyes "so now you can't speak huh?" I say laughing "I really don't like being ignored and you're ignoring me." I say calmly rubbing my gun up and down his face.
"You bitch!" He spat, his voice full of venom making me laugh once again. I'm going to give it to him, the mother fucker got me a good laugh.
I bend down to his ear "and those right there will be your last words." I whisper and pull the trigger.
Blood hitting my face I look down at him and admire his dead lifeless body, the work I just did.
With one last look, I walk off humming, my heels clicking against the concrete, warm blood sliding down my face, and happily smirking to myself.
Hi guysss
I just wanna let y'all know that the first few chapters are going to be short, but they will get longer so no worries
Hopefully, y'all enjoyed the first chapter and I hope y'all have a good day/night bye lovely's 😙
