"Pass me a shot, Charlie."
"Coming right up." The ginger haired boy who looks way too young to be in this kind of business takes out a shot glass from a cupboard behind the bar and begans making my drink.
I observe the club; the marble countertop where I'm leaning against, the dancefloors filled with drunk fuckers who leak with the smell of sweat knowing damn well that they don't know what to do with their life. Strippers decorate the walls, spinning on poles in colourful lingerie. I can't help but smirk at the sight.
Men who are probably cheating on their wife of 20 years are watching the strippers with disgusting eyes which makes me want to punch them in the face but It's there job.
A french club - de l'argent. Fuckers couldn't make a more original name. Despite the unoringinarty, it's quite a popular club.
De l'argent is a french club chain. One of the most successful ones of the French mafia. I'd say it's alright.
"So what's the job tonight?" Charlie passes me the shot glass. It's always nice to have a inside man. "Capo says that the french motherfuckers have been acting out. Just checking up on that. You know the plan right?" He nods and goes away to greet another customer.
Capo avoids mafia wars every chance he gets. You don't need to be a smartass to know that the french mafia is going against our alliance yet they still are double-checking. Yet I don't blame them, they have too much to lose. Too mang weaknesses means a weak mafia. They focus more on alliances and peace.
Scanning the club once more to see if my target has arrived. Pedro Dupont. Manages the drug deals and the money of the french mafia. Also a fucking pervert. He comes to this club to check on the sales and that everything is running smoothly yet he gets distracted by pretty women.
That one habit of his will be the reason of his death.
That's when I see him. Red tight T-shirt, black trousers, messy hair and green eyes that hide dozen of secrets. From my research, I know his first stop will be the bar. He can't get through the night without alcohol.
As soon as he arrives, asking Charlie for a scotch. I start taking sips of my drink seductively, eyeing him up. One thing you always learn in the mafia is to be aware of your surroundings so I'm sure he's sensing my stare right now.
His head finally snaps to mine and I smirk, not lifting my gaze from him. It's what these men do, they get attracted by women who look deviously confident and then call them a whore in the morning. I can see that my tattoos are doing just the job.
He's already horny; judging by the budge on his groin. My eyes wander down and I slightly bite my lips to show my interest. When I look up, I see he's doing the same. A smirk pastes itself on my lips not because I'm turned on but because my plan has already succeeded.
"What brings you here tonight, my lady?" He's the first to speak falling deep into my plan. "Just a lonely lady looking for some fun." I flash him a toothy smile.
Just a lonely lady looking for some blood on her hands.
"Well, I can be the man to company you tonight." Bastard can't even do his job right, how can he company a women? I feel the surge to roll my eyes but I suppress the feeling. "I don't think I'll mind that."
Fucking greedy men. Too fucking easy.
"Sorry baby but not for long, I have some work to look into." Atleast he knows his responsibilities. "It's alright. I would be very lucky for just some few minutes."
I know damn well my worth is more than just a few minutes. I make people beg for more.
He grabs my manicured hand and leads me to the VIP section of the club. I sense Charlie staring at us leaving knowing he will have to do his part of the job soon. "VIP section? You seem like a important man." I act interested knowing damn well he runs this club.
