A Stone Cold Love In Miami

K A P R I Y A

It was a slightly chilly night, the breeze rustling the palm fronds, as I stepped out of the dark SUV, my Loubs clicking on the asphalt. Four of my goons got out of the vehicle after me, all dressed in black designer.

I licked my red lips in anticipation as I looked at the small sign of a glowing lion head that was hanging beside an inconspicuous entrance along a deserted boulevard. This was the place we were looking for. The Lion's Den strip club.

My men dutifully scanned the area as they waited for my go-ahead. I nodded, seeing that there was no threat, and as a group, we approached the building and entered. The lighting was dim and there was nothing but a set of stairs that led down underground. I was in the lead and didn't hesitate to continue down the steps, careful yet graceful and confident.

As we went further down the stairs it began to resemble a cavern and I could feel a faint vibration under my heels and the muffled sound of music, growing ever louder.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and turned a corner to come upon two burly bouncers blocking a thick, windowless metal door.

They tensed and puffed up at the sight of my crew, giving my goons distrusting looks before settling their gazes on me. I could tell they were trying to figure out who I was. I supposed I looked like some famous mob wife with my fully tatted body and thick curves, which I had made sure to show off in a tight, skimpy red dress. It matched the vibrance of the bone-straight hair that reached my tailbone.

"I think you got the wrong place," one of the bouncers said gruffly.

With a fluid movement and a bored expression, I pulled my forged ID and two bands out of my clutch and handed it to one of them. "I came for some fun so I'm in the right place."

They read my alias name on my fake ID and their scrunched brows revealed they were trying to recall the inconsequential name.

"No trouble tonight," one of the bouncers finally said as they pocketed their bribes.

I nodded and opened my clutch for them to check, then they waved me on through. I didn't waste time walking past them to head inside, knowing they were going to pat down my men. I smirked.

The Lion's Den was a seedy strip club tucked away from the public eye, a hot joint that was owned by a former Colombian cartel leader who apparently had most of Miami PD in his pocket. It was the only way to explain how he operated an underground club situated in Downtown Miami, known for being a melting pot of gangs and illegal activity. Most gangs and mafias preferred to frequent spots in their own territory, but The Lion's Den offered much more danger, as it entertained thugs from all walks of life, prostitutes, and anyone else looking for a come up. Usually if gangs were beefing with each other, it somehow always seemed to land in The Lion's Den in one form or another. The many shootouts and fights in the place, and the hush always following the tragedies, were enough to give away that there was no way the club was being lawfully regulated and monitored.

The bouncers would pat down my men and miss the guns we'd strategically strapped in place in their shoes and pants, in anticipation of their half-ass procedure.

I pulled the metal door open to the club and was instantly blasted with trap music as I stepped into a smoke-filled room that had strobe and LED lights flashing everywhere. Through the hazy smoke I could make out various strippers on small stages situated throughout the room, grinding and shaking their asses on their poles.

Already knowing who I was after tonight, I flicked a strand of red hair behind my shoulder and headed for VIP. Another burly bouncer led me to my own section and I settled in and pulled out my phone as a bottle girl came to fulfill my needs. The place was pretty packed and the body heat was stifling, already causing sweat to gather at the nape of my neck. I ordered a bottle of Ciroc and cranberry juice, then began to assess the atmosphere a little more. I saw my goons had entered the club and just like I'd ordered, they split into two pairs, one going to the bar and the other getting their own VIP section, not far from where I was.