Devotion

Mystery

Julia Ludovico
couple hours earlier

After racing down the streets of New York, I finally arrived to The Ember, one of the biggest strip clubs in Manhattan. When I arrived I felt a sense of familiarity, like I've been here before.

I walked up to the bouncer, he was tall and very muscular, if I wasn't an absolute lesbian I would probably think he was attractive.

"Can I see some ID" he said with a stern look on his face.

I pulled out my fake ID from my black Louis Vuitton wallet. Although, I am clearly over the age of 21, I still have to keep my identity hidden because you never know what enemies may be close.

As I handed him my ID, he closely inspected it, making sure that it wasn't a fake. After a few moments, he handed me back my ID and opened the glass doors that led into the club.

The moment I walked in my nose was filled with the scents of alcohol and sex. All I saw was beautiful woman perched on top of old perverted men. It was disgusting and it reminded me why I hate clubs.

As I scanned the room looking for Bri, I noticed a stripper sitting at the bar. She was wearing black lingerie that hugged her curves perfectly. Her long brown hair was laying across her tan back as her plump red lips were sipping on a drink.

She was very beautiful, so naturally I had to approach her.

I pushed myself through the crowd of people watching a blonde stripper dancing on the stage. People were either hypnotized by the way this girl moves her hips or vulgarly dancing with a partner. I continued moving across the floor, feeling many different hands caress my body as I go along.

The closer I got to the girl, the more I seem to feel like I recognize her from somewhere. Right as I was about to approach her it hit me.

Holy shit thats Alessandra D'Angelo

What the fuck was she doing here? I would have never thought I would see Alessandra D'Angelo again.

My body started to fill up with anger. I wanted to go over there and just shoot her in the head but I know I can't. There is too many people watching and it wouldn't be smart to break our families treaty. But thats when an amazing idea came to my mind.

"If I couldn't kill her then I'd rather just toy with her." I thought with a smirked on my face.

***
Present time

I was frustrated, both mentally and sexually.

The same question kept puzzling my mind. What was Alessandra doing in a place like this? Usually her family keeps it low key, I would've never guessed that she would be working as a dancer. My thoughts were interrupted by Bri's voice.

"Where you just getting a lap dance from Alessandra D'Angelo? She asked with her jaw wide opened.

I inhaled very deeply, closing my eyes as I tried to clear my mind from the recent situation.

"Just don't worry about it" I murmured. I didn't feel like explain to her why I was with Alessandra. The red neon lights were blinding my eyes, as I made my way through the crowd of people. I entered a dark room, filled with rich men and women.

There was strippers in every corner. I looked ahead and saw Bri talking to large man. I headed towards him, trying to ignore the hungry glances I was acquiring. Just then I saw Bri grab the mans arm and take him outside into an alley way.

"Mark, so we meet again". I smirked as I slammed the guy against the brick wall. He was wearing a all black suit that gives the impression he's wealthy. The man stared back at me with a horrified look.

"Please, please don't kill me!!"

God, this man is already annoying me.

It was incredibly easy to track down Mr. Robinson, especially since he spends every Saturday at this strip club. I'm sure his wife doesn't know he is down here. Mark does business with my father, however his company is nearly filing for bankruptcy. I can tell by the fake Rolex he is wearing.

I wasn't one to feel sympathy towards my victims. Although, with the recent situation that just occurred, I wasn't thinking straight.

Usually I would just focus on my job and simply get it over with. But considering that I was confused on this whole situation and why my father was even sending spies in the first place, I decided I was going ask him a few questions.

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want!"

He was now ugly crying and his screams where getting a bit too loud for comfort. I signaled Bri to shut him up before he drew unwanted attention. She punched Mark hard in his jaw, which stopped his sobs. I reached for the gun in my waistband and brought it up to his face.

"I want you to tell me why my father had someone spying on the D'Angelos"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he stuttered.

"Okay then I'll make this easy for you" I spit out, nudging the gun harder into the side of his head. "You can talk or I can kill you, which one will it be"

"okay okay okay!! please just don't kill me." he cries out, it's honestly pathetic how much of a pussy he is.

"Your father received a cassette tape that had a masked voice on it telling him a list of people. He believes that the D'Angelos are behind this, so he enlisted me to figure out what this was about and who is doing this as a way for me to pay off my debt." He spoke, looking like a weight had just lifted off his shoulders

"Wait so I'm confused, if thats the case then why did you rat out the other guy." Bri speaks up.

"Because I feared the D'Angelos were on our trail so I had to throw them off by only ratting one of us out." He says with a serious tone.

This is all so confusing. Why did my dad keep this a secret from me? And how do the D'Angelos tie into all this?

"Lets go Bri" I muttered, releasing mark from my hold of him against the wall.

This whole situation doesn't seem right and I was sure going to get to the bottom of it.