Silent And Deadly

19

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 19
ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: ˢᵗʳⁱᵖ 666
ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉᵒ ʳᵒˢˢⁱ...
.
.
.

He was going to hell. That was for sure. Maybe he was already there. 

His hell was this strip club. 

He didn't like the smell of alcohol that lingered in the air. Or the smell of sweat. Or sex, there was the smell of sex on everything in this god-forsaken room. 

The flashing lights were messing with his head. 

And he could see the specks of dirt on the counters and bar stools, and it was slowly killing him.

"Comms check." Timothy rang over the small ear deceive. Breaking him away from his internal panic attack.

He was going to end up cleaning this whole building if he was left alone for much longer.

"Copy," Ford replies from his location behind the bar. His role was playing the bartender. He had a good line of sight of all the exits and the floor.

"Yo yo!" Daniel yelled into the mic, causing the whole team to groan.

"Thank you so much, Danny!" Ford hollered down the line.

"Anyone got any eyes on Miss Titov," Enzo spoke quietly.

He's just mad his boy toy doesn't like him right now.

Miss Titov, or Sasha Titov, was one of the high runners of the Russian mafia. She was known for taking out the biggest kill, or the prey, you could say.

She never left a job unfinished. She would grab women from the streets, their homes, and strip clubs. She made it sound like she could give them everything. When really she just took everything away.

Matteo was the first to see the short-haired woman. She had on what seemed to be a suit, it was probably easier to move in.

She radiated dominance. She was in control. It was in the energy around her, it was in the way she walked.

"Found her," Matteo muttered into the comms. His sparkling water hid the way he talked into his wrist.

No drinking on the job.

"Good Athena is up next."

The crowd cheered and whistled as the last girl made her way off stage. When Matteo glanced at the stage, there was a black bra laying forgotten in the ocean of one-dollar bills.

Wonderful.

'The Art of Survival' started as Athena took the stage.

Matteo knew that he should be watching Sasha for her reaction. To see if she took the bait. But it seemed that he took the bait as well.

As Athena stepped on the stage the music started. The beat started pumping back and forth through the club. She only had on a small leather jacket that covered her chest and torso.

She looked like a biker. Well, a biker that was a stripper. Matteo laughed at the thought. 

She had fishnet stockings that climbed up her thighs and when she started to take off the jacket he saw was underneath hidden from his eyes.

But stalking didn't end at the torso. They climbed all the way to the top of her neck. He almost wondered how she decided to fit into that period but he didn't put much thought into it when he saw the black undergarments that lay above it.

Black lingerie.

God, he was going to die tonight.

The small triangles that seem to be her bra barely covered anything. He had surely had a sight to see. He could see pretty much everything. And that meant everyone else in the club could see just as much.