That evening I went out to the club where this Lady Russo character is supposed to be, according to Briggs. However, I've been here for two hours now and still no sign of her. I pay my tab and down the rest of my drink.
"Thirsty tonight?" an unknown voice says.
I turn around and it's her, "A little, it's a bit hot in here."
"What's your name?"
"Stella, and you are?" I ask.
"Isabelle. Are you here alone tonight?"
"Umm practically, I lost my friend earlier and haven't seen her since."
"Oh no, but I guess that works out better for me, huh? Let me take you back to my table, maybe you'll see her on the way." she suggests.
"That's very kind of you, thank you."
She gives me a smirk, before guiding me over to the red roped area. She whispers to the security guard who immediately lifts the barrier. I climb the small staircase after her, sliding onto one of the stools at the table she picked.
"I've never seen you around here before." she comments, sipping her drink.
"This is my first time here."
She smirks, "And your friend just abandoned you when it's your first time, shameful. How do you like it?"
"It's nice, I haven't been hit on by any assholes so I see that as a great thing." I try to relate to her.
"That's good. I try to kick out all of those useless men. I guess word got around, I haven't banned anyone in a while, I miss it."
"You own this place?"
"Yes, I got this place in a...business arrangement."
"It looks like it worked out for you." I smile.
"Oh, it did, dear."
I notice the eyes she's giving me, so I decided it's time to leave, "Oh, I see my friend. Thank you so much for letting me up here and a chance to talk to you. It's been really nice."
"You're welcome, dear. Give me your number, I want to see you again."
I scribble down my number and quickly take my leave. I follow a woman out of the club so she thinks we're together. I hunt down my car and quickly make a heat run before returning to the house.
I walk in and quickly slip off my shoes. I pad over to the kitchen and grab a water before heading upstairs where Johnny was waiting on my bed.
"How'd it go?" he asks.
I walk over to my closet and toss the heels inside before shutting the door, "I made contact, and gave her my number."
"What was she like?"
"Eh, wasn't as intimidating as I thought she would be." I shrug.
"Are you tired? I can head out."
"No, you're good. I just need to wash my face real quick." I head to the bathroom and take my makeup off before washing my face and doing my usual skin care before heading back into my room.
"Yo, you know we haven't talked about what happened the other day." he states.
"A lot has happened recently. You gotta specify."
"Us, together..."
"Oh yeah..."
"Should we?"
"We could save it for another day, and maybe just enjoy tonight." I smirk, crawling onto his lap.
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Instant Connection
FanfictionFBI agents Stella Hart and Jose "Johnny" Tuturro have been close since they arrived at the Southern California undercover house, known as Graceland. The pair grew close, very quickly, but always assured people they were just friends. A new agent, M...