Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
This story takes place before the epilogue's of Only Layla and Only You
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There was a saying in German. Fernweh. It was an ache for distant places, an ache of missing places you've never been but crave to be. People often tell me they have an ache for human's as well. That the word Fernweh explains their desires to be with one another. To love someone that you've never met. That craving that builds at the bottom of your stomach and expands until it fills your heart with light. But what happens when that craving stabs you in the heart and you bleed out all that love right at that person's feet? To be that vulnerable in front of someone. To risk what you have built? Is it worth it then?
No. It wasn't worth it.
That's why people came to these places. To find sex and lust with someone you don't have to bleed for.
The strip club lights reflected off of every wall. The red lights blinding me and the music thurming against my heels. My dress was suffocating my ribs and felt tighter everyday I put it on. I walked past couches and tables filled with men. Smoke filled the air and blinded me every time a man decided to blow it in my face.
I clutched the drink tray in my hands, zigzagging my way to the bar. Trying to avoid men that tried to reach out and grab me. One of our strippers was giving a blow job to an old rich guy and I had to step over them. That was nothing compared to the atrocity I just saw in one of the private rooms that I delivered drinks in.
I finally reached the bar and put the tray on the shiny marble counter. Caterina gave me an apologetic smile as she filled my tray with more drinks, "If you want to take a break I can have Anna deliver these ones?" she asked me, her brown eyes filled with softness as she looked at me. I shook my head, even though I was exhausted. I stayed until four in the morning because I needed the money and now only a couple hours later I was back here.
Back at the place I hated and smelt like sex and drugs.
"It's fine," I gave her a reassuring smile. Plus I didn't even know where Anna was. I could hear Gemma's heels before I even saw her, she walked up and stood next to me. Her heels were thin and almost five inches high and her perfume surrounded the area around me. She was in nothing but a thong that covered nothing and a bra that looked like just a strip of fabric. She was counting money in her hands, which looked like more than a thousand bucks.
"Ya know, Faye. You wouldn't have to work all those hours if you just worked in one of the back rooms," she said, giving me a teasing smile.
I scoffed, "no thank you. I don't want to have sex with men that carry a bunch of diseases for money," I told her.
She laughed over the loud music, "I don't have sex with them like the other girls. Trust me there are other ways to steal money from rich guy's suit pockets."
I shook my head and she winked at me. Her red hair stood out in the darkly lit strip club. She was one of the prettiest girls here. And one of my closest friends. Along with Caterina and Anna.
