SOLANA SALAZAR, a young stripper who grew up with money and drugs. she knew everything about what to do for the mafia and what not to do, everyone was amazed by her looks and the way she is. everything was all ok until she ran into ANTONIO BIANCHI...
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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓
Solana stood in front of her vanity mirror, her eyes fixed on her reflection. The soft glow of the lights framed her face as she ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. In the background, the sounds of laughter and voices drifted in from the main area, the party alive with energy.
"Princess, they calling for you," a voice called from the doorway.
She glanced over her shoulder, her lips curving into a faint smirk. The nickname had stuck with her for years, a title that carried weight in every room she entered. Solana straightened her posture, smoothing out the sleek fabric of her dress before turning toward the door.
"Let them wait," she said softly, her eyes gleaming with confidence. Then, with one final glance at her reflection, she headed out to join the crowd, ready to reclaim the attention that was hers for the night.
"Babygirl, you know it's money night," a deep voice called from the hallway, cutting through the sounds of the party.
Solana paused, her hand resting on the doorframe. She knew exactly what that meant—tonight wasn't just for fun. It was business. The stakes were high, and she was the centerpiece.
She turned to face the voice, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. "I know," she replied, her tone cool and collected. "I'll be out in a minute."
The energy in the house was shifting, and she could feel the weight of what was coming. Money night meant deals, power moves, and making sure everyone left satisfied—except, of course, the ones who were meant to lose.
With one last deep breath, she stepped out of the room, ready to own the night like only she could.
"Next up, we have the lady of the night—give it up for Princess!" The announcement boomed through the speakers, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause.
Solana, known to everyone as "Princess," stepped into the spotlight, her presence commanding the room instantly. She moved with effortless grace, her dress shimmering under the lights as she made her way to the center of the floor. All eyes were on her, the anticipation in the air thick and palpable.
She paused, letting the moment sink in, her smirk playful yet powerful. She knew what the crowd wanted, and tonight, she was ready to deliver. The energy around her was electric, and as the music started, she owned the night like the royalty she was.
A hushed voice from the crowd muttered, "I heard that her pussy tastes like chocolate," followed by a few snickers from nearby onlookers.
Solana, sharp and always aware of her surroundings, caught the crude remark. She paused for the briefest of moments, her eyes scanning the crowd, but she didn't let it phase her. She had heard worse before and knew how to command respect without needing to react to every little comment.
