The Mafia Queen's Obsession

Part 2

She tossed her bag on the couch, the file spilling out as she scanned the contents again. The information on Selene Moretti had lit a fire in her, but it was the list of Moretti-owned businesses that caught her attention. One name stood out—a high-end nightclub in the heart of the city, "Vesper." It wasn't just any club; it was the kind of place where the city's elite rubbed shoulders with the underworld, a carefully curated oasis for the rich, powerful, and dangerous.

Ayla leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers against the table. This was it. The Morettis were deeply entrenched in the city's nightlife, and Vesper was their playground. If she wanted to get closer to them—especially Selene—this was the place to start.

Her fingers flew across her phone, dialing the number of her old friend, Max. He was a tech genius and a master at creating things that were... less than legal. They'd done favors for each other in the past, and Ayla knew he was the one person who could help her blend in at Vesper.

The phone rang twice before Max picked up.

"Ayla, what's up?" His voice was casual, but there was a hint of amusement in it—he always knew when she was up to something.

"I need a favor," Ayla said, her tone smooth, yet firm. "I'm going to a club tonight. Vesper, the Moretti's place. I need a fake VIP card—something that'll get me past the bouncers. You know, the works."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. She could almost hear Max calculating, weighing the odds of getting caught. Finally, he spoke.

"Vesper, huh? That's a bold move. You planning on making it past the velvet ropes without getting shot?"

Ayla smirked. "I've got my ways. But a little help from you wouldn't hurt."

Max chuckled. "Alright, alright. I can whip something up for you. I'll need a couple of hours—just give me your details, and I'll make sure it looks authentic. I'm guessing you're not looking to just dance."

"Nope. I'm looking for answers. I'll text you my info."

"Got it. You're lucky I like you, Novak. Don't get yourself killed, okay?"

Ayla grinned. "I don't plan on it. Thanks, Max."

After hanging up, Ayla stared at the file again. The Morettis had no idea who they were dealing with. As she prepared for the night ahead, she couldn't shake the feeling that stepping into Vesper was about to be a whole different kind of dangerous.

Her phone buzzed a few minutes later with Max's message—VIP Card: Ready in 2 hours. You're welcome.

Ayla smirked again. This was the kind of challenge she thrived on.

Ayla stared at the screen of her phone as the digital VIP card Max had created appeared in her inbox.

 It was flawless—sleek, professional, and exactly what she needed to gain access to Vesper. She could already picture herself slipping past the bouncers, her face the perfect blend of confidence and casual elegance. 

This wasn't just a night out—it was her first step closer to Selene Moretti, and nothing would stop her from getting the information she needed.

She set her phone down and turned her attention to the wardrobe.

 Vesper wasn't just any club; it was the kind of place where the rich and powerful came to play. Ayla needed to blend in, to make sure no one took a second glance at her.

She slid open the closet door and scanned the clothes hanging inside.

 After a moment, her fingers grazed the black dress she had in mind. It was simple, yet captivating—elegant without trying too hard, the kind of dress that whispered sophistication.