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Creepypasta Mafia 1

The pasta's to kill list has been getting thinner and thinner until they were only getting about three names a week. Something was changing a crime communities. Fewer and fewer people were being picked to get rid of, and when they were, the payment was small. Not to mention, the murder rates in big cities were skyrocketing. The cities were much better places to help with crimes. This is where one of the pastas found himself, watching to see what the heck was going on.

He stood in the shadows in an alleyway, watching over a flower shop.

Next to him was an alleyway where men kept walking in and out of. This had to be where one of their bases were.

He slipped his way into a group and walked in, unnoticed.

They went into a building with a password before entering... a brothel.

He grimaced and sat in the farthest table, not bothering to order a drink when a woman came over and asked.

They wore lingerie and all were extremely attractive, even though they were all shapes and sizes and colors. Heck, they even had men in there for the gays and women.

He shuddered. Brothels made him uncomfortable. He couldn't stop thinking about how many of these people possibly had STDs. What the hell? This place was more classy than other brothels. He eyed around and listened carefully on conversations. Something about moonshine. 'Moonshine... Could it be code for something?'

A woman not as scandalously dressed walked over to him "you don't look familiar, you new?"

He eyed her and shook his head. "Just checking out different places for a friend."

She sat next to him "what's your name?"

He shifted a bit. "Jack."

She smiled a bit. "Well, you want to get the MS here. Best in town."

He raised a brow. "MS?"

She sighed and leaned in and spoke lowly. "Moonshine. This is one of the few towns that still has alcohol outlawed. So the owners here have made their own, moonshine."

"Ah I see, so that's what everyone has been talking about."

She nodded "Yah, if you don't cause trouble, no one gets hurt."

He nodded then lowered his voice, leaning to her ear. "If you don't mind, could we find somewhere private? I'd like to ask you a few questions about a possible customer that often comes here."

She nodded "Yah, just follow my lead." She then smashed her lips in his as if it was full of passion and wrapped her arms around him.

He kissed her back, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer.

Man, this guy was a pretty damn good kisser. She blushed and pulled away after a minute "let's go to the dark room." She then kissed him again.

He nodded and followed her.

They made their way like any couple here would, making out and touching each other suggestively. When they got in she locked the door, messed her hair up and messed around with her clothes before looking at him "what do you need to know?"

He took out a photo from under his suit jacket and showed it to her. "I'm looking for a man named Z. He's been caught distributing illegal drugs and weapons in a few cities including this one. This along with a few other bars are his most common for him to come to for relaxation."

"Yah I know him." She said looking at the picture.

"When was the last time you saw him?" He asked, putting the photo away and taking out a notepad and pen, beginning to write stuff down.