5.

KAYLA

I had never been to this part of the club in the three months I started working here, and I guess it’s because it’s been reserved for him.

It’s been three months, and I had gotten nothing useful for HQ, and they were not happy. I don’t know why Ricardo ordered a private dance from me, but I was too desperate to finally have something to tell HQ when I call in for feedback.

There were men stationed outside the door when I got there, and they gave me that familiar lustful stare that I could never get used to. Ivory had chosen a red lingerie with fake diamonds.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open but was surprised to see that it was empty.

“Go in; the boss will be here soon." One of the guards grumbled, so I entered the room and locked the door behind me.

I listened for a few seconds and scanned the room for possible cameras before bringing out the burner phone that was given to me to contact Miro.

I sent him a quick text to Miro to let him know that I was finally making contact with the target. Just as I switched off the phone and hid it, the door opened, and the devil himself walked in.

Ricardo Salvatore had the aura of the nickname that had been given to him. The devil. With long black hair tied in a man bun and eyes that burned a fiery hole through me, he was sinfully handsome.

His dark brown eyes swept over me in a lazy and bored manner, which caused me to shiver involuntarily. His scarred right brow arched as his eyes landed on my hair, reminding me that the only reason Dad allowed me on the mission was because they discovered that Ricardo has a liking for women with natural auburn hair, which I did.

His gait was lazy but powerful as he took long strides and placed himself on the couch before me. I stood there awkwardly, the first unease I’ve felt in a long while since I started dancing here.

“That hair colour, is it natural or dyed?” He asked with a frown, and I reached out to touch my auburn curls.

“They are natural,” I answer, but he said nothing else and just leaned back against the seat.

“Well?” He drawled, his deep but husky voice throwing me off balance. “Did I come here to watch you look at me?”

His bored tone snapped me out of my trance and pushed me towards the pole. My hands were shaking as they gripped the pole, but I pulled myself together before I pressed play, and the music floated in the space.

I start to dance, aware of his eyes as they move with the music. While I danced, my mind tried to conjure all the ways I could try to make sure he saw me again.

Do I ask questions now? Do I ask for another opportunity? I heard he was extremely suspicious, so I decided against asking anything today. I had to be very careful. I could still see Dad’s threat on his face as I boarded the plane.

The music soon carried my worries away, and I focused on dancing for now. His eyes never left my body as I danced, and somewhere between, I wanted his eyes on me.

I forced myself out of whatever feelings my body was trying to feel. He was the enemy. It didn’t matter how addicting his attention was or how handsome he was, I would never have anything to do with a criminal.

I became worried when his attention shifted from me to his phone when it lit with a message. His scowl deepened, and he typed furiously.

It made me begin to worry. What if he had to leave now? I had to think fast. I needed to make an impact, something that would make him come in search of me again.

“Remember, it’s all for the job,” I whispered to myself. “It’s all for the job,” I told myself again before moving off the pole and towards him.

Ricardo looked up with raised brows when I took the phone from his hand and climbed onto his laps. I was shaking on the inside, but I couldn’t show it. If I mess up today, I may not get another chance.

He leaned back, and his hands curled around my waist. "Hmmm,” he grunted when I rolled my hips on his hardening cock.

I bit my lips to stop myself from pulling back from his touch. I couldn’t believe I was trying to get the attention of a criminal when I should be putting him in cuffs, but this was different, I was still going to put him in cuffs.

My hands wrapped around his neck, and I kept his eyes on me as I danced. Our faces were so close to each other that I could feel his breaths. I was getting lost in his eyes while chanting it was all for the job in my head.

“You are a naughty one” he grunted, and his fingers buried themselves in my curls before he yanked my hair back roughly. I let out a whimper that leaves me horrified. This was not me.

"Just for you" I leaned closer to whisper in his ears. 

His hands wrapped around my neck, and I wanted to shove him off me, but I couldn’t. This was just a job, nothing more.

Just when I thought it was getting good, he lifted me up by my waist and dropped me on the chair.

I stared at him in confusion as he called for someone behind the door. The man dropped three bundles of cash on the chair and walked out.

Ricardo eyed me with dark eyes blazing with lust and curiosity, but he said nothing else to me and walked out after the guard, leaving me stunned.

“Did I just fuck up?” I whispered to the empty room with the sound of my pounding heart louder than the music.