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I felt his sweaty palms rub my arms slowly. His breath quickened and all I had to do was kiss his neck. I could feel him through my dress and it took everything in me not to puke at the contact. 

“What do I have to do to make you mine?” His voice came out in a low whisper and I sighed loudly, hoping he took it as a sign that I was also invested in whatever was going on.

“I heard you were part of the El Alma mafia.” I decided to push the buttons now he was at his peak. He froze underneath me and I leaned forward and gave his feathery kisses all over his exposed hairy chest. “It’s so hot. You with guns. I can only imagine how scary you were.” 

Plan B: Stroke his ego

I heard him chuckle and I almost rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t say scary but I did have a lot of body count..” his hands trailed down to the V-neck of my dress. “Not this kind of body count sugar.” 

I let out the most fake giggle to exist and rubbed his chest. “I’m sure you were one of the top bosses. Apart from Enma of course.”

“Well there were other two men that led the gang then.” He said, sliding the strap of my dress down my arm. “Theo..” my heart sank at the mention of his name, my father. “Bless his soul and the other guy. They were considered the trinity.”

I sat up in his lap, already exhausted from trying to fake being horny. “The other guy?” I pressed.

“Nobody ever knew his name or saw him. We just knew he existed and was equally deadly.” 

Another wasted night.

I sighed and got down from the oversized man. 

“What the hell?” He swore, trying to reach out to me but I kicked him back into the couch. He clutched his chest in pain. I fixed my dress and snatched my purse from the table. I was about to leave the dimly lit room when I heard a gun cock. Turning around, I saw his shaky hand trying to grip the revolver. I almost laughed at the attempt. 

“What are you going to do? Shoot me?” I said, folding my arms and looking at the man. I could barely see him but I knew he was already turning red from anger. That’s how they all reacted when they found out that the girl they got lucky with wasn’t going all the way with them. Mafia men and their massive egos.

“You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded.

“Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

With my heels in my hand and my purse in the other, I walked out of the private bar and headed towards the parking lot. I unlocked my baby; a sleek black BMW Z4 and got in. My phone rang and I almost rolled my eyes. I dropped my things on the passenger’s seat and drove off to my shift.

***

After I changed into my white shirt that felt a bit tight and black pants that hugged my curves, I walked into the bar area of the club. It was the biggest club in the city; La Noche. It was big both in size and in crowd. Everyone in Sinclairville, Chicago came to La Noche; the rich, the poor, the straight and gays. The doors were open to everyone as long as they bought a drink. The real distinction was where everyone partied. There’s the VIP lounge, main hall and private rooms and fortunately for me, I worked at the bar in the VIP lounge. That was where I found my targets.

As soon as I got to the bar, Vincent rolled his eyes at me. “You may not need this job but at least, work and give me your cut of the salary or your tips.” 

“Who said I don’t need the money?” I asked, wiping a glass. Vincent scoffed.

“Have you met yourself?” He asked, “The car? The designer dresses? Shoes? Just go back home to your trust fund family or something.” 

I laughed at his expression. If only I had a family to go home to. Ever since we met in college, Vincent always believed that I ran away from home out of rebellion because I was just never broke but I had my father’s secret funds to thank. The money was supposed to be for my sister and I when he finally left the mafia world but that day never came.

“Is it just me or did these shirts get tighter?” I asked, trying to adjust the collar of my chest. I noticed Vincent’s shirt was equally tighter than usual. 

“Your boss is not just trying to sell drinks.” Celine says, finally joining us. She was a single mother trying to support her kid but honestly, she didn’t look a day older than 26 and she was 34. “The woman is on a vacation again.” Celine said, pouring a customer a drink. 

“That hag. How old is the child she took this time around?” Vincent asked. Well he wasn’t exaggerating. Our boss, the owner of the biggest club in the city, Maria Delgado, only dated men old enough to be her grandson. Each year, she goes on a vacation when we make big sales and instead of giving us a bonus, she finds a new boy toy and travels out with him.

“I heard this one just turned 20.” 

“Fuck.” I swore and Celine shook her head.

“She’s getting out of hand.” Vincent said.

“There I was, about to pimp you out to her so we could get a raise but you’re now too old.” I jokingly tell Vincent bumping into him. 

“I only date MILFs, not grandmas. Thank you very much.” He corrects like it makes any difference.

Celine laughs at our banter before heading off to serve drinks. She was on serving shift this week and I was grateful. Serving in the VIP lounge was torture. You can’t complain too much because they brought in the money but the groping? Sexual advances? It was hell.

“Hey doll, how much to get you out of there?” A man suddenly said and I looked at the end of the bar. He was putting on a wrinkled shirt and suit pants. His outfit basically screamed he followed someone here, not that he could afford it. 

“How much are you leaving as a tip?” I asked, giving him a sultry smile and he choked on his drink. He probably didn’t expect me to play into his fantasy.

“Uh.. I-I have a couple of bills.” He stuttered, digging into his pocket for rumpled notes. I laughed and turned to the next customer. “What can I get you?” After taking the lady’s order, I turned to get her drink ready.

“Wicked witch of the west.” Vincent whispered close to me and I grinned. “Speaking of which, I got us invites to an exclusive dinner party. The party is in two days.” He said, whistling lowly.

“Whose wife did you steal it from?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I have my dignity.” He snaps, going to serve a customer. “And I found them in her closet when she was asleep. She’ll think she lost them.”

“You should be behind bars.” I jokingly say. I placed the woman’s drink in front of her and she thanked me, which was surprising for someone in this part of the bar.

“Well it’s a great space for me to meet new people.”

“New women.” I corrected and he shrugged.

“Same thing and you can meet someone too.” He suggested. I was about to counter him when I figured I could meet other people that maybe knew more about the El Alma mafia. More information than I’ve gathered for years. “So are you coming?” He asked and I pouted.

“I don’t have anything to wear.” Which was a lie and Vincent knew that.

“Shut up.”