Chapter 2.

Teagan POV.

My fingers drum on the steering wheel of my car to Mr Brightside by The Killers as I pull up to my new home. I have been on assignment for the past week, getting used to the area. Also infiltrating the local area and putting my feelers out for the infamous Antonio Moretti.

I park the car and kill the engine, getting out and grab the groceries out of the trunk of my car. Walking up the path to my front door. I balance the bag on my hip as I put the key in my front door and push it open. The contents of the bag fall and I curse.

“Shit! No, Lucifer, no, leave it alone.” I try to wrestle with my fur ball of a dog to take back the bag of chips. Damn mutt. He just bolts, no doubt being very happy with himself.

I get up off the floor and begin to grab my groceries and put them away. Moving back to the front door, I close it, locking it tight and get to work. Lucifer comes back in with the unopened yet soggy, crumpled bag of destroyed chips.

“Thanks.” I say with a chuckle as I take the now soggy and mangled bag from him and give him a scratch behind his ear. Lucifer is my dog, not the departments, even though he is a German Shepard. He was a gift from my aunt and uncle two years ago. He is a little shit, but he is my baby.

Once I have done my daily chores. I walk to my bedroom and open the hidden compartment under the floorboards. Pulling the package out. I place my gun on the bed and open the binder, and fire up the encoded laptop. I scan the contents and do some homework and also write my findings so far.

The people in this town all sing the praises of the man I am here to destroy. They all see him as some god. That he protects them all and gives back to the community.

I have to be unbiased and look at it from all sides and not from the file in front of me. I know that it is probably weird not to look at this as anything other than what I know, but I have to blend in. I can’t walk in and be like, hey you are a bad guy and I’m here to take you in. That would get me killed within seconds.

So I plan and watch, I blend in. A single woman who wanted a change of scenery. Who happens to be living in the same house that belonged to my grandparents. My aunt changed the title of ownership through her contacts, who are no doubt shady and everything is in my name.

This small town is on the outskirts of the city. The place they rule. But from the gossip, the Moretti’s come here from time to time to see their grandmother. So that is why I am here. This house is in the same street as her. Apparently, they are all about family. No matter who they hurt along the way, the family, and businesses go hand in hand.

As I finish writing what I have found out so far. I put the file and laptop back as my phone dings with a notification. Reaching for the phone, I check the email. I smirk at the contents.

Stage two is now in motion. I have been accepted to work in the club and I start tonight.

Time to get ready. What does one wear to a sex club? As I scan the list of clothing examples, I have been sent I groan. Just great.

I stand and head to my closet and look through the selection of clothes I have. I smirk as I pull several outfits down and get to work.

I had to call into a lingerie shop to get what was needed and the lady was very helpful in assisting me with my enquiry. I’m not a virgin by any means, but I have never seen the point in lingerie, especially when it isn’t on long enough, plus this shit is damn expensive. So here I am. Looking at leather and lace.

Time to slip into my persona. I am no longer Teagan Mulholland undercover agent for RICO. No, I am Bobbi-Jane Costello. Costello was my great-grandmother’s maiden name. All my information has been changed and nothing can tie me to RICO.

I enter the bathroom and get in the shower and let the warm water soothe my frayed nerves. I let the water cascade over and wash away Teagen Mulholland. In her place, now stands the squeaky clean, innocent little lamb known as Bobbi-Jane Costello.

Wrapping a towel around my chest, I wrap my long dark hair in a towel like a turban on top of my head and exit the bathroom to get ready for my first shift.

I throw on my denim booty shorts, off the shoulder top, and my cowboy boots. I place the leather and lace in my bag, with my thigh high red soled boots. I do my makeup, dark smoky eyes that make my green eyes pop, with a bright red lip. A bit of mascara and attach my false lashes. Even though I don’t need them, I was blessed with long curly lashes and assets that some women pay a damn fortune for. I unwrap the towel on my head and sigh.

Once my hair is blown and straightened within an inch of its life, I’m ready to go. Grabbing my ID. I look at myself in the mirror. I smile and nod approvingly at the woman staring back at me.

“Go get em, tiger.” I say to myself to calm myself down.

Leaving the house, I tell Lucifer to stay and he does. Driving to my destination bopping away to early noughties boy bands. I pull up to the curb of the club.

The door is red, and the place is called Temptress. The bouncer on the door, dressed in all black, stands tall and broad with a stoic expression on his face. Leaving the car, I grab my bag from the back seat and walk up to him.

“Hi, I’m here for work.” I say, handing him my ID and I look around as he talks into his earpiece. There are people already waiting to get inside. It’s not seedy it looks like a reputable business from the outside, if that is what you can call it, especially when it is run by the Moretti’s.

He nods at me and I flash him a warm smile and say thanks as he lets me inside. I follow the corridor, which is black with silk drapes lining the walls. Red up-lighting fills the gaps in between the silk.

The corridor stops at a door. I knock on the door and it swings open to reveal a woman wearing nipple tassels and a thong. She looks me up and down before rolling her eyes. Rude bitch.

“You must be Bobbi-Jane. I’m Sarah, follow me.” She says and I follow her as I take it all in. There is a bar against the back wall, an open dance floor, with a stage further back complete with poles and cages hanging above the dance floor. There are booths around the perimeter of the dance floor.

There are stairs that lead up to another corridor and from what I have researched on the dark web, upstairs is where the real fun happens. Anything goes upstairs. Each room is different from the last, each has switchable privacy glass, so if you wanted to you could have people watching from the outside.

Each room is equipped with a bed and all manner of toys and accessories like paddles, whips, silk ties, leather cuffs, lubes, clamps, etc. You name it. It would seem they have it.

She leads me past the stairs to a door and opens it. “This is the changing room. You need to be quick so I can give you the tour and get your fine ass to work.” She says, and I smile at her.

“So you not from around here?” she asks as I begin to get my lack of clothes out of the bag and begin to strip down. I can’t be shy in this setting.

“No, ma’am. I’m from Troy, Alabama. You from around here, doll?” I ask as I stand in front of her as I pull on the fishnet stockings and pull on my black lace thong.

She eyes me curiously as I put on the bra that barely hides anything. Trying to keep the girls in this tiny piece of fabric will be tricky. I only hope that my nipple piercings don’t catch on the lace. But I can wrangle them in. I had them done last year. Don’t ask me why I couldn’t tell you. I woke up and thought it would be a great idea, as well as other piercings and tattoos. I’m not so innocent.

“I was born and raised here. I love your accent, it is so sexy. The men are going to be all over you. A real Southern bell.” She bites her lip as she watches me. I smirk at her as I bend forward and pull on the leather garter belt before I grab my boots and pull them on.

Once I’m ready and she gives her approval, she takes me on the tour, including upstairs. She points out the various different rooms and I nod as I take it all in.

“That is the boss’s office. Him and his brother run this place. They are both cool if you keep your head down and work.” She says and I look at the black door that says keep out in white lettering.

She takes me to the bar and shows me how to use the register and pretty much leaves me to it.

Working the room is easy, flirty banter and keeping the men and their guests happy as they watch the array of women on the stage.

Some men in the booths are being pleasured either by their dates or the women that work here, some are watching their dates being pleasured. It is a sight for sure, but whatever.

My job is to just bring them drinks and to chat if needs be and I am taking everything in. Just being here now, I could nail them. But I need more. I need everything that they have done. A few drugs charges won’t stick. I need something big.

Drugs are being sold and used in full view. I’m pretty sure I saw a man and a woman snort a line off the ass of one of the girls.

One asshole got handsy, but before security could intervene, I had already put him firmly in place. I didn’t threaten his life, but I did threaten his dick and he backed off.

After hours of working, my feet are killing me and my thong is so far up my ass, I can taste it. When I am walking back to the bar. I stumble slightly and before I can face-plant the bar. I’m grabbed and lifted up. With a yelp, I crash into a rock-hard chest.

“Easy, tiger.” My breath catches in my throat as I lock eyes with eyes that remind me of honey. His woodsy, spicy cologne engulfs me and my heart beats fast against my ribcage. As I look into the eyes of Antonio Moretti. Play it cool.

He smirks down at me as I notice the top three buttons of his shirt are undone and I can see the dark tattoos that peek through and up his throat. My ovaries are ready to burst and my vajayjay is pulsing to her own beat. Damn, he is fucking gorgeous, tall at least 6 foot 2. Dirty blonde hair that can be held as a girl grinds on his face. Stop it now, Teagan.

“Sorry sir, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I say, my southern drawl coming out thick, before I look back down when he chuckles as his fingers move under my chin and my head is tilted up.

“No worries, tiger. You are the new girl, right?” He raises an eyebrow as he licks his plump bottom lip and I gulp again, watching his tongue move.

“Yes, sir.” He moves his face closer to mine and I feel the hot breath against my ear.

“Call me Antonio, you are not from around here. Tell me, tiger, what is your name?” I move back from him and look into his honey coloured eyes. The eyes that I’m falling into. No, get it together, you horny mess. This man is your target.

“Bobbi-Jane Costello.” I say almost breathy, and he reaches for my cheek.

“Bellissimo.” He says and I shiver involuntarily and it is then I realise I’m in over my goddamn head. This man is dangerous, but oh so fine. His picture doesn’t do him justice. I’m going to die, I just know it.

Damn you Langton!