The neon hum of Las Vegas strip never truly slept, but inside the Simpleson Strippers Clubhouse, the night was a different kind of alive. The air smelled of expensive bourbon, heavy cologne, and the faint, sweet, scent of smoke. Bass shook the floor, matching the frantic pulse of the wealthy men who came to lose their minds- and their fortunes in the shadows. To the roaring crowd, she was the star attraction. A vision in obsidian silk, moving with an effortless, hypnotic grace under the crimson spotlights. But beneath the stage name and the glamorous facade, she was Irridessa Walker. In the darkest corners of the Sin City underworld, they called her the Goddess Of Death. Irridessa didn't dance for tips. She danced for the leverage. As the most lethal asset for a ruthless Las Vegas underworld crimelord, call him the Kingpin it is what he is. Her stage was her perfect hunting ground. Her target tonight is her masterpiece, as she has been sent by her ruthless syndicate boss to permanently eliminate Drake Walker. In the darkest corner of the VIP section sat Drake Walker. He didn't blend into the shadows; he commanded them. The entire energy of the clubhouse will always be different with his presence. Drake didn't just have money; he possessed the kind of astronomical, gravity-pulling wealth that made trillionaires look ordinary. Draped in bespoke charcoal suit that screamed old money and absolute authority, he was breathtakingly handsome, completely out of place in a den of vice, and utterly untouchable. To the casual observer, he was just another rich man indulging a vice. But to anyone who knew the underworld his stillness was that of a predator waiting for something worth hunting. As the music slowed into heavy, sultry rhythm, Irridessa began her dance. It was masterfully provocative, a slow, intoxicating display of fluid movements that brought the entire room to a breathless standstill. She peeled back the layers of the costume with a mesmerizing, effortless grace, commanding every eye in the house. Yet her own gaze never drifted. Beneath the seductive practiced smile of a dancer lived the cold, razor- sharp focus of an executioner. Every bend of her spine, every glance over her shoulder, was calibrated for a single audience member in the back corner. Drake's eyes never left her. For the first time all evening, he leaned forward his dark gaze locked onto the deadly elegance of her movements. He didn't see just a beautiful woman stripping down to bare skin; he sensed the underlying gravity she possessed. There was an ancient, lethal rhythm to her that normal mortals couldn't perceive but it sang directly to his blood. When the final beat of the music dropped, Irridessa held his gaze through the haze of smoke. There was an intense calculating curiosity in his eyes that sent unfamiliar shiver down her spine. Drake signalled the club manager with a single, curt nod. A few muttered words and a stack of high denomination bills later, the velvet ropes were pulled back just for him. Stepping off the stage, Irridessa took a slow, grounding breath, masking her inner predator with that ame sultry smile. As the Goddess Of Death thought she had locked in her target, she didn't know what was ahead of her as she moved with him.Will that night be her last?Will it be a mission accomplished for her? Will things be going south after then? Find Out!!! WARNING: This book us full of danger, passion, mysteries and brutal twists.