A Dance For The Mafia Boss

- From the first look -

Three years later,

Sweat dripping

Lights changing

Music beating

Dollars flying

Alcohol spilling

Smoke hovering

Wherever you look you see the same things: n***d girls, dancing on polls, people smoking and drinking, girls gathering dollar bills from the floor. It smelled s*x, liquor, and smoke everywhere.

I was already on stage with my very see-through white dress on, it was time for me to dance. I closed my eyes and gave myself to the beating, rising when it rises and kneeling when it downs. I didn't look at the horny men trying to grab me, I only focused on the music that beats through me.

My song was over, I opened my eyes and lowered them to the floor to grab the money they throw at me, I had to be quick before the next dancer comes.

I got down and went straight to my locker to put the money in the bag, then I got back, heading towards a table way in the back.

"That was quite a dance" Santiago stood there with a beer in his hands.

"Aim to please" I grabbed an untouched bottle of beer.

"Good, got eyes on the target?"

"Yup, target locked"

"Go show us your talent"

With one last sip from the beer, I went straight to the man needed.

It's been three years, working with Santiago and Rivera. We came to Miami two months ago for a new case. I wasn't exactly working with them, I just had to do what they asked for; if they want to put a bug in someone's house, I would do it. If they need documents, I would get them. If they want information I would be in the listen for them. It the price I had to pay for my freedom.

Only one more year and I'll be free.

I had managed to save a lot of money since I get to keep the stripping money, but anything else they would take but it's fine since they pay my rent and transportation.

It the least they can do since I practically put my head inside Lion's mouth for them.

I went to the man I was assigned for tonight, while talking and giving him a lap dance, I slipped a micro tracker inside his pocket.

"Hey, Ana" my house mom called me.

"Yeah" they don't know I work for the cops, of course, no one does. When she sees Santiago and Rivera, she doesn't suspect anything because they both don't really look like cops. They have to 'play the part' as they say.

"You got a dance in the VIP room"

I didn't really like rooms, but I had to do them because it's part of the job and they do get a lot of money.

"How long?"

"An hour," she said looking through her phone.

"A whole fu*king hour? Why?"

"Well I didn't exactly ask the guy, just go dance, and when you're tired open a bottle".

I didn't like this task and now I have to stay in a closed room with some guy I don't know for a whole f*cking hour and he might be a p*****t or a f*cked up.

I went to the room I was assigned, when I entered it was mostly black except for the little stage that had some red lights on and a poll.

I didn't really look at the man sitting on the leather sofa, I thought they will be more than one. With the corner of my eyes, I saw him adjusting himself to sit more comfortably.

I grabbed the poll and started dancing with my back facing him. I steadied myself and tuned while grabbing the poll to lift me off the floor. That's when my eyes locked with the eyes of the man in front of me.

It was dark with only the red lights on but his dark eyes shined differently. Cold dark, sinister eyes roaming over my body that had me stopping for a second to catch my breath.

I started getting closer to the man still unable to remove my eyes from his.

As I got closer I could see his face clearer, he was dark-haired with dark eyes and even black clothes, his hair was a little long and looked soft, he was undoubtedly handsome, so handsome I wondered what he was doing here.

A man like him wouldn't need to go to a strip club he can have them in his place if he wants to.

I got closer, dancing to the music in front of him but barely touching him.

After about fifteen minutes he mentioned for me to open the bottle next to him.

I poured him a glass.

"Sit" he ordered, his voice strong, commanding, and running through every fiber of your body.

I obeyed and sat but further away from him as I can manage.

This is not how it's supposed to go

I started panicking, but again I have an hour with this guy, and I can't dance for just the whole hour.

"What do they call you?" He said his English neat with a hint of accent hardly noticeable.

"I.. I'm Ana" he looked at me boring his eyes inside me putting pressure over my body.

"Just Ana or short for something else"

" It's short for Anastasia"

"You're from here?" He took a sip from his glass.

"Yes, well my mother was Russian my father is from here but I'm born and raised here" I find myself telling him, and wondering why I was even explaining, I might as well tell him how I found the body of my dead father.

"Ana" he called but I didn't answer. "You don't drink?" I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"I'll have a glass" I was going to say no but something about him made me not decline his offer.

I took a sip because I don't really like drinking much, I know it may sound weird to be a stripper and not drink or smoke but for me this is a job, I focus on getting the money so that one day when I'll be free again, I can live peacefully.

"You work only in this house?" He asked, I was interested to know why he was asking all these questions, is it just for the sake of conversation or does he want to know something?

"Mainly here but I visit other houses sometimes".

As he was about to speak the door swung open and a very big guy came through and what had my attention is the g*n in his hand.

I can never get used to guns.

"Diablo, time to go, ahora. la Casa's going down" the man sitting next to me stood up and was still sitting down not understanding what is going on.

"We have to go Hermosa," he told me. I stood up following them as we got out of the room, I wanted to go grab my back and meet with Santiago and Rivera.

But a hand grabbed me as I was making my way.

"No, vienes conmigo, you are coming with me".