Entangled With The Mafia Boss

“Do you know what he looks like?”. “No. Rumor has it that he always has a mask on whenever he’s out. No one knows what he looks like. He’s….. A mysterious person which makes him extremely dangerous”. “Any suspects? You got to have suspects, right?”. “No suspects. We have no clue who he is that’s why I said he’s mysterious. We investigated every rich person in the state, people we suspected got their wealth through illegal means”. “And?”. “Nothing. They were all cleared”. “So, how am I to infiltrate the organization when I have no idea who their Don is? We know nothing about the Don or even the organization. Every time you’re close to getting them they always end up slipping through your fingers”. “That’s why we’re sending you there as an undercover agent to unmask the Don and bring him to book”. “This is the organization that not only slip through your fingers but brutally murders people, leaving no evidence behind except their symbol; a freaking skull burnt to the chests of their victims and yet you expect me to act as an undercover agent with barely any information on the organization”. “We don’t have a choice! This Mafia organization has slipped through our fingers for long enough. No more. It’s high time we bring it down for good. They can’t go on with their crimes!”. The Director slams his palms on the oak wood desk. “Okay then. But why me? There are so many women here, women more beautiful than me, women that will definitely sweep the Mafia Don off his feet. So why me? Is it because I’m disposable?”. “No. None of my agents are disposable”. “Then why?”. “You’re the only one here without any family or close friends. If you die, you won’t be missed”. “Ouch! Would have preferred being told I’m disposable”. “I apologize”. “Save it Director, I really don’t need it. Neither do I need your pity. You know what I find crazy, it’s the fact that you know there’s a possibility that I might die but you still have the guts to send me undercover. You know what, the answer is no. I suggest you go find a suicide maniac who’s ready and willing to die for your cause!”. She gets up to walk away but pauses in her tracks when the Director calls her name. “ANDREA! It wasn’t a request”. “What? Are you shitting me right now?!”. “Language!”. “Don’t language bullshït me! You’re ordering me to my death? Really? What about my rights?! You can’t do this to me!”. “The decision is final Andrea except you decide to pull out from the FBI and we both know you need the job. So please have your seat and let’s talk like two mature adults”. Andrea scowls but still sits. The Director is right about one thing, I do need this job. The pay isn’t much but it’s something and I also enjoy helping people but this… Acting as an undercover agent in a Mafia organization known for their brutality, is over the top. Deep down though, I know shutting down the organization will save the lives of so many people. “Will I have an increment in my pay check at least?”. “I’ll work something out, now let’s discuss on how you’re going to infiltrate the organization. On a general note, Mafia organizations are very careful with the kind of people they let into their midst and they find it difficult to trust so it might take a while before they trust you”. “That actually depends on if they let me into their midst”. “Do not interrupt me until I ask for your opinion. Let me finish speaking”. The Director snaps. She zips her mouth with her fingers and pretends to toss the key away. The Director sighs exasperatedly. “You’re to do anything and by anything, I mean anything at all to be allowed in their midst and to get their trust. I have a personal question to ask you Miss Peters. Are you a virgin? And if no, how experienced are you in séx?”. “What the fück?! Don’t tell me you actually expect me to sell my body?!”. “As I said, you are to do anything to get his attention and his and his men’s trust and if that means having to sell your body then….. Now please answer me the question. I promise you, whatever you say in this room stays in this room. It’ll be like we never had this conversation”. She stares at the Director in undiluted horror. Sell her body? Her? How could she possibly do that?! “No, I am not a virgin. I only did it once so I’m not…. Experienced. I only know just the basics”. “With whom did you do it with?”. “How is that important?!”, She snaps. “I have to be sure this person won’t come out of the blues and then end up ruining things”. “You have nothing to worry about, nothing’s going to get ruined because he’s….. He’s dead”. “My apologies”. She rolls her eyes. “Get on with it Director”. “You’ll also be injected with a birth control substance. We don’t want any surprises and also ensure to remember to use protection if it gets to that point. Also, all your records will be wiped from the database everywhere and a new identity will be created for you. Here”. He hands a brown envelope which she collects with suspicion. “What’s this?”. “Your new identity and records”. “Elizabeth Morton? I hate that name!”. “Too bad. Andrea Peters doesn’t exist anymore, she never existed. Now, you’re Elizabeth Morton, born in Houston, Texas. You grew up in an Orphanage and when you were finally able to stand on your own two feet, you moved here, to New York to start a fresh. You work at the Casablanca Club”. “The Casablanca Club?! Isn’t that like the most expensive club in New York?!”. “It is”. “Why there?!”. “We found out a masked man booked a seat there”. “You mean he went there personally to book a seat?!”. “No. He booked a seat under the name, ‘The Masked Man’”. “Can’t you guys, I don’t know, raid the place and arrest him?!”. “We can’t. We have no evidence against him. Just because he has a mysterious persona doesn’t mean he’s a ‘criminal’”. “I see. So basically I’m not only going undercover to unmask him but to also gather incriminating evidence against him and his organization”. “Yes”. “What’s the name of the organization?”. “We don’t know. To us the organization is known as Mafia X. Whatever their name is, it’s only known within their circle”. “I’m willing to bet ‘skull’ is in the name”. “So as I was saying, you’ll be working there as a server and I was also able to make it so that you’d be the one to serve him. Do whatever you can. Engage him in a conversation, get him drunk if you have to”. “For someone who has been able to evade the FBI countless times, I doubt he’ll be stupid enough to be deceived by a mere server”. “Just do whatever you can. Once you become an undercover agent, you’ll be restricted from contacting anyone in the FBI”. “But what if I need help? What if I’m in danger?”. “You’re only allowed to call the FBI when you’ve gathered enough evidence to bring down the organization and lock them all up for many, many years”. “So I’m basically like a Sheep being led to the slaughter house”. “I’m sorry Andrea”. “We both know you aren’t”, she snorts. “I wish you all the best Andrea and…. Don’t die”. Saying that, the Director walks out of the office, leaving Andrea to stare at the brown envelope with mixed feelings. “Elizabeth Morton”, she whispers. “What a stupid name”. Night of the same day…. Andrea pushes the door to the Casablanca Club; showing her ID to the bouncers before walking in. The Club is beautifully decorated with top-notch decorations. Blaring lights here and there and crazy jams being played by the DJ. The place is already filled, mostly with men. The women there are either the servers or strippers. Men of different kind are there. Old, young, fat, slim, bulky, pot bellied and the perfectly shaped men. She walks up to the manager and shows him her ID. He nods and directs her to one of the servers who gives her the servers outfit and shows her to the changing room. After changing, Andrea scowls at her reflection in the mirror. The dress is so short with a really low neck it leaves nothing to the imagination and the shoes so high, it would take a miracle for her to walk out of the changing room. Her bööbs look like they’re trying to bust free from the extremely tight tube and not to boast, her bööbs are quite big. If she bends low, parts of her butt cheeks will show. “This is humiliating”, she whispers to her reflection. “We never should have signed up for this. We should have just quit. We would have found a job somewhere else”. She sighs and tries to pull the dress down but it’s of no use. With a groan, she walks out of the room and luckily for her being a heel kind of girl, she walks out with ease and gracefully. She picks up a serving tray, acting like she’s also serving and at the same time, looking out for the masked guy. After an hour of non stop serving and then getting harassed by a pot bellied customer, the masked man finally walks in. And flanking him are six extremely huge men armed to the teeth. I can’t imagine crossing a guy like this. The masked man himself isn’t small. He’s basically as tall and huge as his guards. Don’t even know why he bothered having guards when he can probably take down an enemy all by himself. Andrea waits for the masked man to settle down first before cat walking up to him with the serving tray in hand. She’s never seduced a guy before and she hopes she doesn’t mess it up. “Hi handsome. What will you like to have this evening?”. She licks her lips and gently nibbles on her lower lip. She can’t see his expression because the i***t wore sunglasses over the mask to hide his eyes. He really is mysterious. “Handsome?”, She calls again, this time unsure of herself. If she hadn’t been looking, she wouldn’t have seen the slight twitch of his mouth. So unnoticeable that she actually thought she made it all up. The masked man whispers something into the ear of one of his guards. “He wants the regular”. “The… The regular? I’m sorry I have no idea what it is. You see, I just started working here”. The masked man whispers something into the same guard’s ear again. “He said someone else should serve him then”. “You know, it won’t take up to five seconds to say what your damn regular is!”, She snaps. Then realizing what she said, she covers her mouth, her eyes widening in fear. “I’m…. I’m so sorry. I didn’t… It… It just came out, I swear!”. Great job Andrea! You haven’t even spent a day in this undercover job and you’ll already be murdered. Great job!. The masked man’s lips curl up into a smirk and Andrea swallows a huge gulp of saliva. “Is there a problem here?”, The Manager asks in his Russian accent. “No problem”. The guard who was whispered to by the masked man, replies. “Good, good. Would you like me to bring someone for you? I have new and fresh girls and I promise they’ll give the maximum satisfaction you deserve”. “I want her”. The masked man says, nodding his head at Andrea. His voice sounds husky, rough and unnatural. Damn! He’s wearing a voice enhancer to disguise his real voice!. Hold up! Did he say he wants me?! For what?! “Her?”, The Manager asks, a bit shocked and unsure. “But she’s new here. She might not be experienced”. “I don’t care. I want her”. “But… But she’s just a server”, the Manager argues. “Do as our boss says if you still want this building standing!”. One of the guard growls threateningly. His face mere inches from the Manager’s. “Alright, alright! You can have her but that will cost you extra”. Seriously?! He’s just going to agree, to sell me?! How dare he!! “Money is not a problem. The same room as usual”. The Manager nods and walks away, leaving her surrounded by really huge and scaring looking men. I regret accepting this job and not quitting when I had the chance more and more. The Masked man and his guards get up from their seats and make their way up the stairs. They don’t say a word to me but I know I’m to follow them. Saying a silent prayer, she follows them up.