Lola

My name is Bliss Carver. I lived in the small town of Heilson for most of my life. Well that was until I was around 16 and my father made us move to San Francisco. I knew who he was. He never hid it from me. Despite it being untraditional, as I am a female, I became his successor. I dont have any siblings so its not like he could pass on the business to anyone else in the family. I didnt mind. I always enjoyed my training from a young age. Maybe that says there is something wrong with me but I really dont care. My dad was always the overprotective one. We only lived in Heilson because he wanted us protected, me and my mom. He was often gone for business and only his best friend ever knew us. Joshua was his name. He and my father died together. To protect my identity, so I could live normal and freely, my father had always made me wear a black face mask and a hoodie. He called me Lola around the Mafia and the members. He told me it was the name of his pet fish when he was young. It was only fitting as the nickname he gave me was Guppy. He never called me Bliss unless he was angry at me. He said she was a sweet little fish but she was fierce and protective as well. No one else knows that story of course, they all just think Lola is my name. I like my life. Im relatively happy most of the time. I work a lot more now that my father has passed. He died on June 10th, 3 years ago, on my 18th birthday. It was hard on me because he was the only thing I loved and cared for in this world, but its okay. His death simply meant I had no more attachments, and in my world, attachments are dangerous, they are a weakness that can be used against you. I never cared for my mother just as she never cared for me. She never wanted me, so she was never around. No emotional attachments there, I just had to raise myself when dad was away. I've been called heartless, a monster, devil, you name it I've probably been called it. But that's the mafia world. Im still quite cold myself but I know how to fake emotions so no one catches on. My best friend and right hand man, Dexter Heinz, knows my true identity, but he knows that I'd kill him in a heartbeat if he gave me a reason to. Dex is probably the only person that could talk me out of doing something but he knows it isn't a smart thing to do. He is or rather was the son of Joshua, which is why he knows my true identity. We grew up together and he is like a little brother to me. Dex is only 19, so he is just starting out in the business. I wouldn't let him join until I was sure he was ready, not that he hasn't been training since he was 12. I started training at 6 and integrated into taking over the mafia at 16. I needed to learn how to handle things when I took over at 18. Unfortunately, my taking over came about earlier than anticipated because my father was murdered by one Cole Marshall. Joshua got caught in the crossfire trying to protect father. Cole was just an assassin. They didn't know about the next leader, so he paid no mind to the young girl that witnessed the assassination. It was fine to me as I was already pretty much leading the mafia. But I did love my father. I didn't cry for him when I saw him lying in a pool of his own blood. He should've been stronger and not have let it happen. Nonetheless my heart died that night, as did Cole Marshall. I put a bullet between his eyes after finding out who hired him. The Guiloz family. Those bastards don't know what they started. Nothing has happened since then. I have been planning my move carefully. In the last 3 years my family rose to the top of the food chain and everyone fears the name Lola when they hear it. Guiloz probably didn't expect to have created such a monster from their foolish decision. Well they probably thought they could kill father and take over. After all, no one knew that the great Maxwell Kent had a successor. I smirk at the thought really. Fools, all of them. Kent wasn't fathers real last name. It was Carver, but as far as anyone else knew, it was Kent. Another measure to keep his family safe. There have been many challenges and attempted assassinations, but they all die when they try. Im ruthless and I don't take kindly to being underestimated or seen as weak just because I have boobs and a v****a. Only stupid people try to challenge me now. Sometimes I don't even think they are worth wasting a bullet on, so instead I take them to my torture chamber and have a little fun with them. Hell I've actually spared some lives. Mostly assassins that don't wish to die but they need the payday so they oh so willingly betray those who sent them and join my mafia. Freelance assassins have even signed on. A consistent pay even if you haven't been assigned a job to do? Who the hell wouldn't sign up for that? I'd say I give a pretty great deal, so long as you don't betray me or piss me off. It's funny, I have all the power in the world, yet this is what I do in my free time. 21 year old Bliss Carver going by Quinn at the Sugar Babies Strip Club. What is with me and the alternate personas? In all technicality, I own the club, but I have Dex running it for starting out in the Mafia. Its nothing dangerous so he should handle it well. No one knows that its owned by the Kiax family, my family. The Guiloz boys come here often, so I made sure that no one knew who truly owned the club. I had Dex hire me as Quinn Zalimir. I love dancing honestly. It clears my mind and its fun as f**k. I've noticed that Dallas Xanadu, the next leader of Guiloz, comes in a lot and watches me dance. I know, because he only comes when the schedule has me, or well Quinn, on it. I have come to the club when I wasn't scheduled, but he is never there. It amuses me that the pretty boy has a crush. On me of all people! Ha! Dallas is my age. I pity him, he should've taken over years ago. But his father is a stingy old bastard that refuses to give over his mafia. It simply shows that he does not trust his son in the slightest. It works in my favor though, because I'm going to take over his Mafia and merge it with mine after I kill him. Dallas wont be able to do anything about it, he hasn't been trained to take over. Their men wont want to take me or my mafia on either, so in the end ill win. My spies tell me that Dallas is smarter than he seems and that he is a trained assassin, but im not worried about it. When I dance, the main thing on my mind nowadays is usually 'do I kill Dallas?' I really don't know if I should bother killing him. Plus he is a good customer. He tips extremely well. I cant gauge him, even when we are alone. Mostly because all he does is stare at me and try to hide his hard on. Its cute but also creepy. Right now, im sat at the bar. I just finished a dance and im just sitting here in a bra and a pair of really short and tight shorts that shape my ass all too nicely. I nodded to Bailey, the bartender, and he started to make me a drink. Dallas decided to approach and sit next to me, waving his hand to Bailey for another glass of scotch on the rocks it looked like. Bailey glared and I nearly laughed, oh Dallas either has some balls or a death wish. I watched Bailey roll his eyes then he gave us both our drinks. Dallas took a large gulp from his, that I could literally hear, then he turned to me. "So... Quinn... Any chance I can get a private dance?" He smirked, the alcohol giving him courage and confidence. I simply took a sip of my drink, not bothering to look at him. "Mm I like this one Bails. And since when do I do private dances?" I glanced at Dallas and giggled a little at the stupid expression on his face. He shook his head and pouted. "Oh come on Q, just this one time? For me? You know ill pay well." I snorted a little and rolled my eyes, "Private dances get too handsy for my liking. Its why I don't do them." I stared at Dallas for a moment before continuing. "You'd be one of them. I can tell." I nod gesturing to the quite noticeable bulge in his pants making him blush and cover himself, stuttering for words. This made me laugh. I stood up, grabbing my drink. "Tell you what Dallas, you get Dexter to allow you to have a private dance with me and I'll give you your private dance. Just me and you, not even any bouncers." I smirked, winked, and blew him a kiss before turning and walking away. I didn't miss the fact that he was staring at my ass, or that he was nearly drooling by the time I walked away. It amused me to flirt with him and tease him. I do it to most customers that approach me, but I never give private dances. I made my way to the back, where the private rooms and Dex's office were located. I walked in the office, not caring if Dex was with anyone. "Hey Dex" I walked over and gave him a hug. He hugged back and said, "Hey Babes, whats up? You done?" I rolled my eyes at his nickname for me and punched his shoulder. He doesn't like the multiple identities so he just calls me Babe or Babes. "Yea I know you're totally in love with me and all but cool it with the Babes okay?" We both laughed, of course he knew I was joking. "Anyway, yea im done tonight. Im just gonna chill out in PR7. Oh and Dallas wants to try to convince you to allow a private dance from me." I smile and shake my head knowing thats an impossible task. Dex is overprotective of me and was all too happy when I quit giving private dances. Dex scoffed and rolled his eyes before getting up and walking to the door. "If you say yes you know where I'll be!" I shouted after him and giggled to myself, knowing he was irritated. Big baby. I walked out the office and went to private room 7. It was one of our 2 soundproof private rooms. I sent the bouncer guarding the door away and went inside to relax. Its rare that we use these rooms because anything could happen in them. The stripper has to consent and be paid a hefty amount if they were to use one of these rooms. Now that I think of it, it sounds a lot like prostitution... Oh well, like I said, its rare these rooms get used. Most times its the strippers choice if they want to use the room, its only been done on a clients behalf once. And I believe that he simply got more touchy than normal and he paid her to give him a massage. A back massage? I don't remember, it wasn't that s****l though. He was a good customer. Unfortunately I had to kill him for other reasons but oh well, its the past. I relaxed in the room, drinking my drink and letting my body calm down. I was still kinda tense from my last dance. I wonder how things are going with Dallas...