I walked out of the dungeon and came in contact with Trina dragging an injured half-naked bodyguard, she stopped her journey to where ever she was going and looked at us up and down and said, "Wow you guys look amazing", we thanked her and asked her why she was dragging a bodyguard. She looked at us and sighed before muttering, "This guy over here was working for the Alejandro crime family so of course this only results in one thing", she said looking down at the bodyguard who had no toes or fingers or ears. He sure did have a lot coming for him but he deserved it and I didn't care so we left. She was probably going to cut his body up and send the different body parts to the mafia group as a warning. And with that last thought, we made our way into the limousine outside and mentally prepared ourselves for what was to come until we arrived at the club. There was going to be a lot of hot, sweaty, stinky, bodies around and on top of that, there was going to be a lot of bloodsheds. And I was prepared.
It was hard at first but we got in with Irene's miraculous seducing and amazing knife skills. All she did was roam her hands over their bodies, distract them with her dirty whispers and jab her knife in the place where the sun doesn't shine. Irene nodded her head to one of our bodyguards instructing him to take the lifeless bodies away from sight. The nightclub was rainbow lights and the sort of beats that revved up the soul.
That intoxicating primal need for others, to move and experience joy as one, separate and joined, that's what the nightclub was all about. But it most definitely wasn't what I was all about, I just wanted all of this to end so I could go home to my bed and just stuff my face with the sexiest food ever but that wasn't going to happen just yet. Not when I had my target in sight and all I had to do was drug him and get all the information I need from him and maybe even kill him. I couldn't do that just yet either. I needed more than just information from him.
"Target is in sight Sage and Elora make you're way further into the club as soon as Irene finishes business with the security guard outside the VIP booth", Brittany said into the earpiece and both me and Sage nodded to that. She could see us clearly due to her hacking in into all the cameras that surrounded this club so there was no need to reply. By Irene finishing business she just meant after she distracts the security guards letting both me and Sage make our way slowly in to the VIP section leaving Ada all alone in the public section of the club where her two targets where.
And so we moved forward swiftly and quickly, me and Sage making fake conversation whilst to fit in and to look more normal because we weren't normal. We were wearing prosthetic body suits facial features and wigs. We looked like the strippers that were originally dead in order for this mission to actually happen and it was absolutely crazy, the exact opposite of normal. The exact opposite of what we were supposed to be.
We saw Irene give us a thumbs up as she dragged an eager security guard to a room in the corner of the lounge. We made our way down the stairs that lead us into the section we anticipated to enter. "Do you think this mission will be a success?", Sage whispered to me as we made our way into the booth finally sitting down. Was this mission going to be a success? I didn't know the answer to that. I looked at her straight in the eye and tilted my head furrowing my eyebrows thinking and finally nodded. "This mission will be a success. We put so much effort in from wearing prosthetic bodies that look exactly like the dead strippers to being just a few metres away from our wanted target.That wasn't all for nothing so yes. This mission will be a success" .I confirmed confidently looking at Sage's tense body relax finally.
The truth was I didn't know if this mission was going to be a success or not. We just had to wait and find out and so we did patiently staring into each other eyes, lost, not even speaking but just communicating with our eyes. That came to an abrupt end when Yeri whispered into my earpiece, "Three men dressed in black are making their way towards you from behind Sage". Me and Sage put our little staring contest to an end and straightened ourselves before being approached by none other than the men we warned were going to come to us. I quickly moved a few strains of my hair away from the camera-earing that I was wearing so it could clearly record each and every action of these men. One of them put their veiny hand on Sage's shoulder and ogled at her thirstily as if she was a four-course meal and dessert. Well, even though she didn't look like her true self but the dead stripper she aimed to look like, there was no doubt that she still didn't look gorgeous, whether it was the dead stripper or her.
Sage slapped his dirty hand of her shoulder and pushed past him as she stood up. "I hate men", she muttered under her breath as I followed her from behind leaving the three men at the table we once were sat in.
"Same", I said as I followed her, I hated men but there was one man in my life that I didn't hate. I should've hated him but the issue was I knew who he was from the start I could've avoided him from the start but I never. I only had myself to blame.
"Did my men annoy you ladies?", said a husky voice from behind me. It was him. The devil. The man I wanted to bury alive naked with snakes. That was going to happen but just not now. I turned around with Sage and looked the man that stood across from me.
His eyes, a pool of jet black ink, held a stare more threatening than a tiger. A thin paper cigarette hung from his lower lip, and a tiny trail of smoke flew from the corner of his mouth to the ceiling above us. A pistol lay loosely in one hand, his finger softly pressing against the trigger, sending a bullet millimetres away from my face and a bang ringing on the wall behind me and onto the wall behind me with a bang that echoed throughout the room. His eyebrow raised in amusement at our reaction; nothing, not a flinch, not a single damn thing.
"I wanna hear you guys scream", he smirked as he looked at us up and down eye-fucking us as he put his gun in his lower left pocket on the dirty grey jeans that hung loosely on his fat waist. For a Mafia man who constantly went on missions, tortured and killed humans he surely was not in good shape.
"Wouldn't it be better if we had a few drinks and you could potentially hear us scream under you later", Sage said as she trailed her finger down his pot-shaped belly.
We were disgusted, he had a kid and a wife what even gave him the idea of fucking a stripper over his wife? Poor her. He looked at Sage up and down and said, "What's your name redhead?" "Angel", she answered smiling at him cutely. I knew she was trying her best to keep it together. I'm sure all she wanted to do was cut off the hand that was on her ass that belonged to the mafia boss she was sitting on and shove it down throat. I looked at him and smirked, "And what about you?" he asked me. "Arabella", I answered whilst I looked at him spreading his fat legs as he patted his other thigh for me to sit on. I sighed heavily before making my way towards him. His thighs weren't the ones I wanted to sit on. I wanted to sit on Antonio's thighs. His son.
Boy was this going to be one hell of a night? I thought to myself before letting his dirty hands toy with me. Well not exactly me seeing as I was wearing a fake body and I was grateful .Very grateful.