Gino Ricci! Carl Riccis older brother, didn't spend a lot of time at the club. He spent most of his nights working out at the private gym of his apartment building. Luckily for me he always worked out alone from 11pm to 12am. It had only been a week since his brothers body was found in an alley on south side about two miles from the club, outside the building of a girl that worked at Lions den. His death raised no suspicion. It looked like a mugging in a bad part of town where that kind of thing was not uncommon and everyone knew he liked to stalk the woman from the club.
Gino was always the quiet shy type, that rarely went out, and never broke his routine except for the night of the funeral. That was the only night he went out drinking with a bunch of Santinos goons. By the next day he was right back at it. I waltzed in to the gym making a beeline for the treadmill like I owned the place. He was working on reps facing the mirror watching my ass that was on clear display through the thin capri leggings I was wearing. The wall in front of me was also mirrored. I watched him watching me and offered a flirtatious smile.
Like the typical macho man wanting to show off, he moved to the benches starting off with a little more than he usually does. After a few reps he added more weight. He was strong I admit, but I could tell he was beginning to tire, this was Grams cue. The lights went out and with in seconds the sound of the bar hitting his chest echoed in the darkness as he gasped for air.
When the lights came back on Gram was pushing down on the bar inches from Ginos throat. I straddled his chest and leaned on the bar staring down at his red face as he struggled with 275lbs of weight on his chest.
Gino: What the fuck.
Rylee: I thought you would have been a little more difficult than your brother. But I guess weakness and stupidity runs in the family.
Gino: You killed my brother?
I simply offered a knowing smile as my confession.
Gino: You fucking bitch. I'll kill you.
He seethed through his teeth as his face turned brighter red. I took out my family photo.
Rylee: You already did once.
He gave the same shocked look as his brother did.
Gino: This can't be real. You're fucking dead.
Rylee: We won't be making the same mistake you did. Say hello to your brother and uncle Benny for me.
I pinched a thin layer of skin on the inside of his arm causing his hand to slip away from the bar. I grab his fingers, quickly twisting till his pinky joint popped. In reaction to the pain he instinctively reached with his other hand in some sort of attempt to coddle his dislocated finger. Stupid is as stupid does. Gram allowed the bars full weight to roll from Ginos chest crushing his windpipe. I leaned over him still applying weight to the bar and watched as the bulging veins in his neck stopped pulsating.
Blood Pooled in the corner of his eyes. The crunching sound in his throat beneath the weight provided me the satisfaction that he was good and dead.
Even though his death looked like and was treated as an accident. I would have to put some distance between this and the next target. Michael Lombardi. The higher up the chain I go the more suspicious their deaths will become. Michael wasn't a blood relative but he was Bennys best friend and one of the two men who killed my mother and little brother. He spent a lot of time at the Lions den in the platinum member VIP. Not that he couldn't go to the gold by right of association but, he preferred the girls that served the Platinum. They were usually way to eager to please with the thought of getting to the gold level.
I was about to get my opportunity to finally move up to VIP and become one of his favorite girls. Apparently the last girl to serve Michael ended up with a busted lip for slapping him when he tried to finger her. The lower level was no touch just dancing and serving. Platinum was touching and lap dances but no penetration of any kind. That was suppose to be reserved for the gold level. But again most girls would do anything to reach the gold. Not all but most. That last girl wasn't one of them I guess.
My first night wasn't that big of a deal. I had dealt with worse. A lap dance for him and his friend. Some groping of my boobs and sniffing of my hair. That was the typical of the platinum level. The second night he was acting jealous of his friend. His brows pinched together as his jaws ticked while he watched me twirling my hips against his friends hardening cock with my shoulders pressed against his chest.
Michael suddenly yanked me by my arm off his friend, forcing me down on his hardened member. Digging his fingers into my hips as he started to dry hump me. The friend stood in protest but quickly left at the sight of Michaels gun being pointed at him. With the gun put away he slipped his hand around my throat pulling me back against his chest. His other hand slithered from my hip to my mound over my platinum club panties. My skin crawled with disgust as he slipped his hand to the inside of my panties and inserted a finger.
My body went rigid as his other hand squeezed my throat tighter. I was going to have to blow my cover and take this fucking asshole out right now. But I couldn't do that. There was too much at stake. I took a deep breath closing my eyes and imagined different ways I would kill him. It allowed me to relax a little and play my part till he threw me off of him quickly grabbing for tissue.
After he cleaned himself, he slipped a few hundreds in my bra before waving me out of the room. By my next shift a week later he requested for me to serve him in one of the gold level private rooms. This usually meant anything goes for the right price. Luckily even a bar as sleazy as the Lions den they had rules.
No matter who you were or how much you were willing to pay, sex had to be consensual. Forms were filled out in advance along with health exam information and clean testing. If a girl marked down no sex the customer was not allowed to enforce it. A lot of the people who rented private rooms had BDSM kinks and got off by torture and play more than the actual act of sex. Tonight was about to provide me with another way to easy kill.
Michael was sitting on the edge of a canopy bed in a white suit shirt half way un buttoned. His grey suit jacket was laying neatly next to him as he waved a finger for me to enter. He was skinny, with slick black hair graying on the sides, showing his aging, and he had dark vindictive eyes that gleamed with perversion. He stood all but 5 inches to my 5'5". looking down at me with a predatory smirk as I approached, grabbing my chin and kissing my lips with force.
Michael: I have to admit I was a little disappointed you marked no consent to sex. But I have plenty of other ways you can pleasure me for now.
There was a leather strap with a loop tied to the top of the canopy that he brought down around his neck. I smiled all too cheerfully as I realized he was one of those.
Michael: Down on your knees. I've been dying to feel that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.
Rylee: That's apart of my no consent to sex. No oral or other. But I can do wonders with my hands.
He gave a grimacing look but I defused the situation by quickly undoing his pants, slowly and torturously rubbing his shaft with my fingers. His body went slack as his noose tightened. By the time his hour was up he was a feen starving for more, demanding I go home with him. I tried to play the I have a boyfriend card.
Rylee: I told you for the same reason I won't have sex oral or other. I have a boyfriend.
That made him laugh before grabbing my face. I forced fake tears making him think he was hurting me.
Michael: Then why are you here?
Rylee: Keeping a nice apartment in Manhattan and going to school costs a lot of money.
Michael: All the more reason for you to go home with me. I'll make it worth your while.
Rylee: I'm sorry but this is where I have to draw the line.
He kisses my lips hard before shoving me away.
Michael: Same time tomorrow.
I turned quickly suppressing the smile on my face. There wouldn't be a tomorrow for you.
After my shift I followed my routine back to my apartment. After a shower and a quick change of cloths Gram and I made our way into Michaels apartment in the upper east side. Where to no surprise we found a special hidden kink room.
Gram: What the fuck.
The walls where covered in red velvet. There was one wall with a rack of whips, chains, ropes, cuffs and what not. There was a bench with all sorts of costumes, a cabinet with an endless supply of dildos and lubes. One wall was set up with a tv and video camera, and there was a leather chair covered in multiple straps including a noose at the top and a built in vibrator. With a push of a button on the side the vibrator pushes up out of the seat.
Rylee: I knew he was into kink but damn this place has more sex toys than some of the private gold rooms.
Gram let out a grunt. He hated the idea of me working at that place. I never gave him details of things I had to do and he never asked. He didn't have to.
These guys have made it way to easy. To our advantage Michael came home plastered. Not that Gram couldn't easily take him. We waited for him to stumble out of his clothes and pass out on his bed.
Gram carried his drunk naked ass into the kink room and plopped him in the leather chair strapping his legs and arms down. I placed a blind fold and a mouth gag for good measure. Once the leather noose was cinched tightly around his throat Michael began to stir awake. I pushed the button on the side of the seat raising the dildo. He tried to avoid the un lubed piece of plasticI from penetrating his ass, but Gram held his shoulders down forcing him to take it.
It didn't take long for him to harden with pleasure with the sound of girls moaning from the porno playing on the tv. Gram cinched the noose tighter, but in his drunken stupor he seemed to have no idea what was really going on.
Till I ripped off the blind fold and stood before him with my family picture in hand. I removed the gag but no words were needed. He knew who I was. Gram twisted the noose in his fists as we watched Michael succumb to what looked like the natural death of self asphyxiation. Another perfect accident.
The whole way home Gram was on edge. I knew it was bothering him, thoughts of what I do at the club. What I've had to do with men like Michael, but he remained silent. After a long hot shower I settled into bed with my tablet going over the last weeks surveillance's.
Anthony Romano Vincent Santinos right hand man. The second shooter that shot me and Gram and all our other guards that where near or had attempted to come to our aid.
Michaels death was going to raise suspicion. It was to the T a perfect freak accident but with three of Santinos men all dead with in a month, people would start questioning if they were accidents at all. I still had four main targets left and surely security would double around Vincent. This meant there would be more casualties, but my biggest fear was coming face to face with Dante. He was keeping a very low profile since his return. We had only seen him once leaving the hospital and once leaving Mr. Santinos house after he was discharged from the hospital and put on bed rest with round o'clock medical care. Would he remember me. Would he forgive me.
There was a tap on the hidden door in the wall between my bed and closet.
Gram: You decent?
Rylee: Yeah, come in.
He looked worried as he took a seat next to me on the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees. He looked away and stared up at the wall.
Rylee: Gram?
Gram: I'm breaking my own rules allowing my self to get emotional but I can't help it. Seeing that room knowing what type of guy he was?
He sniffed shaking his head.
Gram: Staying focused on the training and treating you like any other foot soldier was my way of not facing the heart ache. But Losing your family was like losing mine a second time. Your father was like a brother and I love you like a daughter. So it should come as no surprise that it is killing me thinking about what you're being subjected to at that place. No good father in his right mind would allow you to continue.
I sat up grabbing his hand.
Rylee: You've been like a father to me! A good one and I love you as such. But this is what you trained me for.
Gram: I know, but I can't have you working the club anymore! Things are going to get more dangerous. I know you want to do this face to face revenge but Rylee!!
He looks my way with tears in his blood shot eyes.
Gram: I have no fucking clue what I would do if I lost you too.
I lean against his back wrapping my arms around him in a hug.
Rylee: You won't lose me Gram. I will quit The Lions den as soon as Michaels death blows over. Till then I need to keep an appearance to avoid suspicion.
He puts a hand on my forearm giving it a little squeeze and nods.
Gram: You're too smart for your own good Rylee.
He stands, kissing my forehead before retreating back to his room.
I would be at a loss with out you too. I whispered to myself.