The seedy strip club's neon lights bathed Guiseppe's sharp face in lurid color as he rolled up with his meathead crew. With a quick hand signal, he sent them to circle the joint inconspicuously.
Scanning around, Guiseppe noticed the disco flashy lights boldly portrayed " Welcome to Seventh Veil", displaying curvy strippers to lure customers deeper to its veils behind its walls. Still observing, he spotted a scrawny street kid lounging nearby. He curled his finger, beckoning the boy over. "Hey pipsqueak, ain'tcha a little young to be lurking around this joint?" he asked in a heavy Italian accent.
The kid shoved his grimy hands in his pockets arrogantly. "I ain't allowed inside, geezer. I'm just a punk kid tryin' to make ends meet."
Guiseppe nodded thoughtfully, scheming. "What do they call you, kid?" The boy jutted his chin out. "Name's Ace."
"I got a job for ya, Ace," Guiseppe said, peeling off some bills. "There's a secret exit here, right? Wait there with this burner phone. A guy called Nico might come through before dawn. Give him the phone, capisce?"
Ace swiped the cash greedily. As he turned to bolt, Guiseppe snapped his fingers. "Oh, one more thing. Bring me a 'dazzling bitch,' eh kid?" Ace smirked knowingly and scurried off towards the thumping club.
Minutes later, a bodacious blonde sauntered up, trailing a painted nail down Guiseppe's chest. "I hear a handsome devil desires my company tonight," she purred invitingly.
Guiseppe fanned out a wad of euros. "Keep these lips warm while I get some air, sweetheart. Think you can handle that?" She plucked the money from his grip. "Mmm I'll be your bitch alright," she winked.
Guiseppe squeezed her curves and whispered gruffly in her ear, "Go grab a sexy friend to join in the fun, eh dollface?" She sashayed back inside, hips swinging hypnotically.
Admiring the view, Guiseppe almost didn't notice his men melding into the shadows around the club's perimeter. He knew they had the place surrounded, unseen and dangerous as coiled serpents. "Perfect job." Guiseppe muttered to himself.
Guiseppe's blonde sashayed back in with a crazy hot friend in tow.
Guiseppe looked her up and down and let out an appreciative whistle - if he wasn't on a mission right now, he'd be tearing that body apart without thinking twice.
The babes sauntered over, hips swaying. They draped themselves over Guiseppe like vines, lips seeking to satisfy.
"Mmm, perfect," he grinned wolfishly, squeezing their curves before grabbing the new girl's arm and spun her around to check out the goods. "Madone! Get a load of those curves!" he exclaimed. He got serious and leaned in close, "Listen, doll, I got a job for ya." She batted her fake lashes attentively.
"In a few, some chump named Alex is gonna show up. He's meeting Nico here. When you see him, call his name. He'll play dumb, but keep at him. Tell him Nico got suspicious and changed the meet spot. He wants him to meet up at the new address, got it?"
The chick nodded, but Guiseppe wanted no confusion. "This is crucial, babe. Reel him in for me. Capisce? No screw ups." He slapped her ass hard and stuffed some euros down her top.
Turning to the other girl, Guiseppe flashed a devilish grin. "Now you get to work warming up the main attraction, sugar," he said with a wink. She licked her glossy lips and dropped to her knees eagerly.
The heavy bass from inside echoed out to the surrounding amidst the distant sounds of the disco music from the club as Guiseppe's hired hand wrapped herself around him eagerly. He threw his head back, groaning as she vied for position.
Out front, Guiseppe's goons stood sentry, ready to pounce on clueless Alex.
Inside his car down the block, Alex tapped down the wheel impatiently. 11:55PM. Time to roll. He opened the car door and stepped out calmly. He slipped a hand inside his coat, wrapping his fingers around the smooth grip of a .45.
Alex pulled up near the club, scoping out the scene. Some wasted bros getting nasty with a stripper, few bouncers smoking cigs - seemed chill. He got out and slammed the door, ready to meet up with Nico.
He was steps from the door when a hot babe called out his name. Alex kept walking, muttering "Keep walking, pal." But then she mentioned Nico. Alex whipped around, eyebrows raised. Before he could react, something hard cracked the back of his skull. Lights out for Alex.
One of Guiseppe's meatheads emerged from the shadows, dropping a blackjack next to Alex's limp body. He grunted into his radio, "The Brains' plan worked easy. Punk's down for the count."
Guiseppe was getting some bomb brain from blonde when his radio buzzed, a signal for mission done and dusted. Muttering to himself, "Looks like phase one was complete. Now for real fun."
"Sorry to cut this short, babe," Guiseppe said with a sly grin. He tucked a few extra bills into her g-string, after buckling his pants, dismissing her.
Out front, Guiseppe's men hoisted unconscious Alex into an idling SUV. Act natural - they were just some partiers loading up their plastered buddy to head home after a wild night.
Once Alex was secured in the backseat, the driver peeled off casually into the night.
Watching them drive off, Guiseppe chuckled quietly. That moron Alex made it too easy. Poor bastard had no idea what was coming. But he was simply a bait to lure Nico".
Turning, he headed for the club's entrance, ready for action. He buzzed another group of his men, "I hope you followed the boy?"