Temptress

10 - Harry | Risk

This also sucked because this place was a very famous point in the city and some people knew who I was because of my father, his clients attended the strip club like it was weekend golf.

I never tried to hide my face to shy away from anything. I had nothing to be afraid of, I wasn't like Cleo... only a handful of people knew what she looked like because she worked silently and she didn't draw attention to herself, but she left a nice trail of corpses behind. They knew her name, that was for sure. And that was enough.

She was very reserved, it took me two fucking years to run into her again, not even Zayn had seen her before.

Yeah, I was still thinking about her more than I should, that hadn't changed.

I was on my second bottle of vodka, smoking a bit of weed before I decided to move on to something stronger. It was my birthday and I planned on getting very much wasted so I could have another reason to avoid my father's calls in the morning.

He was supposed to be back tomorrow from England, and he had already called me asking if I started the job, to which I said yes and didn't elaborate much. I'd only focus on this tomorrow, it was hard for me to think about anything else lately, other than a certain viper.

"Hey! Do you want anything else?" Zayn's voice made me snap out of my thoughts and I turned to look at him. He was wearing a black button-down shirt with a few white patterns, along with white trousers.
It was a contrast to my all-black outfit, the only colorful thing was the yellow flower on the collar of my black shirt.

"I'm fine." I sighed, leaning back on the red chair I was sitting on, the color of the leather matched the walls of the strip club, the lights were dim and it gave the place an old-school aesthetic to match the other furniture.

Even the strip club was crowded, but at least we had places to sit and fewer people to annoy us. I was doing my best not to lose my temper tonight because it would only draw attention and I didn't want to deal with the consequences involving my father.

I made a mistake picking this club, I should've planned something in my house and called the strippers there.

I looked around the club, watching as the women danced around the poles or simply performed by themselves on small elevated stages scattered across the place. Money was flying around tonight, every dancer was busy except for the few waitresses.

"You don't seem like you're enjoying yourself." Zayn chuckled under his breath, taking a seat on the chair next to mine as my other not so close friends decided to go watch the show from a spot closer to the dancers.