Mafia's Principessa

Fallen Angel

This booking was supposed to be a business meeting from what I understood. The Luciano's were notorious in the crime and business world. Their cover was a large corporate business that owned a chain of Hotel's and Casinos and whatever failing business they could get their hands on,but whatever power they'd amassed over the years kept the government from touching them and the underground business that had really accumulated their wealth; arms dealing.

A few month back their Don had passed his position to his youngest son. He had just turned 20 and needed to establish his power. This meeting was one with some American corporate crooks, extended mafia family members and the new Don.

Madam warned the other girls to be flawless and mindless. Nothing of this night was to get out or they'd be killed. Any mistake could equal death. I couldn't tell if it was because I only had on a skimpy outfit made out of feathers or I was genuinely scared, but I couldn't shake the chills I had as we filed out on stage.
They were all there. Guns visible or hidden, smirks and scowls planted. The air was suffocating. I mentally shook myself as the music started and my hand found the pole.
I remembered why I decided to strip in the first place. When my mother married that monster he took all the money we had. I couldn't take Ballet anymore or any dance class for that matter. I could only dance for money. The pole became my escape. It took strength, confidence, and grace. None of the sleazy stares mattered as I concentrated on letting myself swing and twirl around the pole.

  Nobody's gaze mattered, even the sharp amber ones that seemed to glow eerily in the crowd of killers in front of me. I refused to avert my gaze and so did he. Soft full brown curls that look so carefully laid all over his head, I wanted to run my fingers through them. He was beautiful in a terrifying way. He looked like a damned angel, pretty, but vengeful. He smirked and my breath caught as I slid down to the floor. It wasn't until the music stopped that I pulled my eyes from his. My legs felt like jello as I walked from the stage heated.

"What was that." Marcelie laughed handing me a bottle of oil. I waited for her to explain as I rubbed it into my carmel brown skin and applied the rest through the chocolate waves of my hair. The silky texture and the shine must have come from my bastard father, the only thing he'd given me. I was reminded of my mother as I looked in the mirror her chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. Another mental shake and I turned back to Marcelie.

"You were dancing like you were possessed. It was fucking hot. Madam's going to kill you." And right as she said it Madam called me from her office.

"You couldn't help yourself could you."

"Would you believe me if I said I tried ."

"It doesn't matter. You're at the bar now, and you'll serve. Skirt up." She snapped

"You're fucking kidding me."

"Now Bella." She swung her hand towards the door.

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The bar was dreadful. Every slime ball wanted to flirt or talk. I hadn't even caught a glimpse of the Angel boy.

"Bella?" Some middle aged man slurred reaching for my wrist. I stepped back looking him over. He straightened himself.

" How do you know my name?"

"I work with your father."He provided and I vaguely remembered him coming over for dinner one night. Mother made meatloaf and Richard threw a plate at her head after everyone left. She didn't say a word, but instead she picked up the shards, her eyes empty  as silent tears slipped down her face.

"Step-father."

"Does he know you work here?"

"It's none of his business where I work."

"You live under his roof don't you."his brow furrowed.

"Do you want something to drink or not." I snapped irritated.

"Whiskey." I fixed his glass as quickly as possible before switching with Brittany to serve.

Serving kept me moving fast enough to stay relatively unnoticed but slow enough to be carefree. When the orders slowed up I decided to go out for some air, It was hot and it smelled like someone had sprayed too much cologne. I took the back door behind the dressing rooms. Big Mistake. Richard's palm connected with my face quicker than I could react to him being here.

"You stupid slut. Now you're whoring around at a strip club embarrassing me."He had good foot on me, his mud brown eyes were filled with digust and raged and he still reaked of alcohol.

"Why the fuck are you here." I screamed refusing to cry no matter how much my face stung.

"I'm going to kill you." He yelled wrapping his hands around my throat. I clawed at his face but that only earned me a punch to the stomach.  He was really going to do it this time. No matter how hard I fought at him he wouldn't let go. 
There was a click and finally I could breathe.

"Let her go before I blow your fucking brains out."