Chapter 2

Nadia's POV

“So what? are you going to kill me? send my soul to the hottest part of hell?” he asked, teasing me with his breath.

There was something about the way I felt around him, I couldn't just place my head around it. I felt different, a good different if I must admit.

“I could give you all the pleasure you have ever imagined, and perhaps it's bad luck to kill a man on your birthday bell... Beautiful” he said softly to my ears, I could feel the warm moisture between my increase, as I felt my hand loosen its hold on him.

Despite the calm aura he wants to storm up, there was something else about him.

That felt dangerous, and I could almost taste the danger that radiant from him on my tongue.

But, if he is that dangerous, why am I not scared of him? Why do I feel shy around him?

Nadia get it together

He probably is just playing a mind game to gain favor from me, well if he can satisfy and meet my expectations, I can probably retain him as my stripper.

“I promise not to cross my boundaries anymore unless of course, you ask me to” he whispered, to my ears. While breaking through my thoughts.

A bigger part of me wanted to send him out or punch him, but there was still the tiniest bit of me that wanted to see what he has to offer. He is my toy for the night after all.

“I will be inside the room, waiting for you,” he said, as he left the bathroom.

I rested my back on the wall thinking of what I would do next. It's been so long I felt a man's touch, a stripper touch I meant to say.

I have never really had a real boyfriend, my uncle has always sort of prevented me from interacting with people, other than his men.

And even though I was yet to have actual sex, I have had a countless orgasm. I normally take delight in pleasuring myself, but with this super hot stripper here tonight, the countdown of becoming a nonvirgin has only just begun.

I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my body as I step out of the bathroom.

I saw him resting his back against the wall as I walked in, he saw me and moved.

This dude has to be a god, a Human cannot have all this perfect body that is property sculptured and well-articulated.

Like this dude radiant a fucking awesome sex if there is anything like that.

“How would you like to be pleased?" he asked, as he strands towards me with such charisma that would make any girl breathless.

Oh dude you have no idea, I can't wait to see what you have to offer, I would like to know what it feels like to be wrapped up in those big strong hands.

I definitely would love a massage first though, all my joints were yelling for some sort of relaxation.

I have never been one to be lost for words.

I tried to reconnect my brain to make contact with my badass self, but she seem to have taken a little vacation.

I stood there as if waiting for further instructions.

Lorenzo's POV

What the fuck is going on with me. I seem to have completely forgotten the reason I decided to enter a Russian Mafia territory.

The mission was simple, kill the Russian bitch who seem to be gaining a lot of popularity in the underworld, and be out of here before anyone notices my presence.

If they or she gets the slightest idea of who I am, then one of us will surely be dead.

And I fucking do not want to die, at least, not today.

The Italians and Russian Mafias have been known for ages to be in a constant battle for supremacy.

My hatred for the Russian folks rekindled after what they did to my old father.

I stood there wondering what I was supposed to do, or how am I suppose to go about it, while I took in the of the girl before me.

She was petite and beautiful. Her gorgeous wet hair was ink black, as it plastered across her face neck, and shoulder.

She has a sexy body, which I am sure she doesn't know, or she just chose to ignore it.

She has the perfect beach body to make heads turn. I have been with lots of women but non matches her beauty, confidence, and fierceness.

I have done so well in hiding my Italian accent, but hopefully, I don't give myself away because I undoubtedly want to fuck her motherfucking brains out.

Maybe I can fucking kill her after that.

I can imagine her little lips around my cock, while she gulps the entire length down her throat.

My middle leg seems to be ready and waiting in anticipation of what will come next.

“Can you give a body massage?” she asked, with a little teasing in her voice.

Her voice was like a melody to my soul.

While her eyes scan me up, she must have liked what she sees as I watch her unconsciously bite her lower lip.

A body massage?

Fuck!

I have never given anyone a body massage before, but she doesn't know that. I just have to play it cool and use my instincts.

But why massage though? She could have just asked for sex. I mean, that is so less stressful, and so freaking fulfilling.

Do strippers give massage now?

“Your wish is my command, my lady,” I said, prostrating before her.

While I secretly wished there was some sort of abracadabra to make me disappear from here and reappear back home in my room.

She lay on her bed with her Tommy down, making her little pulp ass appear bigger and fuller.

Fuck!

I quickly went through the stripper bag I was with, to see anything that could help me.

The thought of what I did to the stripper that was supposed to be the one here, flashed through my mind.

All it took was a tiny bullet into his motherfucker brains and it splattered everywhere, making a mess of his old wrinkled Audi car.

I found a bottle of coconut oil and a few chocolate candy bars inside his bag. I offered her one of the chocolate, which she took without further persuasion. 

I must confess she is pretty dumb for a number two. I began my new job as a masseur.

***

Nadia's POV

I woke up the next morning, to see that I was all alone, not that it was a surprise that I woke up alone, but how the hell did I sleep throughout the night?

I quickly checked down there to see that I was feeling perfectly fine, with no ache nor soreness whatsoever.

My mind drifted to the events of the early hours, I remember vividly asking the stripper to give me a body massage.

But whatever happened after then seem blurry. I took off the blanket that I don't seem to remember how I got wrapped in, as I tried getting off from the bed, only to see that I was feeling light-headed.

Was I drugged or something?

Oh wait, I remember taking a chocolate bar from the stripper. That was a very stupid move, I know. But I was so freaking hungry and I had not eaten all day.

How the heck should I know fucking know that a stripper might want to get me the drug.

My mind quickly went to my uncle and the rest of the men, as I sprang up from the bed and quickly wore my black jeans and a tang top followed by my sneakers.

I strapped in my weapons and listened to the sound from outside my door before opening it.

Everything seem pretty normal as soon as I came out, I walked towards my uncle's office but was stopped by one of his guards at the door.

“The boss is busy,” he said, not sparing me a glance. He wouldn't dare, a bad review from me to my uncle means he is fired and that is if he is lucky, or dead if he is not.

“I want to see him now,” I said breezing past him, he knows best than to stop me from going in.

As soon as I got into the office, I saw a girl choking on my uncle's dick. She seem to want to stop as soon as I entered the office but my uncle urged her on.

The whore went ahead with what she knows how best to do.

“I'm busy now Nadia, what do you want,” he said fisting his hand tight on the table, trying to make his voice as stable as possible.

I brought out my gun and aimed to direct at her head.

“Get out, come back when I'm done,” I said with a smirk.

she became frightened, as she quickly gets up and stares at her boss to permit her, he lifted his fingers for her to leave. She scrambled herself with the tiny lingerie she had on out of the office.

“There better be a good reason for this behavior Nadia,” my uncle said through gritted teeth, and I can tell that he is very angry.

“I was drugged last night by the stripper you brought home to me as a gift,” I said, going straight to the point.

He seem startled by the piece of information I just told him as he looked at me with concern.

“I don't understand,” he said still staring at me.

“who is he?”

“I don't know, I told Jason to arrange a stripper for you as he has always done”

“Whoever was in my room was no stripper and I fucking need to know so I can blow up his fucking brain”

“That can wait for now, why don't you sit down, as I have important information you might be interested in,” He said, but I gave him the I am not in the mood vibes as I was still angry and wanted to get back at the motherfucker that was in my room last night.

I gathered info that the Italian will be going out to get prostitutes tonight, I would want you to disguise as an American prostitute, to be our spy, the one we had was caught yesterday night,” he said with his eyes steadily on me

“I'm not a spy, send one of your guys over, I need to talk with Jason,” I said, as I stood up to walk out of his office.

“They hardly allow guys in, and perhaps I thought you might want to jump at the offer because they were the ones responsible for the death of your parents and little brother,” he said, his voice stopping me in my tracks.

I turned to see if he was bluffing but he looked so damn serious. The anger in me boiled and I could feel my body vibrate.

“Who gave the order?” I questioned as flashes of the ugliest scene I had ever seen flashed before my eyes.

Like what sort of monster kills a suckling baby?

“The Italian Mafia Don, he goes by the name Ghost and that is because no one has been able to detect who he is”

“I am going to kill him, and all that he holds dears. If I meet him dead, I will dig up his corpse and kill him again” I said, in rage.

“You have to be careful so as not to blow your cover, word on the street says that he has trigger happy fingers. He shows no mercy to anyone who crosses him”

“What time am I leaving,” I asked, getting bored of his rant about how indestructible the motherfucker that blew up my entire family is.

“Go to your room, take the day off, you will have your new identity and clothes delivered to you in the evening when you are ready to leave,” he said in a calm fathering tune.

“Yes dad,” I said not sparing him a glance as I left his office.

I walked towards the gym side to see If I could catch Jason there, the dude still needed to fucking explain to me why the stripper he got me drugged me.

I entered the gym room and saw him rounding up his routine, and as soon as he sees me he fidgets because I pulled a gun at his head.

“where did you see the stripper you got me last and where can I find him,” I asked, with all seriousness.

“I don't understand, I was told his body was recovered from his car this morning when I called the club where he worked"

“wait, he is dead? How did he die?”

“He died from a gunshot wound to his head, I thought you killed him”

“What is the timeframe of death?”

“I don't know, possibly last night”

“So if the guy you got me died on his way here, Then who the fuck was in my room last night?”