MAFIA

Prologue

Oblique Strip Club | 11:45pm

'More, Miss Jauregui?'

'I don't remember telling you to stop'

The timid bar boy nodded back hastily, without hesitation he moved to refill the empty shot glass held loosely within a perfectly red manicured palm. The pair of emerald green eyes not bothering even to thank the boy as they drank up the local talent sliding up and down two glistening silver poles in front

The room was lit barely by a dull red shimmer that reflect like deadly bullets from the sharp cheek bones now dropping back the strong shot of alcohol, dusky red lips held onto the rim of the glass while a toned thigh peeking from the red silk dress cross over the other slowly

"Your father let you off for the night huh?"

Lauren shook her head full of long hip length black hair, her lips pursed, her eyes smouldering a near by body as its curves crouch down upon the black matt stage, the man beside her charming in presence sipping back himself on a strong dose of liquid pleasure

"No such luck, I'm calling this a well deserved break"

Her voice was one many feared, sharp and raspy.. blunt and unamused, her whole presence in fact was one to behold, she oozed power and brace, intimidating to even the strongest of men.. always wore red too of course, why wouldn't she? She was raised by the devil himself.. Mike Jauregui.. owner of one of the most notorious Mafia rings in the world, she was lock and key.. the mastermind and soul leader of the entire ring.. She was the woman who handled business.. the woman to fear the most

"Groundbreaking, the devil herself.. giving in to her own exhaustion"

"Exhaustion is the wrong word Samuel, victory maybe.. triumph yes"

Samuel otherwise known as Sam, Lauren's closest associate apart from the elusive Fallon, he took care of logistics, whatever the woman wanted.. he would get.. as for one a rule you should never break is to obey her every wish without even a seconds hesitation.. why?... you'll find out soon enough

The powerful woman lift her fingers to click demanding the attention of any unfortunate member of staff to walk past, there land a young girl leaning in to Lauren's mouth as she call for one of the girls stood dancing sensually upon the glimmering red lit stage, the girl obeyed quickly, head off to approach her body while Sam sip back the remainder of his liquor

"I always feel lucky for the girls who see you in here, I'm only guessing they subside normally for gross old men"

"Never knock a sex worker Sam, real women earning a living.. an ideology I stand by"

She explain sharply before a beautiful young blond walk slowly towards her, the smoulder in her eye passionate as she reach her pale hand down to clasp between Lauren's, she stood gracefully, following into the room just back from the booths, it was private and calm..

Lauren closed the door behind reaching confidently for the smiling girls chin who only smirk back in response, honoured to have been picked out amongst the other dancers parading their hard worked curves

"Pretty, how much?"

"$50"

"I'll pay $1000"

Was all her deep rasp spoke as her emerald orbs examine the girls half naked body, she quickly drag the soft chin forwards pressing her dusk red lips against the sharp jaw bone making sure to miss the lips, her eyes closing only gently as she walk herself back into the wall, the girl knew what to do, she sank down quickly to the ground while Lauren's head sank back against the wall, her hand tangling amongst the blond strands below as she moan out into the room