Agent (CENTURIES series: Book #3)

10

"Whatever. Now get your ass out on the floor and start flashing your tits. You got attention to catch and you won't catch it standing in the corner."

I zoned out Monroe's voice and instead begun walking further into the club, swaying my hips as I went. The panther mask I wore covered up my entire face, except for my eyes. I wasn't stupid, though, I figured Vince might recognize my eyes. That's why I'd worn brown contacts, and as an added bonus, had covered up my tattoo.

Keeping an eye out for someone tall, dark and Italian, I made my way through the club to a secluded corner. I made notice of a group of men that not like the others spoke Italian. I believed this was my party.

"Do you copy?" I murmured low enough for nobody to hear.

"We copy. We have our translator here. Interact with them. Get closer, maybe go sit on one of their laps. If your ass fits."

I blocked him out again. Swaying over to the table, I did my best to look seductive. It worked, apparently, when one of them looked up and gave me a scrutinizing look, one that specially rested around my breasts. Pig.

I decided to play on it. I walked around the table until I made it to his chair, then bent down to graze his arm, pressing my mask to his ear. "I'm feeling awfully lonely."

I could tell his mouth lifted into a wide grin. He laughed hoarsely and then cocked a brow at me. "That is no state for a beautiful to woman be in. Come, sit, Panterona."

He patted his thigh and I slowly sat down on it, making sure to wrap my arm around his neck and cross my legs over his, seductively. His arm came around my waist and then rested on my thigh, running his hand up and down and tickling along the panty-line of the two-piece lingerie outfit I was wearing.

I kept my jaw clenched and tried focusing on something else. That turned out to be a hard task when his hand begun creeping to the gap between my legs.

I grabbed his hand. "That'll cost you if you want to go any further."

He chuckled rawly. "Scusi, Panterona. I was merely making sure you were comfortable."

I gave a vague reply and then the conversation fell back into Italian. The men kept puffing away on their cigars during their hour long chat while I kept getting small comments from Monroe in my earpiece, informing me about what they were discussing. So far it was everything from organized crime to 'my wife didn't do that, so I did that to her'.

Hours flew by while I circled around, but mostly just sat on men's laps. It wasn't looking like Vince was showing up, and Monroe and the team were growing impatient out in the listening van.

"We've been at this for hours, Wilkins. We have enough to bring down the entire Magaddino crime family, but it doesn't look like your fucktoy is coming."

He had to show up, I thought. If Vince didn't come here, then where the hell could he go? He didn't have—

A commotion by the door caught my attention, and as a tall shadow came out into the light, I saw what it was all about.

"I've got eyes on Vince. He's here," I mumbled, staying back in a corner as he approached the table of the Italian mafia. They all greeted each other with boastful Italian words before they took a seat. Spaghetti ordered a glass of bourbon, straight. That was my cue.