The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

04

"Won't be hard." I said examining the file. "Given that he wants to volunteer information, suspect he's a spy. Why else would he give the information on his own family?"

"If he turns out to be a bitch to Salvatore's you know what to do." Roman orders. "This Salvatore shit needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, I have had enough of their childishness."

I nod.

Around ten thirty that night, I parked my Maserrati at Minx's back entrance, tossed the keys to the valet who will park it underground and made my way to the VIP deck.

Using my fingerprint, I unlocked the office door, Roman wasn't here yet, so I retrieved a bottle of Johnnie Walker black from the alcohol cabinet and poured myself a glass walking back to the chair.

Leaning my head back, I swirled the liquid in the glass.

I couldn't but look back to last night.

What was it?

The knock on the office door snapped me from my thinking, I pressed the button on the desk to unlock the door.

"Come in." I parked as Avena aka Pink, by her stage name slipped inside.

"Capo Bestone." She said her hands clashed on her back, pushing her tits out, already in her stage dress. "Can I tempt you for something tonight?"

"No, I am fine." I replied leaning my head back against the headrest. "Do you require something of me?"

"Why of course, sir." She said giddily. "Your attention and perhaps a treat-"

"You strut in here asking for sex?" I sat up straight. "How much down did that self respect went, Avena?"

She purser her lips, shaking her head. "Forgive me, Capo Bestone, you looked stressed tonight, I only hoped to help you relax a bit, that's all."

"I need you to do  something for me." I said, buttoning my suit jacket up. "Sit." I ordered.

Avena sat on one of the visitor's  chair, her hands on the desk, giving me a glimpse of what was barely hidden. "What can I do for you, Capo Bestone."

"Tomorrow you're off from the club, ain't that right?" I asked.

"Sí." She nodded.

"I need you to get into the casinò reale, get in touch with Eli, he'll put you up with a soldier-"

"But the casinò, it's owned by-"

I hate people interrupting me. "Sonny Salvatore, yes and ad you of course know, his little brother Levi Salvatore was killed minus some days ago-"

"Yes, Capo Bestone." She flinched slightly.

"I want you to get in that casinò, inside that office if possible, whatever you have to do, do it, report me about Sonny Salvatore, what's he doing, how's he doing and how's he handling the punk's death...I want information. Is that clear?"

"Sí, Capo Bestone." Pink said with a slight smirk.

"I trust you, Avena." I said. "Your words mean to me, I know you'll do the job, get out alive, do what you have, family's men will be behind you, are we clear?"