NEW STORY ALERT!!!!!
💦THE 💦
MAFIA🔥🔥
se-duction 🥵🥵
(Rated🔞)
PROLOGUE
“Don’t ever let me smell another man on you Kitten.” He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. “You are…… mine Only mine.”
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Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he’s known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fv¢k with.
Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work fora str!p club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss p@n-ty dropping h0t, but he’s in the mafia.
Tables take a turn when she bu-mps into him on her first night working as a server.
Get re-ady for this thri-lling story😚😚
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💦THE 💦
MAFIA🔥🔥
se-duction 🥵🥵
(Rated🔞)
Episode 1
🍒Isadora’s POV🍒
“Isa!” Josie walks out of her room with a very small Sk-irt, fishunet stockings and tube t©p on. She dresses like her personality puts out. Sas-sy, free spirited and crazy as hell. She walks out in front of me with a hand on an extended h!pas she posed. “You re-ady?”
“I’m applying for a servers p0sition, not a str!pper.” I said mulling over the outfit she gave me. Short shorts withmaterial fringe at the cut off. rishnets and her lucky tank t©p that was r!pp£dat the cleavage. One sneeze and my n!pplemay pop out. I feel like a poor excuse stunt double character for Daisy in The Dukes of Hazzard.
“A servers position at a str!p club sweetie, Might as well dress the p@rt, You get good ti-ps that way” She grinned and gave me a flir-ty wi-nk. sauntering past me.
“How are you so sure I’ll even get the job?”
“You’re tiny, cute and because I alre-ady had a tallk with the boss. We’re un-der-staffed and nee-d the help.” She smiled gr-abbing her purse from kitchen counter. That sneaky little $h!t.
“Then why the hell did you let me get so nervous for an interview that was never guing to happen !? And why dress me like this?” I shouted. Ugh! Sometimes she makes me waant to cut her.
“You’re adorable when you’re flvstered.” She giggled and shook her as-s out the door, “Hurry up or we’re gonna be late! Boss hates it when you’re late.” I rolled my eyes and gr@bb£d my things before locking the door behind me.
I get it……. and working at a str!p club wasn’t my first choice but, when you’re down on your luck you take pretty much anything you can get. I grew up poor and in many different foster homes. When I met Josie, I was eighteen. The orphanages kick when you become of age. I un-derstand but why be so damn heartless about it. Josie took me in and has been my best friend ever since. I practicaly owe her my life. She showed me the ropes how to survive on the street and has finally agreed to let me get a job. We buckled up and backed out of the driveway.
“So what’s your pseudo name going to be?” She asked while keeping her eyes un the road.
“My what?” “You’re about to have your first shift at a str!p club, You nee-d to have a fake name to protect your identity in case of per-verts.” She shook her head as if it was common knowledge everyone shoud know .
“If you had told me a week ago while l was applying for this job, I would have been better prepared.”
“How about Kitty” she wiggled and squealed,
“why Kitty?” I asked unenyhusiastic. She crinkled her nose and made a k!ssy face at me.
“Cause you’re just as cute as kitties.”
“Call me cute one more time and I’m sl@pping all that red out of your hair:” I gritted.
She hisses at me and throws up her well manicured hands. “See what I mean? Just as feisty as a kitty too,” She parks and turns off the car. She laughs, I laugh and I feel at home. She never takes anything I say to heart.
🍷The Silver Paw🍷
The Silver Paw is a busy club. It has a clas-sy yet modern feel to it. Dim lighing and loud music blasting off the wall speakers. Modern furniture. nice tables and chairs, and a decent stage with clean looking poles. My expectations were far off. Ratted wallpaper. dirty catpet and poles that no longer shine due to the zero amount of times its been washed. We walk up to the bar and a skinny tattooed gentlemen ti-ps his fidora at me. I immediately notice his n£¢k tattoo. h0t.
“Hey there baby doll. You sure you’re supposed to be in here?”He sm-irks at me.
“This is Isadora, Cas-s, The new girl I mentioned.” Josie stepped in. He gr-abs my hand and k!sses the back of it.
“Welcome to The Silver Paw.” He lets go of my hand and wi-nks. “A clas-sy warm welcome to a str!p club. That’s new.” He chuckled at me.
“What position did you apply for?” He asked while taking a tray and placing empty sh0t glas-sed onto it.
“Server.” I stated. He bent down behind the bar and popped back up with a S-xy little servers outfit. Handing it to me, he pointed to a door in the back.
“Get changed in there, When you’re done, come back to the bar. Oh and uh, keep the fishnets.” He win-ked. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the back.
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I walk back to the bar in this skimpy little outit. A tiny black Sk-irt that ba-rely covers my as-s. These damn fishnets and a corset-like t©p that pushes my tits up to my throat. As I learn how to breath all over again, I find Cas-s casually pouring whiskey into four small glas-ses. Since I’m going to work here, might as well get to know my coworkers.
“So what does Cas-s stand for?” I asked Ieaning against the bar counter.
“Cas-sius.” He smiled and continued to pour. He takes another tray out and neatly sets all four glas-ses onto it.
“You see that room over there with the red Curtains?” I looked over my shoulder and nodded.
“Take these drinks in there, set them on the table and come back” he ordered.
“So that’s it?” I asked. He looked at me confused.
“Take drinks to a table and come back for more? This is my job?”
“Were you expecting something different for the job title of server?” He laughed. I rolled my eyes and picked up the tray, ma-king my way to the back room.
Sliding the curtains aside. I see four jaw dropping, S-xy men sitting around the room. I walk over to the table and begin setting down the drinks. As I set the last one down, one of them spoke.
“Hey new girl, bring me my drink.” Rude much? He could at least say plea-se. I pick up one of the glas-ses and walk over to him. He was really gorgeous up close. He had chocolate brown hair combe-d to one side and a neatly trimmed beard.
I hand him the drink and turn towalk away when he sl@pped my as-s. “Thank you sugar tits.” He laughed talking a sip.
“Don’t t©uçh me and don’t call me that.” I spat at him, only ma-king his smile wi-den more.
“Then what can I call you?” He asked.
“My name is Kitty:” I said
“Meooow!” Another man c@m£ up behind me and sniffed my hair. “She smells good too.” They laughed. I quic-kly gr@bb£d the tray and made my way back to the bar, watching Cas-s make margaritas.
“Who are those guys in chat room?”
“The Montez brothers.” He said
“You say that Iike I’m supposed to know that alre-ady.” I huffed.
“They own this place.”
“All four of them !?” I shouted
“Five.” He corrected. I raised a confused eyebrow at him. “I only saw four.”
“Their brother Rafael is the t©p boss of this place. He must be running late.” Oh I see, the boss hates you being late but for him iry’s okay. One of those busses who doesn’t like to lead by example. Great. Cas-s fills two glas-ses and sets them down on my tray.
“Take these to table five by the stage.” I nodded and rabbe-d the tray. Tuning, I bu-mp into something ha-rd and drop the tray to the floor. Nearly t©ppling over onto the broken glas-s, I reached out and gr@bb£d onto something sturdy but soft to the t©uçh.
“For fv¢k sakes!” I look up and see a tall gOrgeous man towering over me with a cigarette hanging loosely from hisl-ips. He had thick black hair that was sli-cked back and gulden honey colored eyes. With his shi-t halfway un-bu-ttoned, I cold see peaks of tattoos on his che-st, I quic-kly regained balance and pu-ll-ed my hand away from his arm.
“Sorry sir.” I said. He stares at me while I wait for him to respond. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I could have swear I saw him bite his l!pand did damage the cigarette in the process. Fed up with the staring contest and him scanning my b©dy I bend down and pick up the broken sha-rd s of glas-s.
“You must be the new girl. What’s your name?” He asked. His voice sultry, de-ep and made goosebu-mps envelope my b©dy. I pick up my tray full of broken glas-s and set it on the bar. Trying my ha-rd est to avoid looking at him.
“Kitty.” He sm-irks and leans in close to my ear.
“Be careful next time Kitten. Dirty my floors again and I will have to punish you” He sm-irks and walks away leaving me in a state of a shivering, puddling we-t mess. I take a de-ep breath, shake off this feeling and get back to work.
💦Rafael’s POV-💦
Damn she’s beautiful. That cute face, ti-ght b©dy and that pcrfcctly curved as-s. She’s drop dead gorgeous and she probably doesn’t even know it. I walk behind the curtains and see my brothers alre-ady started with the str!ppers. It takes them a minute to unglue their eyes from voluptuous shaking flesh, to notice me.
“Hey Raf! You missed her bro!” My brother Javier shouts as I take my jacket off and toss it on the couch. “Her who?” I asked, taking the lighter out of my pocket and sparking my cigarette.
“The new girl. She gave Ish some l!pearlier.” Alfonzo chuckled, sl@pping Ishmael on the arm. “I do love a woman who will talk back to me.” He smiled.
“Don’t mess with her again.” I stated. They all awwed as I sat down.
“Does little Raffy have a crush?” Alfonzo cooed. “Callate la puta boca.” I spat at him. (Shut the fv¢k up.)
“I wouldn’t mind sloppy seconds with her when you’re done Raf.” Enrico chimed in. Not her. I’ve seen how my brothers treat their one night stands. He won’t do that to her. Plus I don’t like the idea of someone else tou-ching her. I know nothing about her but my she has awoken my animal side .. and I am very territorial.
“I don’t like to share hermanito, you know that.” I sm-irked. (Little brother)
“pvzzywh!pped alre-ady Santi?” Alfonzo said ma-king a wh!pping motion at me. Now he’s crossed the line. I took out my gun, c0cked it and put it in his face. He stared me down. Knowing full well that I wouldn’t pu-ll the trigger. I love my brothers. I would die for them but I still had to make my point clear. There is only one person on this earth that can call me that name, and that’s our little sister Mirella. Only my princess may call me that.
“If I hear that name come out of your mouth again, I’ll put you in the hospital brother.” He sm-irked as I hostered my gun. “You baby her too much Raf.” He retorted.
Of course I do. That’s my baby sister. When she was born, mom let me hold her first. When I looked down at her sweet little face, I knew right then I would break any motherfv¢kers jaw who dare hurt her. “Of course I do and I always will.” I said leaning back in my chair. Taking a puff of my cigarette and ashing it in the tray.
“Get that new girl in here, I nee-d a refill.” Enrico said holding his glas-s in the air. My jaw clenched.
“Brianna.” I said snapping my f!ngers.
“Yes daddy?” She wiggled her as-s up to me. I hate when she calls me that.
“Bring us a bottle of whiskey.” I said. She nodded and left the room.
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TBC……..