TRAPPED; In the Mafia’s Snare…

SAN

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t of evidence I could grab so far. He waved his h

o be pleasant at all times.” He explained as I followed him out of

e we passed another crowded

for you.” He stopped at the end of the hallway before a set of glass doors, inside I could see another

, why would t

piece, and they aren’t looking for a good time, not that they’d be opposed to it either. We are here to work safely. You don’t hear anything, you don’t see anything, you don’t kno

open, and moved through them, not bothering to hold the door for

I’m not allowed to do but haven’t

into him. Thank the heavens, I caught myself at the last second

u se

rv

me his face contorted into an odd expression, initially, I mistook it for annoyance,

erve drinks and food, C

lorified waitress?

been glorified, Cassand

had initially thought. I could do this, easy as pie. Serve a few drinks tonight and be home writing my story tomorrow. Sure, there’d be a

ver, deep into the bowels of a real-life underground mafia group. This is what I had always wanted, and here I was. I jus

or, almost nonexistent problem… we didn

our night, Christiano told me he would esco

e did we place you?” He a

had not placed me anywhere, he had every intention of taking me to my room, if I to

He groaned, “Where is

oman I’d met in the dressing room s

er and raised an eyebrow. “Mia? I

udly. “But she seemed lost, and the hoe you

d down nodding in frantic Agreement with this red bo

taking an interest in her, and it p

ack to me. “Don’t think I don’t

. Mia grinned immediately, pleased with her

se. I looked around the room briefly, the beds were either a queen or full, I couldn’t remember which was bigger. It was already mad

-breaking sigh, “T

r her chest and glared a

se, failing horribly. I had tried my hand at acting once, back

rom around he

ment,” I sighed and d

you could just tell me what I have to do to accomplish that

, sounding like she was in d

.” I lied. “It’s not like I co

s on it. Her bed had color, a red bedspread, while ‘mine’ was white with nothing of interest on it. She had her na

u just he

he’s doing us a favor letting us be here. You know that as well as the

if we click

e and I swallowed

ay. “So, tell me more. What’s up with th

. Those are the gi

n’t have t

ainly

lry with this pink P on it.” She pointed to a silver ankle bracelet.

o y

got so much stuff?”

e idea of sleeping with the guys down the sounded so utterly disgusting that it made

was a horrib

A few months in, wearing all these dirty outfits, having guys looking me up and down, a couple of smacks on the ass, and I’m like ‘Mann, I’m missing sex!’ So I told Christian

s like a

d you do to get

could ever imagine,” I sai