"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline.
"Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add.
"Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies.
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I have a theory: no matter what situation a man is in, if you add an attractive woman into the mix, all rationality and logic is thrown out the window. Exhibit A. I am currently at a club on a mission to kill Marco Russo, a member of the Italian mafia and a quite important one too. He manages weapon shipments. He was also a fucking rapist but I'm not sure if his boss knew because if he did he would have killed Marco by now. I'm sure of it.
Marco has important information. Information I need so here I am, seducing an Italian. Disgusting.
Marco was sitting in the vip area. He had 2 women sitting on his lap, both of which were wearing hardly any clothing. He took a puff of his cigarette and blew the smoke out into the face of one of the girls and then took a sip of his scotch. The point is he seems pretty occupied but not for long.
I down the rest of my vodka and stand up walking towards the dance floor. When I walk past him, I "accidentally" trip. He catches me by my hips and I stand back up.
"I am so sorry. I let me get you a napkin or something, I made you spill your drink all over yourself." I apologise.
"It's fine. It's just a little scotch." He replies as his eyes drink me in.
God, this is almost too easy.
"Please, sit." He invites, pushing the women off his lap and telling them to leave.
"What's your name?" He asks me.
"Grace. You?" I reply, covering up my Russian accent with an American one.
The fact that nobody knows I exist makes my job a lot easier. No one knows about me or my brother. As far as they know, my father, Viktor Levkin, was a widower with no children. My mother was killed by the Italians when I was 12. No one knows who has taken over the Russians since he died so they are all obviously paranoid and taking extra precaution.
"Noah" He lies.
"Nice to meet you." I say.
"So what's a pretty little thing like you doing at a club like this all on your own hm?" He asks. Oh for fuck sake. Does he not realise how much of a perv he sounds like right now?
"Just looking for someone to have some fun with." I reply with a flirtatious smile.
"Well how about I take you back to my hotel room and give you what you are looking for." He says with a wink.
Glupaya suka (translation: stupid bitch)
I stand and he follows.
"Sounds good to me." I say and he places his disgusting hand on the small of my back, leading me towards the exit. Once we leave, we get in his car and it's about a 2 minute drive from the club to the hotel he was staying at.
