Surrogate for the Billionaire Mafia

Chapter 1.

MAEVE The last octave of my song rattled the chandeliers in the ceiling of the club, earning whistles and yells of approval from my audience. The audience was mostly made up of all types of moral deficit, violent, and mentally unstable rich men. Most of whom were doing sketchy and criminal business in the cover of the shadows. The only women among them were either held against their will, or sex workers slithering between tables to earn their next paycheck. Of course, there was the occasional lady with dark makeup and fur coats who ran her own dealings and was as vicious as any of the men, but that was a rare sight in this shady world the club catered to. Here, we ladies were considered nothing but eye candy. As a lawyer, my thoughts on that are obvious, but as long as they're getting my bills paid, I couldn't care less. The music ended, and cheers followed. I stood straight, with a derisive curl of my lips, soaking in their praise. In 7-inch heels, on the raised platfo...