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Jessica’s POV

My heel sound rattled all over the polished tiles of the club's surfaces; it was a bit loud because I walked through the quieter portion of the club. The VIP section was strictly reserved for significant people alone, albeit in this particular club, it was primarily for high-class men.

I carried myself with grace and confidence; my legs came to a halt when I paused in front of the open bar. I sat down gently on the red leather stool, making sure my short, tight dress roused up my thighs even more.

My gaze lingered behind the bar, lingering on the alcohol on display in front of me until my sight came face to face with the bartender.

A mischievous grin crossed the young man's slender lips as he approached me. He murmured, "What can I get you, gorgeous?"

As I gazed up at the man, my lips morphed into my signature, seductive smile. I respond, "Whisky on the rocks, please."

"Coming right up," he responds, leaning away from the counter and winking at me before turning around to make the drink.

"It's on me," From beside me, a deep voice speaks. I smirked inwardly, knowing that my mission tonight would be simple.

I turned my head to the side and glanced at the person beside me.

A young man with dark features and a lean, muscular body in his early twenties sat beside me. He wasn't bad-looking, which was a shame because he'd be of little use in this world.

I bite my bottom lip and smile at the man as his dark eyes meet mine. "You don't have to do that," I deny in a whisper.

As he explores my body without shame, the man's tongue glides over his lips, his eyes return to mine, and he leans in closer to me. "I think a gorgeous woman like yourself should be treated," he purrs.

I shift my position towards him, exposing my tanned legs to his bemused gaze. "That's very kind of you, sir," I say sweetly. His hungry eyes dart down my legs before returning his greedy gaze to mine.

He leans in closer, close enough for me to smell the alcohol and tobacco on his skin. "How about we go back to my place?" He whispers huskily.

I giggle and intentionally place my hand on his chest, "It seems patience isn't your thing, hm?" I ask, allowing my voice to slur just enough to intrigue him further.

"I've never been a patient man," he clarifies as he bites his lower lip and looks down at my lips.

The bartender calls out "Whisky on the rocks" as he places the drink in front of me. I give him a sweet smile before moving away from the man in front of me and reaching for the glass with my manicured hand.

"Can a woman drink her whisky before sleeping with an unknown stranger?" I ask innocently, raising the glass to my lips and allowing my sight to land on his dark eyes.

As he examines me, he chuckles and tilts his head to the side. "Of course, but that sexy ass of yours is also needed by this unknown stranger." He responds, his sight returning to my legs for a second.

I laugh and rest my hand on his shoulder before finishing the remainder of the whisky and setting it on the table.

"Are you ready?" I ask, licking my full lips and turning my gaze to the man.

With my words, he practically sprang out of his seat. His hand had reached out in front of mine, and I took it while standing up.

I had let my ass graze against his front, resulting in an inaudible groan from his lips. As I stood in front of him, smirking, I began to guide us towards the back doors.

We passed men and women at hidden tables, the men gambling, drinking, and smoking, while their wives or prostitutes clung to their sides like leeches.

With my hand in the man's behind me, I lead us both to the doors leading to my father's club's side alleyway, making sure to let my hips sway naturally.

As we walked by the guard at the door, he shifted to the side as he recognised me and gave me a discreet wink.

Gilbert was a very nice man, and he knew that most of the time when I came in with a man behind my back, I'd be walking back through the doors alone.

I opened the solid steel door, letting the cool breeze blow through my body, sending a jolt of thrill through my veins.

As soon as I heard the door close behind the man, I grabbed him and shoved him against the brick wall.

He looked down at me with shock. I kept the act up and continued to trail my fingers down his chest to his neck, then gliding them against his jawline. His hands came around to my ass as he squeezed the cheeks.

Unfortunately for him, if my father were here, this man would tragically die a long and painful death.

No touching was the very first rule my father and I agreed on when I first started my missions.

And the selfish man in front of me was breaking that rule to the letter.

I glanced up at him through my natural thick lashes and stepped back. After doing some research on the man, I discovered he had a fetish for public PDA.

In other words, he enjoyed having sex in public or in front of others.

I step in front of him, allowing my hand to wander over to my dress's strap. I keep my gaze fixed on him as I tuck it down my shoulder, exposing my naked skin and a hint of my black lace bra. My fingertips linger on the cold, pointy object I was reaching for before going beneath the fabric.

As his gaze lingers on my movements, oblivious to the fact that I'm not truly removing my clothing for him, I quickly pull out my signature blade and press it against his neck.

A giggle escapes my lips as I see his eyes widen in terror, the blade pressed on his neck, preventing him from moving because if he did, his neck would be severed.

"You should know better than to hook up with your boss's daughter tonight, Wayne," I smirked sinisterly as blood drew from the pale skin, driving the point of the blade into the corner of his neck.

"Now Wayne, if you hadn't stolen from my father, you wouldn't be in this position," I explain as I run my palm down his chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath his white buttoned shirt.

"You're the Jessica?" He grunts out in shock.

"The one and only, baby," I say as I glance up at him.

He gulps, "It wasn't a lot of money, only fifty grand. I swear I'll get it back to you." He breathes out desperately, "P-please, just give me a few days." I pout and shake my head, digging the knife even deeper into his neck.