The Mafia’s Target

Alana's POV

"You're waiting on tables today, Leo's sick."

My manager tells me as I step into the club. When is Leo not sick?

"If you say so."

I reply. I'm meant to be a stripper yet he always makes me serve when people are off . I roll my eyes and go into the dressing room, some days I wish I could quit this shitty job. But I know that I can't I need all the money I can get the only downside is the creepy ass men and my annoying manager.

"Finally bitch!"

I turn and see my best friend of 10 years, Aurora Haven, one of the only things that keep me sane in this job.

"He put me on Leo's job again, I swear he hates me!"

I walk to the spare closet and grab the servers uniform and start changing.

"I'd hit though."

"That's disgusting Aurora. He's like 50."

"I always say this to you, the older the better."

She shrugs, lotioning her legs.

"You two are disgusting."

Nash intercepts as he walks out of the room, Aurora pulls up a middle finger at him as the door closes.

"Ugh, I gotta go before he starts breathing down my neck. How do I look?"

I turn to her and grab a pen and notepad for taking orders.

"Yummy as always."

"Good."

I reply and wave at her as I walk out.

I go to the different tables and grab different orders whilst trying to ignore the constant eyes undressing me. Men.

"Go to table 8, they're waiting."

My manager tells me and I listen going over. 3 men are sat in suits, 2 of them look at me like the rest of the guys in this place but the one in the middle - the sexiest one might I add - stares down at his phone.

"3 Black Russians please."

The one on the left says with a smirk.

"Coming right up."

"You single?"

The one on the right asks as he stares at my boobs. The middle guy shoots him a glare and I can see the visual fear that sits in him.

"Nevermind."

I turn and leave to go get their drinks desperate to spit in of them. Aurora walks over to me excitement shooting through her.

"Your table is fucking fineee."

"I'm serving them trust me their just like the rest."

"The middle one though, the suit and that height..."

"I know right!"

When the bartender finishes, I take the drinks over but as I get closer I feel myself slip slightly causing the drinks to spill. Embarrassment rushes through my body, it spilt on the floor thankfully but some got on the middle guy's shoe. I don't even have to look up to feel his eyes shooting darts into me.

"I'm so sorry I'll get yo-"

He doesn't say anything, just stands up and walks away. I stand up straight and turn to see where he's gone. Oh great.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

The guy on the left says, if he will be fine then why is he speaking to my manager?! I walk over to my manager and as I do, the middle guy walks away.

"You're needed for a private dance in room 3. I don't know what you did but that guy really likes you."

Confusion is spread all over my face but I listen and get changed into a random piece in the closet and rush to room 3. As I open the door, I see the same man, he's sat on the chair and we meet eyes, for a second I swear my heart stops. I feel a nervous jolt flow through me. He is so...

"I'm s-sorry abou-"

"Dance."

His deep, accented voice speaks sending shivers down my spine. He pulls out a stack of money and puts it on the table. That's gotta be like 5k. Damn. I follow his comment and start with a lap dance. I can't tell if he's even enjoying this or not but I continue moving along to the song as his eyes burn into my skin. Unlike the other guys, I'm not mad at this one, it gives more motivation to try harder.

As the song ends however, he pushes me off of him causing me to fall. I stand up annoyed, payback I guess. His finger lifts up my chin and I look up, his tall frame towering me. He examines my face and his thumb brushes past my lips smudging my lipstick. My heart beat rises, the music disappears off in the background.

Who is he?

He then stops and doesn't say anything else as he leaves me in confusion and amusement.

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