[Khione’s Point of View]“W-hat type of work do you do?”The question reverberated in my head, and it was in Anastasia's voice because she was the first to ask it. I remember how it struck me when I realized I couldn't explain it.Tonight, I decided to go all black with a sexy body suit and stockings, I didn't bother with heels as I sat on the bed, waiting for my first client of the night; and it didn't take long before the door was opening and he was trudging in as if he had the world at the palm of his hands.He smirked and started taking off his upper jacket as he made his way over to the couch in the corner of the room, which had a small table with a few bottles of wine on it and a mini-stage with a pole in front. My face naturally broke into a seductive smile.He started by already pouring himself a glass of wine, "They said you were the best around, and I've been eager to find out your real capabilities.” He smirked at me once more.I had grown accustomed to cocky clients. They

[Khione’s Point of View]Since Giovanni called it quits on our engagement three years ago, I've avoided being in the same room with him. Not that he desired to have me in the same space as him. But because I worked as an agent for the Mezzesalam, most of our meetings were unavoidable, and at times like this, I just stared blankly, never meeting his gaze.Being a member of the mafia meant making deals with other groups, both legal and illegal, and this was one of those illegal meetings where things could go wrong and bodies could start dropping to the floor with blood stains with the slightest slip-up.I, like the others, stood at the corner with a briefcase of substance, waiting to be called while Giovanni and their new ally conversed."I heard what happened with the Russians; how do I know the same sh*t won't happen here tonight?" The new ally, Mr. González, his name, was seated on the opposite couch with one leg crossed over the other, with six of his men standing behind him, and a

[Khione’s Point View]As I stood outside on the chilly, dark night on the front porch of the house, I let out a cloud of smoke and took another drag on my cigarette. I continued taking more drags until I felt a sudden tightness and burning in my chest, but I disregarded it and continued to take more drags while messing up my blonde hair.I detested the shade of my hair.I paused for a moment and remembered when I first started dying my hair blonde.I had dark brown hair that Giovanni used to adore but that he now despises, so I had to change it.I shook the idea out of my head, but Giovanni's face persisted in my mind.God. Even after three years, the feelings I had for him were still present and even stronger than before.Three years after the death of my father, I was 17 when I first met Giovvani, and we later began dating after I turned 18. He promised to love me, to show me the world, to realize all of my dreams, and he made sure to keep all of those commitments. 6 years later, w

[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]Going out?After taking me out for breakfast a few days prior, I never imagined that it would happen so quickly. I also never imagined that Enzo would ever take me out again, but here we were in one of the most upscale and expensive malls in New York.Enzo was taking me shopping. I was expecting a lot of things, but not this.My eyes kept getting bigger as I continued to stare at the clothing, barely controlling my mouth from opening.“Pick whatever you want. I have a call to make.” Enzo spoke next to me while removing his phone from his pocket.I turned to face him at once and exclaimed, "AH!"He raised an amused brow as he cast a downward gaze at me. “What?”I immediately flushed and averted my eyes. “Nothing,” I mumbled while keeping my eyes on the ground until he hooked a finger under my chin and raised my face."You blurted earlier, I'm sure you have something to say, doll?" His eyes coruscated with amusement. I could not help but leer and then inundat

(Anastasia's Point of View) It took me 3 minutes to find the restroom, but the door to the female restroom was blocked by a man in a suit who appeared to be banging on the door and had stopped. Sensing a presence, he turned, and the rage in his eyes caused me to come to a complete stop. There was blood on his lip, which he wiped away with the pad of his thumb before smirking and scanning me with his ignited eyes. "Great!” He snarled at me, "A pretty one!" I turned around, unsure if he was speaking to me, but there was no one behind me. I was startled to see him approaching me with raptorial steps, causing me to take a cowering step away from him, causing him to smirk in satisfaction. "D-o I know you, sir?" I was certain I had never met this man in this lifetime before, so perhaps it was someone I'd disgruntled in a previous existence. "Don't worry, darling, we have plenty of time to get to know each other." And that was the warning sign I needed. I turned right away, intending t