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The sound of my heelsclattering over the polished tiles of the club's surfaces could be heard due to 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 the important 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, "Whiskey 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 soft 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 really 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 "Whiskey 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 Whiskey 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.

Jerald 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, Adrian." I smirked sinisterly as blood drew from the pale skin, driving the point of the blade into the corner of his neck.

"Now Adrian, 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 Arabella?" 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.

I draw the knife back and take a small step back from him to give him room to breathe. I glance at him and naively tilt my head to examine his motivations. "I'm surprised you don't know, after all, you work for him." I mummer, brushing my fingertips over his lips.

I could tell he was affected by my touch because of the way he shuddered and the tent that grew in his pants. Even though he was on the verge of death, the man wanted to be bedded by the lunatic in front of him.

He glances at me, confused by what I've said. My touch on his lips travelled gently down his chest and onto the increasing tent in his pants, my fingers brushed against it, causing him to gasp and bite his lower lip. "Don't know what?" he asked cautiously.

His eyes pierce into mine of lust and intrigue, and I smile timidly.

"My father doesn't do second chances."

With those words, the blade pierces his heart, and I twist the knife, causing him to gasp and collapse to the ground.

As blood seeps out of his body and through his white shirt, I smile triumphantly. With his eyes open, his body became lifeless.

I gradually stoop down and pull my personalised blade from his chest. The crimson red blood dripping from the knife's tip prompted me to take out one of the sanitary wipes I had stashed in my handbag. I lean against the wall next to his lifeless corpse and wipe the blood from my knife.

"Should have shot him, would have been cleaner."

My movements came to a halt when I heard the most attractive voice in my whole nineteen years of life.

The male voice was deep, dark, and thickly laced with an Italian accent. It exuded power and confidence, and I couldn't help but wonder who it belonged to.

You may think I'm being ridiculous, but the melody of his voice was so fucking addicting, that the few words stated could make any person weak in the knees.

I snapped out from whatever fantasy I was in and returned to reality.

When I turned to see who was speaking, all I saw was a lurking shadow, roughly a silhouette of a muscular tall male.

Despite the fact that his features were hidden by the darkness, it was evident that this guy was more than a god in his own right. He appeared to be leaning against the brick wall with a cigarette between his lips and his head tilted up to the sky.

"And, you are?" I ask, my voice soft and inquisitive.

He drew the smoke from his lips and tilted his head down. "Could ask you the same thing," he said coldly, his tone dead, devoid of any form of life. To my ears, it sounded like a symphony.

I shrug, "Well, I guess you'll never find out," I say with a smile.

Then, just when I thought his voice was the best sound to envelop my ears, he let out a deep, melodious, chuckle that had definitely demolished the record.

The sound made my thighs clench unintentionally.

Get a grip Arabella, Jesus Christ.

I saw the white smoke escape his lips from across the building, and the aroma swept through my nostrils as the wind hit the smoke and carried it towards me.

My phone rang before he could say anything else, interrupting this lovely moment with the mysterious stranger.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed it out of my purse, I answered without glancing at the caller.

"Hello?"

"Is it done, Bella? I'm waiting for you outside the club." On the other side, Nicolo's voice speaks.

I tell him, "Yeah, it's done, I'll see you in a second," and hang up.

I slide my phone into my purse and tuck my blade back beneath my dress. My gaze is drawn to the intriguing guy standing opposite me.

"Well, I'm leaving now. Maybe I'll see you again soon?" I mention moving away from the wall and onto the pavement.

I observe him dropping the cigarette to the ground, treading on it, and backing away from the wall.

"Maybe." I see him shrug.

I smile and shake my head at his words, I turn around and start walking out of the alleyway. My heels clattered against the pavement as I made my way around to the front of the club.

When I saw my twin brother's black Aston Martin parked on the side of the road, my legs walked in this direction.

I reached the passenger side and opened the door, stepping inside and closing the door beside me.

I sighed and turned to face my twin brother, who was grinning.

"What?" I question, causing him to turn away from me and return his gaze to the road.

"Nothing." I scoff and slump back in my seat. He starts the car and began driving away from the club.

"How'd it go with Adrian?"

"The dude didn't even last two seconds without caving in," I shrug as I stare out the window.

As he turns a left corner, Nicolo laughs, his head shaking with amusement. "Of course he didn't, pathetic," I agree with him and nod.

"Definitely pathetic," I respond.

Not long after, we returned to our house, which was more like a mansion. I'm not going to lie and pretend I'm not wealthy, I was born into it.

Unlike some other rich snobs at my old high school who didn't even know what the word 'please' meant, my mother made sure that we always had our manners and respect for everyone.

When the guards saw it was Nicolo and myself, they unlocked the gate, we passed through, and he went straight to the underground garage we had.

After parking, we had gotten out of the car and walked silently to the elevators.

"How was last night's training?" I ask, the elevator doors open, and we both enter.

"It was good, Uncle Dre was there as well." Leaning on the wall, he responds.

"I don't suppose he ever misses a training day with you," I point out glancing at him.

As the doors opened, he chuckles and leans off the wall. We stepped out and went our separate ways, with me headed directly towards the kitchen.

I walked down our long spiral staircase, when I got to the bottom, I took off my heels since my feet were starting to hurt. I took them in one hand and started walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

The lights were already turned on, indicating that someone had already entered the room, and I was correct as I witnessed the most agonising image for my not-so-naive eyes.

"You have a room, please use it." I sigh, looking away from my two so-called parents, who act as though their two teenaged kids deciding to have a full-fledged make-out session in the kitchen.

Mum gasps and breaks free from Dad's grip. From the corner of my eyes, I catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes at her and leaning against the counter.

"Landon, I told you someone was going to walk in." Mum mumbles smacking his shoulder.

I smile discreetly as I take the water bottle from the fridge and close it.

Mum approaches me and pulls me into her arms, whispering, "You look hot," and I smile at her words.

I kiss her on the cheek and lean away from her before cracking open the bottle and soothing my thirst.

"How did it go?" From across the kitchen, Dad asked.

I held my thumb up, "It went well, he didn't last long," I said.

He smirked and leant off the counter, "Knew he wouldn't, weak fucker."

"I didn't even have to fight him off, he just died instantly," I grinned as I walked out of the kitchen.

He shrugs "Yeah, he was only good with technology," he mumbles before turning to face mum.

That was my indication to leave and return to my favourite place on the planet, my room.

I walked straight to my room after descending the flight of stairs. I flung my shoes to the side and shut the door behind me once I'd made it in.

I sighed and walked into my built-in bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I adored my room for a variety of reasons, one of which was its size. I had my own room with a king-sized bed, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom that was double the size of a regular bathroom.

Nicolo had a room that was identical to mine but with a darker design.

I strolled up to the mirror and began to undress. The silken, navy blue, short dress I was wearing effortlessly slipped off of my body.

My body was a source of pride for me. I stayed in shape by going to the gym at least once a day to maintain my fitness. My eating habits were fine, but I won't lie and say I don't consume far too many burgers in a week.

My gaze fell to my breasts, which were large, perky, and nicely sat up. My gaze shifted from my little waist to my wide hips and thighs. My figure was something I was very proud of, and it was also something that many others admired.

I had mid-length hair that was jet black in colour, identical to my father's, and soft natural curls that I inherited from my mother.

I had two small tattoos, one on my finger and one just under my right breast.

Nicolo and I had received matching tattoos, and the one on my finger was among them. It wasn't anything significant, but we were both bored and decided to visit a family friend's tattoo studio. Then there's the one under my breast from a drunken dare with one of my best friend's, Kara, a year ago.

I also have a nose piercing and a belly piercing, both of which I adore.

I stepped into the steaming shower and let the hot water wash over me. I wash my skin and cleanse it with my regular body butter. After showering, I had changed into my matching satin pyjama shorts and a top before slipping into my black satin bedding.

If you hadn't noticed, I had a soft spot for silk.

I shut off the lights and leant back in my bed, allowing my mind to wander off into the unknown.