Page 3 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“I agree. The question is how?”

“I know someone who can get entry into any club in New York. We just have to confirm which one he’s in.” Vivian said, grabbing her phone from the nightstand.

“It says on the file that he’s barely out in social gatherings.” I pointed out.

“He didn’t become the ruthless Mafia Don he is by staying indoors. He’s probably very private,” she replied, tapping away at her phone.

I could see the wheels in her head practically smoking. While she was the most introverted person I knew and hated social interactions, Vivian had always been very intuitive and good with picking patterns and details others would ignore.

It’s why Father had her become a certified psychologist and away from the limelight, unlike the rest of us. It’s also why shewas the first person I called on whenever I needed help to put together a flawless plan.

“So, I just got a reply from my source,” she said, putting her phone away. “Mikhail is currently at The Rave, a club of his here in Manhattan. The problem is, it’s extremely exclusive with a narrow client list.”

“We better get dressed then. We have a party to attend,” I said, making my way to her wardrobe.

“Did you skip on the part where I said the club was strictly exclusive?”

“Father made sure there’s very little limit to where I can enter; perks of being a spy,” I shrugged, grabbing a short dress from the wardrobe.

“And you say you’re not his favorite,” she sighed, dragging herself to her vanity.

“If by favorite you mean the most dispensable, then you’re right.”

Vivian picked a short black dress and the tallest Louboutin heels I had ever seen, and we were dressed and ready to go.

The ride to the club was fast and consisted of me taking deep breaths and considering my best options and all the ways things could go wrong.

It was an exercise I loved to perform so I could be prepared for the worst-case scenario. In my line of work, surprises were the worst and could cost you your life. The car finally came to a stop after twenty minutes, and I took a deep breath beforeopening the door and getting transported to New York’s exciting nightlife.

The club was a sleek blend of modern architecture and marble walls with glass panels reflecting the light from the street. Two bouncers flanked the entrance, their imposing frames keeping imposters away and determining who gained entrance into the building.

We were able to cut through the little queue in front using my membership card and were quickly ushered into the bustling interior filled with patrons and entertainers alike.

“Remind me again,” Vivian said, grabbing my elbow as we walked into the club. “How do you intend to pull this off? I don’t see him here.”

“Don’t be obvious, but you see those glass walls up there?” I replied, leaning into her. “That’s the VIP section, and I bet you a million bucks Mikhail is in there.”

“That’s a bold claim,” she said, scrunching up her nose.

“That’s why I’m the one with the spy job. You see, when the glass get double-tinted, it means something very important is happening behind them, but they still want to have access to the entertainment down here. Pick a man.”

“Huh?” Her eyes snapped at me.

“I said pick a man. I can’t cause a scene by myself. He has to look dangerous but stupid, like a rockstar who peaked in high school.”

“That one,” she gestured with her eyes. “With the skinny jeans and leather jacket with tattoos peeking through his shirt.

“Perfect. You enjoy yourself and wish me luck.” I blew her a kiss and shooed her away.

I tossed my hair around a bit, lowering the neckline of my red dress and puckering my lips. I was ready for action.

“Hey, handsome.” My voice dropped to a low, sultry tone.

He turned to me, his eyes widening as they landed on me. I’ve always heard I had the best cat eyes and a body to go with it. I was pretty used to men acting like dogs around me.

“Hey, gorgeous.” His eyes touched every part of me, and if I hadn’t been on duty, I would’ve punched the lights out of him.

I traced my hand gently around the outline of his leather jacket. “So, here’s the deal. I’ll go up there.” I said, pointing at the stage, “And I’ll dance for a bit, then you’ll come join me. We’ll dance a little, and I’m going to pull away, but you’ll try to drag me out of the club with you. And when you’re done, you’ll walk away with five thousand. How does that sound to you?”

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