THE RUSSIAN MAFIA'S ANGEL

Ares opened the note, and it was just five words written in it.

Five words that could have easily been communicated via a phone text, phone call, email, or any other modern way.

The message wasn't just in the note. It was in the boldness of sending one of his boys into Ragazza.

Ares made a disgusted sound at the back of his throat, unamused by the content of the note.

Folding it back, he pushed it into his coat pocket, just as the door opened.

A girl entered first, and although he didn't recognize her, he leaned forward.

"Where's the other?" He asked the guard that ushered her in.

"Ivar is working on it, Boss," he replied.

"Alright." He crossed his legs again, as he reclined into his seat.

In the dressing room of the strippers, Ivar strutted in.

"Why are you here, Ivar?" Luciana, who was just at the entrance, blocked him from going any further.

He whistled on seeing her. "I've never seen you look this way before," he said.

"What way?" Her nose wrinkled as she stared at herself.

"There's just some elegance to you, and I won't exactly call a stripper elegant."

Her hand was in the air before she could stop herself.

Smacking him across the face, she took a cautious step backwards, just in case he was compelled to retaliate.

Ivar moved his jaw from side to side, as he smiled through the pain.

"I deserved that," he confessed.

"Damn right you did. Talking like Sullivan. The fuck is wrong with you?" She hissed.

"I'm sorry, Lucy. You look good though," he said.

"Thank you. Now what do you want?" she asked, eyeing him.

"Sasha," he replied.

"I heard my name!" The blonde bombshell said in a loud voice.

Stunned by how she had heard her name from that distance, Lucy turned her head around.

"Did someone call my name?" Sasha said, already walking towards them.

Ivar was blown away by how seductive she looked walking to them.

There was something different about the strippers. He just couldn't place his hand on it.

Because the way he saw it, there was no way he was this affected by women he saw practically everyday.

Sasha's loud sashay towards them had gotten the attention of the other girls.

Their eyes trailed towards the entrance, as they wondered what one of the boss's closest men wanted from Sasha.

Luciana was the only one bold enough to ask what everyone was thinking.

"What do you want from her?" She asked.

"Careful Lucy, you sound a little Jelly," Sasha teased, as she stopped in front of them.

Luciana scoffed. "You wish!" She rolled her eyes.

"Ladies, not now. I actually want nothing from her. The boss wants to see her."

The girls gasped in unison. In a split second, the whispers graduated into full blown discussions about what the boss wanted from Sasha.

Sasha couldn't wipe off the smile on her face. She knew it was only just a matter of time before she caught the boss's attention.

She didn't know it would be this soon. And they dared to tell her the boss was not attracted to blondes.

"What does he want from me?" She asked as if she was not creaming her pants with excitement.

"I don't know, but you'd have to follow me to find out," Ivar replied, almost feeling sorry for her.

He could tell she felt smug. Like she was better than everyone for catching the attention of the boss.

If only she knew what was about to hit her, he thought.

"The boss really wants to see her? Why didn't he ask me to bring her to him? Why did he send you to her?" Luciana asked in confusion and a little bit of envy.

She had always known Sasha had a real chance to be spotlighted. She just didn't think it would be so soon, and from the boss himself.

"That's not a question I can answer, unfortunately. Let's go, Sasha."

"Right behind you, handsome," she drawled provocatively. "See you later girls!" She said behind her shoulders.

Swaying her hips as she walked away, she kept a smile on her face.

Luciana watched them leave, her nails almost drawing blood as it dug into her palms.

"I can't believe I get to talk to the boss privately. This feels like a dream come true," she yapped as they walked.

Ivar rolled his eyes. For such a pretty girl, it was such a shame she was so obnoxious.

He couldn't wait for the look on her face when she realized she wasn't going to hear from the nice side of the boss.

The guard at the door opened it, and Ivar stepped in.

Sasha followed right behind him, her palms sweaty from excitement.

Her breath caught against her chest the second she saw the boss seated on a chair, with his legs crossed, and his head bowed.

It was the infamous pose she heard about. This would be the first time she saw it in person.

She couldn't wait for him to lift his head. She heard that was the best part of the pose.

When the light hit his face, and—

Her thoughts trailed to a stop when she saw one of the kitchen girls on her knees.

The smile on her face disappeared, and her heart started to pound loudly against her chest.

As she returned her attention to Ares, his head slowly began to lift up.

The look she expected to see when he was fully upright wasn't what she saw.

Instead, the dark fire in his eyes could burn a thousand bodies.

She took a step back, but paused when she bumped into someone.

"It's rude to take a step back in front of the boss, don't you think?" Ivar whispered into her ears from behind.

She stood frozen in place, as Ares regarded her from her head to her toe.

The first thing he noticed was her blonde hair. He wasn't particularly fond of that, so it only made him more irritated.

"I want your knees to kiss the ground," he said in his casual nonchalant tone, but when she looked into his eyes, there was nothing casual about the disgust she saw.