How To Trap A Mafia Daddy

Fifty million dollars. That was the offer on the table tonight. Enough to change Camilia's life forever-or ruin it completely.

"You're meeting with Mr. Moretti tonight?" Isabella asked, stepping into Camilia's bedroom.

"Yup. He's got a deal to offer me." Camilia answered, brushing a curl behind her ear.

"The one worth over fifty million?" Isabella folded her arms, already suspicious.

"Correct." Camilia turned to look at her sister, who-unlike her, had brown hair. "Just imagine what that kind of money could do for us."

Isabella frowned. "And you really think he's giving you that for free?"

Camilia smirked. "Come on. You know how rich he is. Fifty million to him is pocket change."

Isabella didn't look convinced, her voice dropped laced with something like fear. "You know the last girl who took Moretti's offer disappeared, right? No calls. Nobody. Nothing."

Camilia paused for a second. Then she mentioned. "In a different Isabella. I can take care of myself." She replied masking how much her sister's word meant to her.

"I made dinner."

"I'm running late, sorry I can't..."

"Ahhh, you're unbelievable, Camilia." Isabella groaned as she walked out of the bedroom.

Camilia opened the drawer where her eyes met the gleaming crest pendant. She didn't even know why she was still keeping the necklace instead of selling it and making themselves quite comfortable because she was sure the necklace might be worth thousands or even millions of dollars.

She closed the drawer, choosing not to wear the necklace that night.

After seeing herself in the mirror, Camilia knew how much prettier she always looked in such a skimpy dress as this.

She stood up, slung her green mini bag over her shoulder, and walked out of her bedroom.

"I'd be on my way, Isabella." She called out as soon as she walked into the living room.

"Be careful! Call if anything goes wrong, babe." Isabella shouted from the kitchen.

"Okay!" Camilia responded as she walked out of the house.

The Uber that she had asked Isabella to order had already arrived. She walked over to the car and slid in, shutting the door from behind, and the driver drove off.

Unlike every other night, when she went to a club to pole-dance or give lap dances to wealthy clients. This time, she was on her way to what responsible ones would call a business meeting, but she wasn't even dressed like one going to a business meeting; she still kept her stripper facade.

Mr. Moretti, whom she had known for months, might want something else after discussing whatever with her.

The Uber driver suddenly pulled to a stop, and when Camilia took her gaze away from her phone, she realized they had already arrived at the hotel where she was to meet the man.

"I'll be making a transfer," Camilia told the man as she paid for her charges via a bank app.

She alighted from the car and went ahead to text Isabella, a worried 'mommy' as she always addressed her, that she had already arrived at where she was to meet with Mr. Moretti, and it took a few seconds for Isabella to text back that she shouldn't stay out late.

"Hello?" Someone called, and Camilia raised her head to glance at the person who demanded her attention. "Miss Camilia Kane?" The man dressed in a black suit asked.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Moretti asked me to escort you." He said, and Camilia nodded a bit as she threw her phone into her bag.

"Okay?"

She followed the man into the hotel, where they headed for the elevator. As soon as the elevator opened, the man continued to escort Camilia until they arrived at a door where two men dressed as bodyguards stood, and the man who had escorted her instructed that she go in as that was where Mr. Moretti was.

Camilia opened the door and walked into the room that looked like a dining room, or was it?

A long table with a variety of foods and drinks. Mr. Moretti wasn't even the only one in the room... There were equally men who were seated with the same aura as Moretti, all looking as though they were his allies.

"We've been waiting for you." Mr. Moretti called and Camilia smiled a little at the man in his late sixties. "Please have your seat." He gestured to an empty chair, with his Russian accent as pronounced as his surname.

Camilia had her seat, trying not to seem dumbfounded by the atmosphere of the room. She had thought she was just going to meet Moretti alone, but she hadn't even imagined meeting these men staring at her as though she was some kind of hope to their syndicate from not falling or something.

"Let me officially introduce myself to you." Mr. Moretti started. "As you already know me for the past month, I'm wealthy enough to give you the money I promised if you get a task settled."

"I'll get it settled," Camilia replied almost interrupting him.

Mr. Moretti smirked. "Yeah, that's why I chose you instead of your sister who ran away with you from her parents---"

"I'd appreciate you continuing." Camilia cuts in, and the rest of the men present dare to glance at her as if questioning her audacity. But she wouldn't tolerate hearing the man stylishly insulting Isabella.

For sure, he didn't like Isabella, and neither did Isabella-she never liked Mr. Moretti. She said the way he looked at people gave her chills. Camilia didn't care. She was tired of scraping by-tired of pretending she was safe when they both knew safety was an illusion.

"We are not just typical business people. We are part of the Russian Mafia, and we are the Volkov crime family." As he said this, a sly smile spread across Camilia's face as she crossed her legs.

"Interesting. Nice to meet you, families." She greeted the people present more formally now. "So what does the Volkovs want from me?"

"Nothin' much..." Another man chipped in; he was seated beside Mr. Moretti. "You won't be working at the cheap club anymore and will be moving out of Los Angeles to the Paradise strip club in New York. More details will follow thereafter." The man who seemed like a right-hand man gave out the instructions.

"Working at Paradise isn't a bad thing, it's really hard to even be a customer there not to talk about being a worker..." She paused. "But I do wonder what my mission would be if I started working there." She leaned forward. "To have s*x with maybe an enemy of yours and get it videoed?"

"We appreciate your zeal, Camilia. But it will be better if you don't get ahead of yourself." The man who had spoken said it like a warning.

"You are already part of us Camilia, no backing out. Someone will be picking you up tomorrow, and you aren't permitted to take anyone along."

"Not even Isabella?" Camilia asked, eyes narrowing.

Moretti's grin dropped. "Especially not Isabella."

Something in his tone chilled her-but it was too late to walk away now.