Chapter 3 The Target.

"Damm it." Abigail squatted as she took her phone from the floor, hooping the man, whom 90% of Americans recognized as a billionaire businessman, had started to walk away, but he wasn't taking any steps away from where he stood.

"Are you okay?" Surprisingly, Blake Knight asked with an expressionless look that just seemed to match his aura.

Damn was he good-looking?

"Yeah... Thank you," Abigail replied, about to walk away to return Scarlett's call when she heard him say.

"You work here?" Okay, he wasn't asking; he sounded so authoritative that he needed an answer immediately. "Is she a new stripper?" Blake Knight directed the question at the receptionist this time and Abigail turned to look at the receptionist as if wondering what the lady would say.

"Erh... She. She is." The stripper-looking receptionist answered, and Abigail glared at her.

Jose hadn't mentioned that she would be a stripper, even though why would she be in Lust other than working as a stripper?

"You're new here," Blake said, his gray eyes meeting with Abby's, and then she watched him rape her with his eyes, and there was what would always appear on every man's face whenever they saw her. Lust.

Blake Knight wouldn't be proposing to fuck her right now, would he?

"Virgin?" He asked out of the blue.

The way he pronounced that word suddenly made Abigail wish she was a virgin. She didn't even know how to reply to this man who seemed like one she shouldn't be messing with. He might look like a beauty god with his cologne that smelled of citrus and spices, yet behind every good facade lies a demon.

With a bored look, Blake Knight looked away from her as though he had lost interest in her. He walked away with two hefty-looking men following him from behind.

Wait, she didn't just see a gun tucked in the pocket of one of the hefty men.

Abigail thought as she watched them disappear from the door that was closed by the bouncers.

"Dang! Why the hell did you act so dumb with him!" The receptionist shouted frustrated.

"What?" Abigail asked as she shot her a look.

"Do you wanna say you don't know who the great Blake Knight is?" She asked with an envious yet angry look. "If you had shown interest, perhaps you'd have made both of us a millionaire tonight." She spoke.

"Why isn't he interested in you?" Abigail asked taking a few steps towards the desk. "Because you aren't pretty? Or probably because he has never fucked anyone from LUST before."

"Hell yeah. He has never been interested with our strippers and slut as he was a few minutes ago with you..."

"Abigail?" That was Jose.

Abigail looked away from the receptionist to Jose who walked out from the door. "What's taking you so long?"

"She was almost taken home by Blake Knight." The lady chipped in and a surprised look etched on Jose's face.

"Really? You met with Blake Knight?"

"It's nothing serious..." Abigail responded. "Let's go, shall we?" She asked after glaring at the receptionist, and Jose nodded, leading her into the door.

There was the real wild club. No doubt it wasn't a Lust strip club. Unlike where she used to work, some slut would have positioned themselves at the entrance trying to seduce some customers, but here in Lust, each booth seemed to be for VIPs only, with a strip pole at each of their booths and a stripper dancing, giving lap dances or maybe a submissive head with music playing.

The middle seemed to be for the dance floor, with few people definitely for rich spoilt ones, smoking their lungs out and dancing with ladies who looked like models

Jose led Abigail over to the upper floor, where he showed the bouncer a card or something, and they were allowed to enter. Now here was definitely for the VVIPS. Abigail thought as she couldn't stop running her eyes around the pink and blue laser light club with different rooms that definitely led to wealthy men's VVIP clubroom.

Jose opened a door and she was led into the room, seeing a man and a woman whose gaze were on her.

"Take a seat," Jose said, and she had her seat on a single-seater couch. "As you all know she was the one chosen by Mr. Rizzo. And she would start to work as a stripper right here." Jose stated.

Is that what she will be doing to earn $50 million? Abigail thought to herself.

"Hi, I'm Linda. The founder of LUST." The woman beside Abigail introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you," Abigail said, now wondering what the real mission was. Why's she always having meetings with higher-profile ones? Are these people also in the Mafia? "So... What's it, Jose?" Abby asked.

"Linda will be responsible for making you a personal stripper to our target, and once you can seduce him in bed, the mission will officially kick start," Jose explained, his focus on her.

Abigail breathed out as she tried not to act confused. "Wait a second... So after maybe sleeping with the target, then the main mission will start?" She asked and Jose nodded.

Hope she isn't going to murder that person later on... Abigail thought.

"So who's the target?" She asked, crossing her legs, trying not to make her eyes twitch as that always happened whenever she was feeling nervous.

She already took the offer from Mr. Rizzo no going back as they had said.

"He is part of the Mafia, although normal people know him as a self-made billionaire. He shouldn't have seen you tonight until you were assigned to him, but anyways---"

"Wait... Blake Knight?" Abigail cut in before he could complete his words and she watched Jose nod slowly.

"Fuck!"

That's when Linda spoke up, from where she'd been quietly sipping her drink like royalty. Her voice was cool, but sharp. "The last girl who caught Blake's interest? She ended up at his mansion. Ursula Knight found out. A week later, the girl was missing. Cops said it was drugs. But anyone who knows Ursula... Knows better."

Abigail blinked with curiosity. "Ursula?"

Linda's eyes didn't move. "His wife. And if you think Blake's dangerous... She's worse." She said in conclusion.