Devious Games With The Mafia Lord.

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

"You're meeting with Mr. Rizzo tonight?" Scarlett asked, stepping into Abigail's bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Scarlett didn't look convinced, her voice dropped laced with something like fear. "You know the last girl who took Rizzo's offer disappeared, right? No calls. No body. Nothing."

Abigail paused for a second. Then she mentioned. "In different Scarlett. 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, Abby." Scarlett groaned as she walked out of the bedroom.

Abigail opened the drawer where her eyes met with 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, Abigail knew how much prettier she always looked in such a skimpy dress as this.

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

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

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

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

The Uber that she had asked Scarlett to order had already arrived. She walked over to the car and slid in, shutting the car 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. Rizzo, 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 Abigail took her gaze away from her phone, she realized they already arrived at the hotel where she was to meet the man.

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

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

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

"Yes?"

"Mr. Rizzo asked me to escort you." He said, and Abigail 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 Abigail 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. Rizzo was.

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

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

"We've been waiting for you." Mr. Rizzo called and Abigail 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.

Abigail had her seat, trying not to seem dumbfounded by the atmosphere of the room. She had thought she was just going to meet Rizzo alone but she hadn't even imagined to meet 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. Rizzo 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," Abigail replied almost interrupting him.

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

"I'd appreciate you continue." Abigail 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 Scarlett.

For sure, he didn't like Scarlett, and neither did Scarlett-she never liked Mr. Rizzo. She said the way he looked at people gave her chills. Abigail 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 Morano crime family." As he said this, a sly smile spread across Abigail'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 Moranos want from me?"

"Nothin' much..." Another man chipped in; he was seated beside Mr. Rizzo. "You won't be working at the cheap club anymore and will be moving out of Los Angeles to LUST 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 LUST 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 will be my mission 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, Abigail. But it will be better if you don't get ahead of yourself." The man who had spoken said like a warning.

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

"Not even Scarlett?" Abigail asked, eyes narrowing.

Rizzo's grin dropped. "Especially not Scarlett."

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

"I feel uneasy now that you're gone," Scarlett said from the phone.

"Come on, I can definitely take care of myself," Abigail said following the man who led her into the apartment. "It's nice here too," Abigail added as she ran her eyes around the apartment. Sure it was an expensive one.

"Call me if anything doesn't seem right, oh! And I'll start planning on moving over there. God knows what Mr. Rizzo wants from you." Scarlett said with disgust.

"Come on, Scarlett. I'm here already. I wonder what you and Mr. Rizzo have against each other." Abigail spoke and she could imagine her sister shrugging. "I gotta go now."

"Yeah, no problem. Be well okay?"

"Sure darling," Abigail responded as she hung up the phone.

For nearly ten minutes, Abigail had been on the phone with Scarlett, whom she affectionately called her sister, despite not being biologically related. Scarlett's parents had been her foster parents, but she and Scarlett had run away from home to live their lives as they pleased.

"Your luggages has been arranged." The one who had been hired to act as her assistant announced. "If you need anything, please let me know. The boss had also instructed that you will be paying a visit to, LUST club tonight, and you should be prepared."

"No problem," Abigail replied as she turned to go but stopped glancing at the man with brown hair. "And you are?"

"I'm fine with Jose."

"Jose." She nodded walking away to the bedroom that was meant for her. She might just start living a luxurious lifestyle concerning how beautiful the apartment is and the fact that Mr. Rizzo had hired some fashionista to purchase some dresses for her on her way here just seemed like she was living a princess lifestyle.

Abigail looked over the dresses in the closet, whatever mission it was that she was going to do, she was going to do it clean. Imagine how much $50 million will change the lives of her and Scarlett. Sure they are going to spend all of it on vacation.

Abigail laid on the bed after gazing through the dresses.

Her life has been fun-filled. Partying, clubbing, and had she even had any interest in dating? If she wanted a d**k, she would get an even wealthier man's c**k down her throat. This was the life she was sure ladies like her dreamt of.

Abigail dozed off, the air conditioner chilling the room. Her sleep felt like an eternity, but it was interrupted by knocks on the doot and Jose entered.

"Miss Abigail," Joe called as he saw that Abigail was half awake already. "You should be getting ready; it's close to 8 pm." He informed.

Abigail stretched her hands yawning. "Okay..." She replied sleepily. "Give me a few minutes." She said and Jose excused her, closing the bedroom door.

Abigail got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, where she ran a quick shower before changing into a green top with a halter style and low-rise shorts with garter belt straps.

With a satisfied expression at her dressing, Abigail knew she was ready for whatever task she had for the night.

She opened the bedroom door, and there stood Jose, who was about to knock on the door. "I'm ready." She told the man who dared not run his eyes on her half-exposed body.

"The car is waiting," Jose said as he led the way out of the house to the roadside where the car was.

He opened the car door for her, and she slid in. He sat beside the driver, and as soon as he was seated, the driver drove off.

Abigail stared at the buildings of New York from the window. Sure, it was a massive city with beautiful nightlife. The air fanned some strands of her curly blonde hair.

The car pulled to a stop, and Jose alighted from it, opening the car door for her. What does she owe this pleasure? Abigail thought as she hopped out of the car, glancing at the one-story building with a pink and blue neon sign that reads "LUST" and a red awning over the entrance with a walkway leading to the door.

"Please..." Jose brought her attention back to him with his hand, which seemed to be asking that she should follow him.

"After you..." Abigail uttered and they both entered the building.

At first, it was a lobby that looked like the one that would be in a hotel, with a receptionist behind the table and two bouncers standing at the front of a door.

"Your Lust Card?" The receptionist asked as soon as Jose walked towards her with Abigail, who looked away from the bouncers to the receptionist, dressed in a skimpy dress. No doubt she wouldn't be offering head behind those desks of hers, Abigail thought, looking away from the receptionist after she had permitted Jose to enter. Meanwhile, the bouncer was already getting ready to open the door for them when her phone rang from the small purse in her hand.

"Can you take that later?" Jose asked as he watched Abigail take a glimpse at the caller.

"No, I can't." Abigail raised her head to look at him after seeing the caller ID to be Scarlett.

"You should meet me inside, I'd be waiting..." Jose said, giving her a final look before walking into the door that she assumed to be the club where celebrities and high-profile men get their eyes feasted with lust.

In fact, with the look of things, seemed like the supposed to be strip club was a whorehouse to fuck and get fucked.

Abigail took a few steps to answer the phone, not even looking where she was heading as she was focused on the ringing phone. She bumped into someone, a man to be precise because there was no way a woman would be so fit around the stomach.

"Good God." Abigail raised her head to glance at the man who had made her phone fall and wasn't even apologizing yet.

When their eyes met, she found herself speechless. There was no way she was seeing things right.

Blake Knight, the richest businessman in America, was standing right in front of her!

"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.