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.

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

"Come on, I can definitely take care of myself," Camilia said following the man who led her into the apartment. "It's nice here too," Camilia 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. Moretti wants from you." Isabella said with disgust.

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

"Yeah, no problem. Be well okay?"

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

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

"Your luggage 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, Paradise club tonight, and you should be prepared."

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

"I'm fine with Javier."

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

Camilia 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 Isabella. Sure they are going to spend all of it on vacation.

Camilia lay 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.

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

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

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

Camilia 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, Camilia knew she was ready for whatever task she had for the night.

She opened the bedroom door, and there stood Javier, 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," Javier 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.

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

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

"After you..." Camilia 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 Paradise Card?" The receptionist asked as soon as Javier walked towards her with Camilia, 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, Camilia thought, looking away from the receptionist after she had permitted Javier 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?" Javier asked as he watched Camilia take a glimpse at the caller.

"No, I can't." Camilia raised her head to look at him after seeing the caller ID was Isabella.

"You should meet me inside, I'd be waiting..." Javier said, giving her a final look before walking through 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, it seemed like the supposed strip club was a whorehouse to fuck and get fucked.

Camilia 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." Camilia 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.

Alexander DeLuca, the richest businessman in America, was standing right in front of her!

"Damm it."Camilia squatted as she took her phone from the floor, hoping 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, Alexander DeLuca asked with an expressionless look that just seemed to match his aura.

Damn was he good-looking?

"Yeah... Thank you," Camilia replied, about to walk away to return Isabella'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?" Alexander DeLuca directed the question at the receptionist this time and Camilia turned to look at the receptionist as if wondering what the lady would say.

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

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

"You're new here," Alexander said, his gray eyes meeting with Camilia'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; raw desire.

Alexander DeLuca 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 Camilia wish she were 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, Alexander DeLuca 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.

Camilia 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 in frustration.

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

"Do you wanna say you don't know who the great Alexander DeLuca 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?" Camilia asked taking a few steps towards the desk. "Because you aren't pretty? Or probably because he has never fucked anyone from Paradise before."

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

"Camilia?" That was Javier.

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

"She was almost taken home by Alexander DeLuca." The lady chipped in and a surprised look etched on Javier's face.

"Really? You met with Alexander?"

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

There was a real wild club. No doubt it wasn't a Paradise 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 Paradise, 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 the rich spoiled ones, smoking their lungs out and dancing with ladies who looked like models

Javier led Camilia 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. Camilia thought as she couldn't stop running her eyes around the pink and blue laser light club with different rooms that definitely led to the wealthy men's VVIP clubroom.

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

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

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

"Hi, I'm Antonia. Call me Tonia. The founder of Paradise." The woman beside Camilia introduced herself.

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

"Tonia 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," Javier explained, his focus on her.

Camilia 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 Javier nodded.

Hope she isn't going to murder that person later on... Camilia 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. Moretti 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... Alexander DeLuca?" Camilia cut in before he could complete his words and she watched Javier nod slowly.

"Fuck!"

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

Camilia blinked with curiosity. "Bianca?"

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