Red Hot Affairs: The Billionaire's Pimp

PROLOGUE.

"Marcia, you can't be here anymore. It is too dangerous for you!" Griselda, the old lady who had been keeping her in hiding for weeks, whispered loudly.

It was already late, as late as three o'clock in the night, and Marcia had been awoken from her sleep by the old lady, only to be told that she couldn't be accommodated anymore. At first, she thought she was in a dream, but it was all real now.

Marcia stood to her feet. She was dressed in tattered clothing, and her hair had lost colour. She was pale and sickly, looking like she was a cancer patient.

"What is it, Griselda? Did I do something wrong? Did I measure the ingredients for your cake incorrectly? I promise I'll fix it tomorrow," She pleaded and tried to take the old woman's hand, but Griselda pulled away. "I know you're mad at me, but please, don't throw me out into the streets. It's too dangerous out there for me. You know I will be dead as soon as they find me."

Griselda sighed. "Child, I am not throwing you out because you did me wrong. You have always been good to me, mi carso, but you know, The Devil's claw has placed a bounty on your head."

Marcia reeled back in shock. "That's impossible."

"It is true, child. I heard it on my way back from the bakery, and many gangs are starting to search for you. Your name is everywhere, and so are your photos. They will search from house to house, and even if they have to tear it down to find you, they will! That is why I want you to leave before dawn!"

She felt her world crash to her feet. Staggering backwards, she sank into her bed and slipped her fingers through her hair as tears escaped her cheeks.

Just when she thought things were getting better. Just when she thought she was far away from her killers, just when she thought she could live a new life- they were here again, in search of her. They were never going to give up until they found her. She remembered the words in Tarantino's letter.

"I will not stop until I find you. And when I find you, I will start by plucking out your eyes from your angelic face. I will utterly ruin you till you wish you were dead. I will make the dead far better than you are."

Griselda placed a hand on her trembling body. "I have arranged a train ticket for you to the next city tonight. You will arrive tomorrow morning," She grabbed a bag from the table and handed it over to Serafina, whose face was already messed up with tears. "In this bag, there's enough money to carry you. Make sure you avoid public scenes till you are out of the city."

And so, Marcia set out into the dark of the night, avoiding the roads and passing through the dark, scary alleyways as she prayed to Mary to protect her from muggers and rapists and her enemies.

She hated her parents for this. She hated that they had left her alone to figure out something she didn't know. Until now, she had no idea why she was being chased after by the gang her father was once a member of, but she knew she had to keep running and running till she was safe.

Finally, she got to the bus stop and hailed a cab. Tossing the small bag, Griselda handed over to her, she looked around before slipping into the car.

Unbeknownst to her, one of the gang members who had been sent to search around for her caught the reflection of light on her face and quickly jumped into an SUV, tailing her to the nearest terminal.

Marcia rummaged through the bag Griselda handed over to her. There was money in there. A lot of it. Little food and water and then a gun. Marcia hid it in her belt, knowing that she would need it at a point in her journey, and when she finally alighted the cab, she paid him and began to hurry down to the train station.

But she noticed something. She was being followed by a man dressed in a black hoodie with a mask over his face. Her sixth sense told her this man was dangerous, so she began to weave through the crowd to lose him and finally escape.

But the man seemed to follow her wherever she went. She made quick payments, boarding a train for the next city before slipping on a cap she found and hiding her dark shock of hair underneath it.

She waited along with the others, besides a policeman, to keep the other man away, and as soon as it was time to board, she fell into line, waiting impatiently till it was her turn.

She tried not to look back, but the fear in her heart- the angry thud of her heart against her ribcage, the uncertainty of the fact that he might pull out a gun and shoot her right there refused to leave, so she immediately turned but was met by a pair of mesmerizing stormy grey eyes.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" He asked in the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard.

Marcia smiled and nodded. "Yes, I am. Thank you."

She turned back and faced the train. She still had a long way to go. She kept looking around.

"Are you sure? If you are in danger, speak so I can call the authorities."

Marcia forced a smile. Tears built up in her eyes, and her jaw trembled as she tried to speak. How could she tell this handsome man, who looked like he only knew riches and a good life, that she was being hunted after by a mafia gang who had placed a heavy bounty on her head?

He was probably on a vacation to Italy, and she didn't want to ruin that. "I am okay, thank you. It's nothing."

"I would like to agree, but I can see it in your eyes. You are afraid. What is your name?"

"Marcia."

"Marcia, you are safe, okay? I am right beside you, and nothing will happen to you."

She nearly hugged this stranger, but she didn't want to touch his very expensive coat with her worn-out dress. So she muttered a soft thank you.

And he did stay with her the whole time, slipping his hand into hers at one point and letting her sleep on his shoulders. The silence they shared was so natural.

When Marcia woke up, he was gone.

A dark-haired lady wearing a skimpy red dress and a pair of black Jimmy Choos pushed past a crowd of drunk, sweaty people, dancing and frolicking against the messy floors. Strobe lights danced around the room.

A drunken man stood in her way, smiling widely like a predator, wrapping his arms around her waist. He proceeded to speak with his alcohol-filled breath. "My, don't you look sexy tonight?"

Serafina was not in the mood to politely ask a stranger to let her be, so she pushed him to the side, and he crashed to the floor. Gasps were heard around, but she didn't care at this point.

She made a beeline for the bar and slipped into a stool, smiling at the bartender whose skin was marked with so many tattoos. He smiled at her.

"What would you be having, pretty lady?"

She smiled back at him, slipping her burgundy manicured nails into her painted lips. "I'd have bloody Mary, thanks."

"Target in sight." She spoke into the one-way voice link device attached to her ears as soon as the bartender turned away.

"Good. Make sure you carefully execute tonight's plans. You've never failed me. Don't do that tonight."

Serafina scoffed and bit back her rude words. "Of course. I won't make any mistakes."

She turned off the device and set her eyes on her target. It was a man in his early fifties, about five foot nine, dressed in a very expensive suit and surrounded by strippers who frolicked around him. Irish by birth but American by citizenship, he controlled logistics that shipped gold and other gems from Africa and worked secretly for the government.

Serafina took her cocktail glass from the bartender, picking up the paper he had slid towards her.

"Someone from across the club asked me to give it to you."

Serafina looked down to see digits scribbled on the paper and a side note: Call me. I'll take you wherever you want.

Laughing to herself, she squeezed the paper and tossed it to the ground, not minding to look for whoever had given her this. She had a more important target that she couldn't miss for dear life. Conor O'Neill was her ticket closer to getting a work permit here in America. It was all she needed to move freely and work legally.

Sliding her purse from the marble counter, she snapped it open-Rohypnol, a taser, a pen knife, pepper spray and finally, a sniper gun.

Intact.

Sliding out of her seat, she grabbed her drink and sashayed towards the booth where Conor sat with the ladies. She smiled when he looked up at her with interest and slid into the space beside him.

"Hello, handsome," She began in a sultry voice aimed at seducing him. This was the first stage.

He quickly dismissed the strippers and turned to her with a glass in his hand, adopting a provocative stance. "My, the Lord must have brought an angel to my seat because you look breathtaking."

She laughed softly, carefully. "You flatter me."

He took her hand in his and kissed each of her fingers while maintaining eye contact. This was going smoothly, just as she had expected. "I do not, pretty lady. I mean every word."

"Thank you." She tipped her glass at him and took a sip. "You must be having the time of your life. Being surrounded by naked, beautiful women and all."

"I don't think that matters anymore," He winked at her. "You're here beside me, and that's all I need."

Bastard.

For someone who had a beautiful wife and two amazing little girls, he was indeed a shitty man. She wished there was a way she could drop a message to his wife, telling her how much of a cheating husband he was. Sending photo attachments wouldn't also be bad.

But that wasn't her purpose here. She didn't care at all.

"Do you smoke?" Conor said as he slid out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

She nodded, slipped out a metal lighter from underneath her breasts and lit the butt of the Cigeratte for him. He smiled at her and nodded in approval, took a few puffs before handing it over to her.

They kept smoking till she felt his hand climb onto her thigh.

Yes. This was it.

Serafina didn't move. She kept smoking and laughing at what he was saying, and when he got fed up, he leaned towards her.

"I know we're just meeting for the first time," He whispered against her ears as he slid his hand deeper into her dress. "But I want you so badly. Every man around has been watching you, and I want to show them that I bagged such a beautiful woman. It's not so regular for a man like me to achieve that feat."

She tightened her legs around his hand and smiled at him. "A woman like me doesn't just fuck anyone. You don't have to be told, do you?"

He nodded impatiently. Serafina's hand slid towards his pants, moving up his thigh till she got to his fly and rubbed his bulge. She smiled. "You're so hard for me."

"Anything you want," He was breathing heavily now. His eyes had glazed over with lust and desire. Her eyes darted over to the bong seated on the table before them. If situations had been different, she would have crashed it on his head, leaving him with a concussion or something. With grit, she reminded herself that she needed to finish this job. "I'll take care of your bills, sponsor your vacations and anything you want. Anything. Just let me have you."

She pushed him back against the booth and slid into his lap. His hand stopped at the curve of her buttock. She slid her feet up and down his legs and rubbed her hands on his bulge, causing him to hiss. Her red lips grazed his cheek like feathers, and when she stopped at his ears, she whispered.

"I don't mind. Who would say no to such an offer?" She whispered. "I'll fuck you so good tonight, you'd wish you met me before your wife."

He blanched when she stood to her feet. "How did you..."

She smiled. "You look married. But don't worry, I won't spill the tea. Where's your suite?"

He pushed to his feet immediately and led the way. "Don't tell my wife, please. Who are you?"

She turned towards him. "My name is Serafina, and I promise not to let your secret out. We all have dirty secrets, and I promise to keep yours. And you know what my compensation for that would be?"

He nodded immediately and smiled nervously before touching her waist and leading her away from the club.

Somewhere in the dark, as Serafina was led away by the rich mogul who shipped gems, a cigarette was lit up, and someone materialized out of the dark.

"She works for Drake Trevor, boss. Do you want me to follow her?"

"No. Abort mission."

They had just gotten to the suite, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Conor grabbed her and pushed her against the wall as he crashed his lips into hers and began to kiss her.

Serafina was filled with disgust as Conor's lips ground against hers. He tasted of cigarettes and alcohol, a combination she so hated. He palmed her breasts, kneading like his life depended on it and causing her pain. She tried to push him off, but he was consumed by lust and desire.

"Do you know how long I've waited to have a woman as beautiful as you?" Conor whispered against her neck as he sank his teeth into her flesh.

She didn't want hickeys. Not from a man she was likely to kill, so she pushed him off and laughed, ignoring his look of surprise. "Tell me how long?"

"A very long time," He said and stalked towards her again. "My wife is very boring in bed. She's either always tired from work or from taking care of the kids or not just in the mood."

Serafina cleared her throat, not wanting to hear him speak about his wife. She pushed her dress down and walked towards the table at the room's northern end. "Drinks?"

"Hmm..." He came to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Serafina's skin crawled with disgust. She needed to take him out fast, as this was getting too much. "Why don't we savour each other?"

She picked the decanter of brandy. "I am wilder when I've had a bit of alcohol in my system. I'm sure you want that," She whispered in a sultry voice and ground her buttocks against his crotch.

"Is that so?" He said in a husky voice.

"Yep." She popped the last letter and poured them both drinks.

"I'll be right back. Gotta take a pee."

Serafina watched as he crossed over to the bathroom, and as soon as she heard the sound of keys clicking, she grabbed her purse and snapped it open, taking out the pill bottle containing the very strong depressant. She popped one pill and tossed it into Conor's drink, watching the alcohol fizzle as the drug dissolved. Finally, the drink looked like nothing had been inserted into it.

She immediately grabbed hers and began to drink. Conor came out of the bathroom and smiled at her, going over to grab the drink and take a sip from it.

"Tonight, we're going to have so much fun," He laughed. "And I think I'd love for us to meet again."

An evil smile crept into Serafina's lips. "Drink up. We have a long night ahead of us."

Throwing his head back, he gulped down the rest of the drink, and Serafina laughed before walking over to him and pressing her lips into his.

She noticed he began to weaken underneath her, his body soft like a vegetable as he staggered backwards. He looked at Serafina with shock in his eyes.

"What have you done, you bitch!" He cried as he crashed to the floor and tried to keep his eyes open.

She crouched to his level and patted his cheek softly. "Just go to sleep. I promise I won't be long, and by the time you wake up, you won't remember a thing."

Serafina tapped the device in her ear. "Target locked in."

"Good," Trevor said. "Now, you know what you're supposed to get, right? His black card. We need the details. The hacker is right beside me. We must be discreet about this so he doesn't trace this back to us."

"Sure," Muttered Serafina as she searched his suit for a black card. She found it inside his suit pocket and took it out before turning her flashlight as the room had gone dark. "I have the card with me."

"The card details."

Serafina called it out and waited while they wired a huge amount of money to their account. She finally replaced it and went on to steal his Rolex. This was going to be for her.

To create more distraction for her victim, she took out his phone, pressed his thumb on his fingerprint and sent a text message to his wife, informing her that her husband had been cheating on her.

Her job was done here. She grabbed her purse and hurried out of the room, looking less suspicious as she walked down the corridor.

As she rounded the corner, she bumped into a lady holding a glass of wine.

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry!" Serafina cried and sprinted, hurrying into the elevator before it closed.

The lady she had bumped into stopped and watched Serafina slide into the elevator before she made a call.

"She seems to be done with business for tonight. I'll check her victim out."

The drive back to the quarters took half an hour, and as she walked into the large building situated at the alleyway of the most notorious parts of New York, cheers were heard, and Confettis popped as Drake Trevor stepped out of the midst of scantily dressed women.

He pulled Serafina into a hug. "You made me proud."

"Uhm, this is not my first time, so why am I being celebrated?" Serafina asked as she grabbed a drink from one of the ladies.

Drake was smiling. He grabbed her cheek and looked into her eyes. "Today, we made the largest deposit from his bank account."

Serafina swallowed. "How much?"

"Seventy million dollars."

Serafina blanched. "What? That's massive!"

Drake laughed. "Of course, it is. You're going to be getting a huge cut from this. I am impressed."

"But isn't it too much and against our protocol of not taking more than a million dollars for each operation?"

"Conor O'Neill has much more and is willing to steal much more. He wouldn't even come after us if he eventually finds out."

"Why?"

"Because it is government money, and if he lets it out, he would be impeached and locked up in prison."

"Oh," Serafina muttered. "I guess we did the right thing."

Drake brushed his knuckles against her cheek and pushed the tendrils of her hair behind her ear. He pulled her close to him and brushed his lips on the side of her lips. She pulled away from him.

"Why are you playing hard to get?"

She backed away from him. "I'm sorry. I just can't. You're good-looking, but it's not just in me. I have to go."

"Arrogant bitch." Drake hissed as he watched her walk away from him. "She thinks she can play smart with me. I'll show her why I am Drake Trevor."