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The Mafia Glamour

NEW STORY ALERT!!!!! 💦THE 💦 MAFIA🔥🔥 Glamour 🥵🥵 (Rated🔞) PROLOGUE "Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are...... mine Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work fora strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server.
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Chapter 1

NEW STORY ALERT!!!!!

💦THE 💦

MAFIA🔥🔥

Glamour 🥵🥵

(Rated🔞)

Episode 1

🍒Isadora's POV🍒

"Isa!" Josie walks out of her room with a very small skirt, fishunet stockings and tube top on. She dresses like her personality puts out. Sassy, free spirited and crazy as hell. She walks out in front of me with a hand on an extended hip as she posed. "You ready?"

"I'm applying for a servers p0sition, not a stripper." I said mulling over the outfit she gave me. Short shorts withmaterial fringe at the cut off. rishnets and her lucky tank top that was ripped at the cleavage. One sneeze and my nipple may pop out. I feel like a poor excuse stunt double character for Daisy in The Dukes of Hazzard.

"A servers position at a strip club sweetie, Might as well dress the part, You get good tips that way" She grinned and gave me a flirty wink. sauntering past me.

"How are you so sure I'll even get the job?"

"You're tiny, cute and because I already had a tallk with the boss. We're under-staffed and need the help." She smiled grabbing her purse from kitchen counter. That sneaky little shit.

"Then why the hell did you let me get so nervous for an interview that was never guing to happen !? And why dress me like this?" I shouted. Ugh! Sometimes she makes me waant to cut her.

"You're adorable when you're flustered." She giggled and shook her ass out the door, "Hurry up or we're gonna be late! Boss hates it when you're late." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my things before locking the door behind me.

I get it....... and working at a strip club wasn't my first choice but, when you're down on your luck you take pretty much anything you can get. I grew up poor and in many different foster homes. When I met Josie, I was eighteen. The orphanages kick when you become of age. I understand but why be so damn heartless about it. Josie took me in and has been my best friend ever since. I practicaly owe her my life. She showed me the ropes how to survive on the street and has finally agreed to let me get a job. We buckled up and backed out of the driveway.

"So what's your pseudo name going to be?" She asked while keeping her eyes un the road.

"My what?" "You're about to have your first shift at a strip club, You need to have a fake name to protect your identity in case of perverts." She shook her head as if it was common knowledge everyone shoud know .

"If you had told me a week ago while l was applying for this job, I would have been better prepared."

"How about Kitty" she wiggled and squealed,

"why Kitty?" I asked unenyhusiastic. She crinkled her nose and made a kissy face at me.

"Cause you're just as cute as kitties."

"Call me cute one more time and I'm slapping all that red out of your hair:" I gritted.

She hisses at me and throws up her well manicured hands. "See what I mean? Just as feisty as a kitty too," She parks and turns off the car. She laughs, I laugh and I feel at home. She never takes anything I say to heart.

🍷The Silver Paw🍷

The Silver Paw is a busy club. It has a classy yet modern feel to it. Dim lighing and loud music blasting off the wall speakers. Modern furniture. nice tables and chairs, and a decent stage with clean looking poles. My expectations were far off. Ratted wallpaper. dirty catpet and poles that no longer shine due to the zero amount of times its been washed. We walk up to the bar and a skinny tattooed gentlemen tips his fidora at me. I immediately notice his neck tattoo. Hot.

"Hey there baby doll. You sure you're supposed to be in here?"He smirks at me.

"This is Isadora, Cass, The new girl I mentioned." Josie stepped in. He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it.

"Welcome to The Silver Paw." He lets go of my hand and winks. "A classy warm welcome to a strip club. That's new." He chuckled at me.

"What position did you apply for?" He asked while taking a tray and placing empty shot glassed onto it.

"Server." I stated. He bent down behind the bar and popped back up with a sexy little servers outfit. Handing it to me, he pointed to a door in the back.

"Get changed in there, When you're done, come back to the bar. Oh and uh, keep the fishnets." He winked. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the back.

*****

I walk back to the bar in this skimpy little outit. A tiny black skirt that barely covers my ass. These damn fishnets and a corset-like top that pushes my tits up to my throat. As I learn how to breath all over again, I find Cass casually pouring whiskey into four small glasses. Since I'm going to work here, might as well get to know my coworkers.

"So what does Cass stand for?" I asked Ieaning against the bar counter.

"Cassius." He smiled and continued to pour. He takes another tray out and neatly sets all four glasses onto it.

"You see that room over there with the red Curtains?" I looked over my shoulder and nodded.

"Take these drinks in there, set them on the table and come back" he ordered.

"So that's it?" I asked. He looked at me confused.

"Take drinks to a table and come back for more? This is my job?"

"Were you expecting something different for the job title of server?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and picked up the tray, making my way to the back room.

Sliding the curtains aside. I see four jaw dropping, sexy men sitting around the room. I walk over to the table and begin setting down the drinks. As I set the last one down, one of them spoke.

"Hey new girl, bring me my drink." Rude much? He could at least say please. I pick up one of the glasses and walk over to him. He was really gorgeous up close. He had chocolate brown hair combed to one side and a neatly trimmed beard.

I hand him the drink and turn towalk away when he slapped my ass. "Thank you sugar tits." He laughed talking a sip.

"Don't touch me and don't call me that." I spat at him, only making his smile widen more.

"Then what can I call you?" He asked.

"My name is Kitty:" I said

"Meooow!" Another man came up behind me and sniffed my hair. "She smells good too." They laughed. I quickly grabbed the tray and made my way back to the bar, watching Cass make margaritas.

"Who are those guys in chat room?"

"The Montez brothers." He said

"You say that Iike I'm supposed to know that already." I huffed.

"They own this place."

"All four of them !?" I shouted

"Five." He corrected. I raised a confused eyebrow at him. "I only saw four."

"Their brother Rafael is the top boss of this place. He must be running late." Oh I see, the boss hates you being late but for him iry's okay. One of those busses who doesn't like to lead by example. Great. Cass fills two glasses and sets them down on my tray.

"Take these to table five by the stage." I nodded and rabbed the tray. Tuning, I bump into something hard and drop the tray to the floor. Nearly toppling over onto the broken glass, I reached out and grabbed onto something sturdy but soft to the touch.

"For fuck sakes!" I look up and see a tall gOrgeous man towering over me with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He had thick black hair that was slicked back and gulden honey colored eyes. With his shirt halfway unbuttoned, I cold see peaks of tattoos on his chest, I quickly regained balance and pulled my hand away from his arm.

"Sorry sir." I said. He stares at me while I wait for him to respond. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I could have swear I saw him bite his lip and did damage the cigarette in the process. Fed up with the staring contest and him scanning my body I bend down and pick up the broken shards of glass.

"You must be the new girl. What's your name?" He asked. His voice sultry, deep and made goosebumps envelope my body. I pick up my tray full of broken glass and set it on the bar. Trying my hardest to avoid looking at him.

"Kitty." He smirks and leans in close to my ear.

"Be careful next time Kitten. Dirty my floors again and I will have to punish you" He smirks and walks away leaving me in a state of a shivering, puddling wet mess. I take a deep breath, shake off this feeling and get back to work.

💦Rafael's POV-💦

Damn she's beautiful. That cute face, tight body and that pcrfcctly curved ass. She's drop dead gorgeous and she probably doesn't even know it. I walk behind the curtains and see my brothers already started with the strippers. It takes them a minute to unglue their eyes from voluptuous shaking flesh, to notice me.

"Hey Raf! You missed her bro!" My brother Javier shouts as I take my jacket off and toss it on the couch. "Her who?" I asked, taking the lighter out of my pocket and sparking my cigarette.

"The new girl. She gave Ish some lip earlier." Alfonzo chuckled, slapping Ishmael on the arm. "I do love a woman who will talk back to me." He smiled.

"Don't mess with her again." I stated. They all awwed as I sat down.

"Does little Raffy have a crush?" Alfonzo cooed. "Callate la puta boca." I spat at him. (Shut the fuck up.)

"I wouldn't mind sloppy seconds with her when you're done Raf." Enrico chimed in. Not her. I've seen how my brothers treat their one night stands. He won't do that to her. Plus I don't like the idea of someone else touching her. I know nothing about her but my she has awoken my animal side .. and I am very territorial.

"I don't like to share hermanito, you know that." I smirked. (Little brother)

"Pussy whipped already Santi?" Alfonzo said making a whipping motion at me. Now he's crossed the line. I took out my gun, cocked it and put it in his face. He stared me down. Knowing full well that I wouldn't pull the trigger. I love my brothers. I would die for them but I still had to make my point clear. There is only one person on this earth that can call me that name, and that's our little sister Mirella. Only my princess may call me that.

"If I hear that name come out of your mouth again, I'll put you in the hospital brother." He smirked as I hostered my gun. "You baby her too much Raf." He retorted.

Of course I do. That's my baby sister. When she was born, mom let me hold her first. When I looked down at her sweet little face, I knew right then I would break any motherfuckers jaw who dare hurt her. "Of course I do and I always will." I said leaning back in my chair. Taking a puff of my cigarette and ashing it in the tray.

"Get that new girl in here, I need a refill." Enrico said holding his glass in the air. My jaw clenched.

"Brianna." I said snapping my fingers.

"Yes daddy?" She wiggled her ass up to me. I hate when she calls me that.

"Bring us a bottle of whiskey." I said. She nodded and left the room.

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