Mafia's Virgin Stripper

ngerous looking man from the warehouse, Maria now sat atop a bed

ried out by the same men that had pointed guns a

even know w

- the men's boss? - ordering them. "And don't

in her life before, and the strip club had given her a lot of experiences whe

the room and heard the door lock, Maria h

or her damned stupid brother who dealt with these sort of shady people, a

ced with nothing b

bed; finally deigning to look

aced it th

- her favorite nightgown stained with dirt and he

er than that to wear, she asked herself

checked everywhere in the room and found nothing. Only if she w

for the other door in the r

.

ore him. Alex Zane, tied to a chair and even more beaten and bruised than b

spat at his victim, before strai

more thin

he thought w

when his man carried out the background check. She just looked so fucking innocent, it made him want to s

k, not for his pleasure. After all, her brot

.

erly sat on, now dressed in the black flimsy lace and satin set

ashing suit and as soon as he saw he

a growl, taking a step towards her. She too

he started speaking moments later. "I

, but couldn't dare to say it out loud. It seemed from the amusement th

s me a sum of money. Rather, he tried to steal from me. And it doesn

his eyes hadn't left her even

h me?" She asked. "And what ki

is eyes glimmered as she asked that question told her it wa

like to keep secret for now. Un

ithout her knowing, he had come close. His hand grazed the lace st

ing for me to spare his life, he wouldn't be alive right now. And trust me, you likely would have joined him," D

of the mob

hing for your brother, righ

s hand out to her he would be able to get her into be

rs. "You will work for me. I hear you have

any shame about it. "Is that what you're talking abou

e a performer, not a mere stripper. And during the day... you will be mine. My woman. Mine to use

e her eyes wi