"She is both,
Hellfire and holy water.
And the flavor you taste
Depends on how
You treat her"
-Unknown

Our actions are obviously illegal. Selling drugs and weaponry internationally and nationally. Money laundering, commissioned crime, narcotic business, auctions, undercover work, heists, political favors, arms dealing... you name it.

Murders also comes with the job description, it's inevitable.

Anything you can think of, we do it.
What else would you expect from the most powerful Mob in the world?

However, we also have legitimate businesses to fall back on to cover our not so legal business.

Clubs, brothels, hotels and restaurant chains. They're the perfect cover up. They also help to expand business and infiltrate potential threats.

With that being said, it also keeps the cops off our back.

We're unstoppable, only a fool would make us an enemy. The police, court and politicians are all on our payroll. Making us, untouchable.

This world is greedy and corrupt. There's nothing but a few pennies that help keep their mouths shut and eyes closed.

"Bina? You okay? You've been awfully quiet there."

Ruslan pulls my attention away from the car window and towards him.

"If you want me to insult you just ask. I'll be more than happy to let you know how much your smoking habits disgusts me."

I look at him confused as I see a tinge of pink rising from his ears and to the rest of his fair skin.

"Shit. Don't cry, what's up with you? I didn't even start insulting you yet." I look up to him to see his eyes glued on my chest.

"Why are you dressed like that?" He forcibly averts his gaze back to my face.

I look down to see the trench coat now open with just the knot of the belt being the only bit of security, my boobs pressed against the tight corset and the flesh of my thighs poking out the lacy tights.

"Get used to it Ruslan." I roll my eyes, unknotting the belt.
"I already told you I'm stripping now."

"I thought you was joking!"

"I'm way funnier than that hon."

"Seriously Bina. You haven't been around the men that come to the Kamchatka. They are a bunch of horny pricks that need to pay to get their dick sucked."

"What, like you?" I smirk at Ruslan to at least lighten up the mood.

He rolls his eyes right back at me, not giving me the satisfaction of arguing back. He knows he has no issue when it comes to getting a girl in bed.

Ruslan is an attractive man, I won't lie now.
And boy, does he know it!

"I told you I had no choice but to listen to what the Pakhan's bitch ordered. It was either this or leaving the Mob. And you already know the latter will never happen."

"Stubborn girl." Ruslan muffles as he turns to look outside the car window on his side, his mouth being covered by his hand and I peek to look through the gaps and see him bite into his bottom lip.

"We have arrived." Igor calls from the front.

I looked out to see the Kamchatka jam packed with brawny men wearing expensive suits; walking out from their luxurious vehicles, ranging from limousines to SUVs.

I've been to many brothels and clubs myself. But the Kamchatka is the one place I try my hardest to avoid. It's the most popular link up for the Mob, the only brothel which the Pakhan makes an appearance in.

The nerves begin to settle in as I look at Ruslan. He polished up nicely, wearing an all black suit that screamed dominance and assertiveness.

"Find the home address for Douglas O'Brien's and give it to Igor. We will be paying a visit to his family after I return."

"Already done, Bina." Ruslan winks.

From his rear view mirror, Igor gives me a subtle nod before coming out of the car and opening the door for me.

Just before I stepped out, I removed a rose from its pair and placed it inside my garter. It looks like it's on purpose, so no questions would be asked.

My eyes looked up to the midnight sky, welcomed by the familiar stars embroidered in the darkness.

Sighing, I tuck the trench coat under my armpits so I'm fully covered.

"You coming with?" I bend over and lean into the car to see Ruslan still seated.

"You go on over. I'll meet you inside I just need to.. take care of something." He clears his throat as he eyes me up quickly before shifting down his seat and spreading his legs out a little.

"As you wish." I scoff. Still got the same effect.

I shut the door behind me and begin confidently sauntering my way towards the entrance.

The clinking of my heels vibrated through my legs as I began to walk on the concrete floor, capturing the attention of men as they ogled me blatantly.

Smirking, I decided to give them a show. Pinning my shoulders back, I swayed my hips in a hypnotic yet discreet manner, my hands slowly rubbing against my sides as I poised my way towards the entrance.

The same bodybuilders that guarded the Pakhan's office now stood in front of me.

"You clean up nicely little lady." One of them smirked, nudging his friends besides him.

"Eat shit, asshole." I retorted. "Let me through."

"Not with that attitude. You ain't got Mr Pavlova here to stop us now." Puffing out their chests they start to step towards me.

"Oh yeah? How would the Pakhan react when he realizes you're stopping an employee from entering." With that I allowed my coat to open to reveal my minimal clothes.

Wolf whistles ringed around my ears as the two guards start clearing their throat and let me through without another word. I hummed in a way that says I thought so bitch as I brushed past them and towards the club.

The hall stank of rich bastards. Their corrupt nature seen through their inappropriate behavior of gambling and drinking.

Half naked waitresses ambled across the room, dressed in lingerie and a mask that at least saved them some dignity, serving alcohol and being a prey to lubricous eyes.

A thick coat of smoke blanketed the entire hall as the suffocating smell of drugs swarmed the atmosphere. The sounds of manly guffawing filled my ears as my eyes searched the premises in hunt of my victim.

Venturing further into the cavity of corruption, my eyes peered through the darkness before illuminating lights of red blue and yellow beamed continuously from above.

An uproar of cheering resonated from all around as the heated bodies become a product of inebriation.

Gambling machines sat temptingly around the sides of the theatre whilst raised platforms with skinny poles stood daringly in the middle of the room.

Erotic dancers slithered their slender bodies around the metal poles, enticing the hedonistic men that watched lustfully below.

I searched the faces of the aroused men, but they all looked the same.

Fat men with receding hairlines stared with their mouths wide open and eyes fixated on the preying girls batting their eyelashes seductively and bouncing their bodies sexually.

I scoffed incredulously.
Men and their hormones.

The only reason why we hire these girls and pick these costumes are only to satisfy the needs of these type of men.

And once they're satisfied, we get what we want.

Certain that the victim isn't amongst these lot, I decided to look into the private rooms.

Having to walk past the VIP arena, I knew for a fact that Dimitri may make an appearance here.

Keeping an eye out for his ugly face, I searched for the nuisance in the horde of limited clothing and drugs until they land on the familiar face of my victim.

He sat sandwiched between two ladies, one blonde and one brunette as they stoked his nearly exposed chest and draped their slim, naked legs over his bulky thighs.

His drugged state of mind allowing him to be easily manipulated as the ladies present him with a rolled up dollar and a line of white powder on a tray.

Bringing the paper underneath his nose, he snorted the substance effortlessly as a toothy grin made it's way to his face. He began to kiss the girl on his right openly, before planting his face on the other girl's exposed chest; the girls giggled overstatedly as they threw their head back in hilarity.

Already sick of his face, I was itching to kill; but I also didn't want to blow my cover.

My eyes looked for Dimitri's face once again before finding his familiar figure by the entrance.

He had just arrived.
That would mean that soon he would be greeting some people and discussing alliances for the next couple of minutes by the entrance before he makes his way in the VVIP private room that is secluded for him only.

I watched as a bearded man approached him with an open palm.

It's go time.

Just before I make it to my victim, my path was blocked by one of the strippers dressed in a black lacy outfit.

"Bina?" Lowering her mask, I look back at a pair of big hazel eyes surrounded by smokey eyeshadow that made their eyes shine.

"Chanel?" I question back unexpectedly as a pair of arms comes grappling into me.

"OMG it is you? There's no way! Where have you been stranger?"

Her head rests against my breasts as she pulls me into a hug. I could feel the knife digging into my boobs so I quickly grab onto her shoulders and push her away from me.

Shocked, her wide eyes look up to me questionably before a giant smile reaches her ears.
"You missed me haven't you?" She begins to smirk, wriggling her eyebrows.
"Trying to get a good look of your favorite stripper?" She begins pouting her lips and spinning herself around, holding up one of hands as though it was I twirling her.

She faces back towards me and her eyes begin to squint. They begin to travel down my body as she starts to piece what I'm wearing under the flickering lights.

"Zoo-wee-mama! You look hawt Bina!" She starts to flirt, chewing into her bottom lip seductively, but instead, she looked like a midget pedo.
"What? Are you a stripper now too?"

I roll my eyes and shrug my shoulders.
"Guilty." I press my lips tightly together and give her a curt nod.

Chanel Reyes has been a stripper for as long as I can remember. She's a bit of a chatterbox but has the purest heart and the most gentlest soul. Her story was that she was sex trafficked at the age of 11 and was sold to the Russian Mob.

I guess you can call us friends. She's the youngest stripper and we are of similar ages. There aren't many young girls in the Mob, especially of my speciality. But Chanel and I met one day at one of her performances, as I was there looking for some new recruits. She spotted me in the corner and came rushing to talk to me. The rest is history.

After forcing Ruslan to do some digging, Chanel was sold by her own parents into the trafficking syndicate and was bought by the Mob as a publicity stunt. Apparently buying little girls really builds your reputation as the world's most powerful mafia. It shows power, ruthlessness, domination, etc, etc.. blah blah blah.

Point being, she grew up stripping and she seems to enjoy it. So I guess it's a win-win situation for all.

"What happened to killing bad guys and being a badass reaper assassin?"

"Shh Chanel. You're being too loud!" I bend over to her level and cover her mouth with my hand, looking around us in case someone heard.

Her giggles are muffled by my hand so I move it away.
"Oops! Sorry! I forgot that was a top-MI5-spy-I'll-go-all-Jackie-Chan-on-you-if-I-get-caught-because-of-you secret!"

I roll my eyes at the phase she vividly recalled when I first told her about my side job.

"Whatever. Anyways, on a more serious note, I need to go to that VIP area." I point to the direction of my latest target.

"It's secluded to only Very Important People and strippers. Which you are- BOTH.. you're both very important AND a stripper." She grins proudly.
"But Bina, do you even know how to strip?"

"It's stripping. How hard can it be? You're asking me like I'm a fucking virgin or something. I know what men like."

"It shouldn't be too hard. They're just easy human beings that get pleasure from just looking at toes." Chanel shrugs her shoulders as though she pointed out the obvious.

"But if that is the case, go get them tiger!" She gives me two thumbs up and a cheering smile.

"Wait, before you go!" Chanel pushes her mask into my chest.

"All strippers wear masks. Stay safe." She smiles.

I take the mask from her hand and return her smile.
"Thank you." Her smile grew.

"I'll see you later?"

"You're going to be seeing a whole lot of me." I wave her off and saunter off to the pig.