The Devil In The Form Of A Woman {{Private}}

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    Name: Maria Valdez

    Age(20-27): 25

    Personality: Because of her good looks and sweet smile she usually gets what she wants. If she can't get it by turning on her charms then she finds other ways to do it. Outwardly very charming and professional she is very good at talking with people and getting information she wants. Maria is also a bit vain and full of herself thinking she deserves more then she gets and always looking for the greener grass. She loves her family more then anything and would to absolutely anything for them.

    History(Optional): Coming from a poor family her family has almost had just enough to survive and not much more. Her mother did everything she could to keep her kids well cared for, but Maria started falling behind in school and made friends with the wrong people. It started out innocent enough with occasionally skipping school until one of her friends started working at a strip club and bragged about how much money she was getting. Maria wanted to have some money so she became one herself, which didn't go down well with her family. The money and attention went to her head. She has made up with her family, but she lied and made them think she isn't a stripper anymore

    Family/important friends:

    Linda Valdez (Mother)

    Marcus Valdez (Brother)

    Selena Valdez (Sister)

    RP Example (about a praragraph):

    The music and atmosphere was intoxicating. It was like some sort of validation for her. The cheering and money being thrown at her made her blood hum. A thin smile was painted in red across her fave as she blew a kiss to the crowd and strutted off, avoiding the spot where one of the new girls had gotten so nervous she had thrown up her guts on to the stage. Crinkling her nose in silent disgust this was one part of she didn't like so much. The place had the odor of alcohol and cheap perfume. As soon as she stepped off the stage her smile was gone and so was any buzz she had. Now she sluggishly moved to her bag. She stopped at the open office door that had full view to all the girls changing. Her stomach twisted as she had to move past the door so she could get to her bag. She suddenly felt like everything in her stomach was curdling as she felt the weaselly little man's eyes following her every move, which was made even worse by the tight outfit that left nothing to the imagination.

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    Appearance

    Name: Damien Moretti


    Age(20-27): 27


    Personality: Damien is a silent and brooding type when it comes to serious situations or when he is on the job. He doesn't show much emotion but is always planning and strategizing in his mind on what his next move should be. When he is comfortable in a situation he lets his quiet facade fade and takes on a mischievous and flirty personality that he often suppresses. He is quite the womanizer and enjoys 'the more pleasurable things in life' so to speak. He tends to be very stubborn and has pretty major anger issues and lashes out easily when told what to do.


    History(Optional): He immigrated from Italy to America with his older brother when he was eighteen to pursue a career of technological engineering. To get enough money for him to go to college his older brother got involved in shady business with some gangs and other dangerous people. Three years into college Damien got a notice that the college hadn't received it's usual check, arousing a gut wrenching feeling as he went to check if his brother was alright. When he got to his brother's apartment the door was busted open and he found his sibling on the living room floor in a puddle of his own blood due to being shot five times in several places. Damien swore to himself that he would get revenge on the person that killed his brother, in a matter of days he found a rich business man that was willing to pay him several hundred dollars if he killed a specific gang member. Using his skills with technology he hacked into the cameras in the apartment complex and found that it was the man he was supposed to kill was the same man that murdered his brother. Having carried out the assassination efficiently several more jobs surfaced for him and he was quickly labeled as a hitman.

    Family/important friends (Side characters): Brother:

    Emanuel Moretti-Deceased

    (Friends might come up WIP)


    RP Example (about a paragraph):

    His breathing grew slower as a large figure stepped out of the bar and into the low lit street, the man glanced to his left and right before moving his gaze across the street straight to where Damien stood. The Italian's lips curved into an amused smirk as the man stared in his direction for a moment before looking away and walking down the sidewalk. He had been hidden in an alley concealed by it's dark shadows preventing his target from seeing his tall figure. Quickly slipping out of the shadows and across the asphalt he quickened his pace until he was an arms length away from the man who had his hands shoved in his pockets in attempt to keep them warm from the cold night air. Damien flashed his hand out nad jerked the man back into his chest, he wound his strong arm around the buff guy's neck before speaking in an icy tone "Rookie move Jenkins, never go around the city on your own with a target on your back." He gave an amused chuckle as the man began begging for his life and struggling against his vice like grip. "As much as I'm sure you would do great things for the world, I want my money." His voice was thick with greed as he drove a knife into the an artery in the man's neck, his body fell limp in a matter of twenty seconds and Damien let it drop to the ground with a dull thud. Now for the tedious routine of cleaning the mess he just made.

    Okay cool let's get going! He's going to approach the stage toward the end of another person's turn and then she can get called up.


    Damien stepped out of his red camaro dressed in a navy blue button up paired with black dress pants so it looked like he had just gotten out of work and was looking for a night of fun. He was out for quite the opposite, his work had just begun and wouldn't be over until someone died. It was pretty unlikely he would kill the club owner tonight as he didn't have any idea who or where the man was within the building the dark haired man didn't mind much, it wasn't often he got to spend his nights in clubs bustling with barely dressed women. As he neared the double doors he glanced at the bouncer who in turn gave him an approving nod to go ahead. Reaching out a naturally tanned hand he stepped in, icy blue eyes moved from one dancing figure to another as he stepped into the booming club.


    Colorful bright lights flashed everywhere and he narrowed his eyes against them. His tall figure weaved between several men as they catcalled and threw money onto the stage where a short blonde woman twirled around a steel pole. He ignored her errotic dancing and looked around for a man that looked like he owned the place. For some annoying reason his employer didn't have a picture of the man he was supposed to assassinate so Damien either had to ask around and arouse suspicion or try and find the man himself in a timely manner. He made his way to the front so he could almost reach out and touch the glossy stage, while doing so he pushed several drunken men out of his way that yell in protest until he shot a cold look in their direction in which they quickly quieted and went back to catcalling the women. The Italian returned his gaze to the blonde and watched her with an expressionless face. He had figured that he would enjoy a little of his time while he was here but watching her clumsy dancing didn't do much for him.



    It was another night for her. The short latina pulled on the bottoms of her outfit on, if it could even be called that at all. Glancing in the mirror she smiled ever so softly. Of course she hated the bright red shorts and a small tied bra in a matching shade. Reaching into her leopard speckled bag she pulled out her signature shade of red lipstick painting her lips with it while studying how she looked in the mirror. Part of her "style" was supposed to be exotic. A gimmick she wouldn't have chosen if she had any say in the matter. But, no her generous boss had bought her the outfit and that was that. Whatever this slimball wanted the girls would be expected to jump at his every word. Pinning the red rose hair pin in her long black hair she shrugged softly supposing it was as good as it was going to get. Slamming her locker door shut in frustration she dropped the lipstick back in her bag. Glancing in the office door letting out the breath she hadn't known she had been holding, as soon as she saw the coast was clear. He must have been off schmoozing some old fat cats who he hoped would spend a large chunk of change on the girls.


    Strutting in her high laced red heels she put herself just out of sight. Giving herself one last brief pep talk pumping herself up before it was her turn on stage. Twirling a loose piece of raven locks between her red fingernails she had to bite back a laugh as Chelsea was out there making a complete fool of herself on the stage. Luckily the miserable display the blonde put on didn't last too long. Her music cut off and she shuffled to collect up the bills that had been thrown up on the stage. As she was scrambling off the young woman had to cover her mouth to keep from being heard laughing at the poor thing. Yeah everyone had to start somewhere, it was just hilarious to see them flail around like a beached whale. A moment later she lost her need to giggle or any nerves she had when the DJ moved on to her song. It was a low beat with occasional blare of trumpets added in for spice.


    A moment after the music came on, she came into view. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd although she really didn't see any faces. Her hips swayed as she walked a playful smile painted on her lips. As the beat dropped she grabbed hold of the pole swinging around twinning her legs around the pole and twisting herself back so she was looking out at the crowd. Normally she didn't see anyone really when she danced, they were all just blurs she would forget in a couple minutes anyway. For a moment through her dark chocolate orbs seemed frozen on a stranger's blue eyes. Not linger on it more then a second she winked before slipping down the pool continuing on with the routine teasing and flirting with the crowd while flaunting what her get up barely covered anyway.

    He averted his gaze from the woman on the pole as she nearly slipped and went crashing to the floor. Of course all of the women here started off the same and pole dancing was probably not an easy task, it was just painful to watch her clumsy figure. No one else seemed to notice how bad the performance actually was due to their drunken state and eagerly cheered her on. A fairly decently dressed man walked out from the direction of the bathroom who quickly caught his eye. He was bald and had full beard and his lips moved as he spoke to someone on his cellphone, as he spoke his eyes darted back and forth as if he was afraid of someone jumping out at him. Getting ready to briskly walk over to the paranoid man Damien turned his body but froze when one of the strippers walked up to the man and trailed a long finger down the side of his rugged face.


    Quite sure that an employee wouldn't approach her boss like so he moved back to his previous spot and averted his gaze from the two as she led the bald man into a room in the back. Obviously that wasn't who he was looking for, with an annoyed sigh that was drowned out by the music he realized it wouldn't be that easy, the mystery man knew there was a target on him and was most likely hiding somewhere in the back. It was an easy place where he could keep an eye on his girls and manage his club all the while staying far enough from danger so he could escape at the first sign.


    When the music stopped he focused his attention back to where all of the other men and very few women were staring. He watched the blonde quickly stoop to pick up the money scattered on the stage, she even did that in an unflattering manner, nearly tripping over her own tired legs as she bent down. A faint amused smile slid onto his lips but quickly left when the a low beat began playing on the speakers. He hoped in his mind that this one would be better than the last as another below average height woman came into view. His gaze raked up and down her appealing body and dark hair. She lifted herself onto the pole with ease and wrapped her legs around it while turning back to show the crowd her features. He eyed her with slight interest as she met his gaze for a brief moment before winking. He smirked and kept his unwavering gaze on her as she danced, now this could be fun. Sure he was getting a little distracted from what he came to do but what sane man wouldn't?

    The petite woman flaunted herself in front of the crowd walking a slow lap around the stage her eyes bouncing from one drunk to the next. Still, it didn't matter if they were drunk or not. She walked back towards the metal pole as the music started to ramp up pulsing through the speakers. With the music building she took hold of the pole and began moving her way up to the top, a move it had taken her a long time to get right. It was the climbing the rope in gym class expect worse since it was a slick metal pole instead. As the trumpets blared she paused at the top of pole giving a coy smile as she looked, briefly catching the man's blue eyes. As soon as the beat dropped again she slid down the pole fireman style. As she neared the bottom she untangled her legs and slipped down into the splits. With a cocky pause her eyes scanned the stage around her looking at the bills already being thrown out. She feigned disappointment at the money in front of her. Really she could easily spot a couple Franklin's hiding among the Washington's and Jackson's. Still somehow holding the splits while she looked at the money she looked back out at the crowd. "Aren't you having a good time?" She purred out the men in front of her as she pulled herself up on the pole.


    She would of course have been lying if she said she didn't enjoy the attention, but even that was starting to get old. It was a lot more of frustrated middle-aged men or drunk loud mouths who thought throwing a couple dollars would get them a right to grab her ass. Moving her body with the music she ended her performance upside down on the pole as if she could hang there all night. With the end of her performance she was finally able to satisfy her curiousity and fill in the missing features of the man sitting from row in on the gilded stage. Damn is all she would say on that matter. As the song ended she slipped from the pole and turned so that her back was to the crowd and bent over to sweep up her cash, earning a few more cheers and a few more dollars getting thrown at her. Not dwelling long she slipped the money in her red bra blowing a kiss out to the crowd as she moved off the stage like she owned.

    All eyes were on her as she smoothly worked the pole, a certain pair of blue orbs never left the curvy body of the stripper as he rubbed his stubbled jaw in thought. She knew exactly what she was doing, both on the stage and to the men below. A confident aura emitted from her as she slid down into a split and looked around her at the cash that was quickly piling up. During her performance their eyes met several times, each sparking more and more interest within the hitman. When she turned her back to bend down and pick up her well earned money he focused on her backside shamelessly along with everyone else. Before walking off stage she blew a kiss from her blood red lips causing another faint smirk to flash across his features. He turned at the same time she disappeared behind the sidelines, he needed a room with her, not only for his own entertainment but to question her about her boss.


    He made his way to a server who like the other women in the vicinity was barely covered. Though, as he approached her another man did the same, he was a few inches shorter than the Italian with tattoos all on his neck and most likely in several other places that were covered by his long sleeves. Damien held out a strong arm before the other man making him stop in his tracks and looks towards him "You should probably turn around and forget about her, unless you want me to inform security about the pistol tucked in your belt." He didn't bother to look at the man who cursed and flipped him off before turning around to return from where he came within the crowd. When he finally reached the server she gave what seemed to be a flirtatious smile at the killer who dismissed it with an emotionless look. "I want a private dance with the woman who was just up on stage." He spoke with a raised voice so he could be heard over the music and shouting. The woman nodded and led him to the back where the bald man had disappeared to earlier. "Make yourself comfortable, she'll be right here." The woman purred before walking away most likely to go fetch the woman.


    He stepped into one of the numerous rooms that lined the hall and sat on a rather stiff white couch. Quiet giggles and men murmuring could be heard from down the hall through the thin walls. He ran a calloused hand through his thick black hair causing a few strands to fall over his face. After rolled up his navy blue sleeves just below his elbows he checked his black and gold Rolex with content. Without all of the money he earned from his job he wasn't sure what he would do, without family he didn't have much else but money. Of course he had friends but they were hard to keep in contact with as he frequently had to change phones and travel around the country to keep from being caught by authorities.

    Really she expected to get requested for a room. She normally did after a performance since some guys wanted some personal attention after watching her on stage. Sighing she walked off passing a ginger with a half shaved head going on after her. The crowd was already riled up and was cheering and roaring before the ginger even got to the pole. Moving to her bag she blatantly pulled out the large stack of money stuffing it into her bag without counting it out. Throwing the bag in her locker she reapplied some of the red shade to her lips in her small hanging mirror. While her back was turned she heard another girl’s heels clicking on the hard floor and the door squeaking as she came to the back. “Maria you have a customer in the third room.” Before she could turn back the server had already turned and left going back out on the floor. It would have been nice to have five minutes to even catch a breather, but hey money was money. She was going to add it all to the ‘getting out of this hellhole’ fund she had been building up for a couple years now. At this rate she was probably going to just give up and use the money for something pointless, since she didn’t think she was ever getting out. Shaking her head at herself in the mirror she closed the door and strolled our ignoring the looks she was getting from drunk guys as she passed. There was of course back ways to the room, but she liked walking around and stalling a little. Still, even with her bit of stalling it didn’t take her long to get where she needed to go.


    Making it to the room she knocked ever so lightly on the door before letting herself in. As soon as she entered she painted a smile on her face, it was important that she acted like she was flattered to be requested helped her normally squeeze a few more dollars out of these intoxicated guys, who almost always were passed out on the couch before they were in the room for an hour.


    As soon as she slid her way into the room her eyes immediately went to look to see who was seated on the white couch. Her eye brow arched for a moment as she realized that she was staring at the same blue eyes she had been caught up in on the stage. Amusement tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Couldn’t get enough huh?” She teased as she closed the door behind her looking him up and down with her dark eyes as she drew closer. Moving herself so she was only an arms length away she leaned forwards and let her hand trail down his navy shirt sleeve. “What do you want baby?” She purred softly a smile still playing on her lips. If nothing else this at least might be fun for her.

    As soon as he let his back come in contact with the back of the couch a quiet knock came from the other side of the door. He didn't say a word as the knob turned and the door swung open revealing the alluring woman he had requested to see. A faux smile was apparent on her plump lips that looked just believable enough for anyone under the influence to fall for and think she was actually happy to be in the same room with them. His gaze followed her movements as she stepped fully into the room and gave a genuine enthralled smile at the sight of him.


    At her teasing words he looked up at her as she drew near he parted his lips to speak in a low tone. "No man in that crowd got enough of you, tonights gonna be a busy night." He glanced at her slender hand as it danced its way down his sleeve onto his bare arm. At her question he licked his lips slowly "You." The simple word came out husky and held a lustful undertone as he looked into her warm dark brown eyes that seemed to hold him there, keeping him from looking away. He raised his hands and let them rest on her hips and guided her between his long legs, pondering whether or not he should ruin their fun with questions. "And some information about the man who runs this place." He added on somewhat reluctantly and removed his hands from her body.

    Letting him guide her to stand between his long legs taking him in now. To most customers watching the girls dance and even going back in a room with them was entertaining, it was as entertaining on her most of the time. So, to combat any feelings of boredom she tried to get a read on her customers, normally this wasn't all that hard of a mental exercise, some men didn't even take off their wedding rings or looked like it was death calling them when their phone buzzed, she would have to admit this one was a bit harder to pick up on. She didn't think he was under the influence and the watch on his wrist told her most of what she needed to know. With a hand resting lightly on his arm Maria settled herself with practiced poise on his black slacks. Playfully drawing her hand back up his arm she kept the amused smile, this guy didn't seem to waste much of his breath for anything. Leaning forwards she hovered over his ear."Well you've got me." She whispered it softly. Drawing away any entertainment she might have gotten out of this situation disappeared as soon as he added what else he wanted, what he really wanted. A shiver ran up her spine just thinking about that jackass' little beady eyes watching his girls work, off on the side where no one would see him unless you were really looking.


    Arching a black eyebrow she lost the amused tint to her eyes looking him over more carefully now. The look he had seemed like typical attire for someone getting done with work, but this guy was here for business. "Vance?" She asked tipping her head to the side to act as if she was too stupid to really comprehend what he had said. Really she just wanted to see how much he knew about her boss. Vance wasn't even his first name or his last, it was the name anyone who knew him called him. The guy was more paranoid then a Chihuahua in a thunderstorm. "Why would you possibly want to know about him? He's a saint, with all his gambling debts and death threats of people. What could he possibly have done?" The sarcasm dripped from her every word now. Of course she hated him and would love to watch him burn along with this club. She sighed still resting herself on his leg, not seeming to care he seemed to be now on to business and wasn't interested in fun. "How could I possibly ever give up information of my dear boss?" Her soft brown eyes never left his seeming to just looking for the right reason to give the dirtbag up to the kind of justice he deserved, a bullet right through his head and brains splatter out the back.

    Resting his hand on the small of her back as she sat on his lap he watched her playful expression change to an almost nettled one. It was his turn to have an amused smile, he had hit a topic that she was obviously bothered by. He raised his eyebrow curiously as a shiver ran through her at his mentioning at his target. "Antov, Malik Antov. I believe he does go by Vance." He observed her full lips and long lashes, she seemed to be looking for answers as well for some reason. Though she was probably just curious about what he was planning to do with her boss, he contemplated on telling her for a brief moment but quickly dismissed the thought.


    He took her chin in between his thumb and index finger, bringing her face closer as he himself leaned in so their lips were nearly touching. He breathed in the sweet smell of her perfume from their close proximity. "What has he done to you bellissimo?" He murmured the word for gorgeous in his native tongue as usually that made women swoon. But with this one he wasn't sure if it would work, she was captivating and had turned the tables on him where he had a hard time taking his gaze off of her when normally it was the other way around. Her angry and sarcastic words showed the man had done her wrong in some way and curiosity sparked within him as he questioned what had gone on between the two. He watched her eyes as she seemed to be thinking about something, by the sound of it, it probably involved her doing something quite bloody for to club owner and he had to suppress another amused smirk.

    She didn't outright say it, but her eyes lit up when he got Vance's name without much effort. She might have been impressed, but he had to try and get answers from a stripper, which was a fifty fifty shot. You never knew which girls would just go running back to him and tell him that there had been a guy asking questions about him. This was far more interesting then she had assumed it was going to be. With him pulling her face closer a thin smile returned to her lips, replacing any signs she had shown of hating her boss. His accent was beautiful to hear and she wouldn't have minded hearing more of it, but she kept her calm taking her finger gently up his neck tracing his jaw line as she giggled softly, like he had said something funny or clever. "I'm not bad at pulling in a crowd right?" She teased, anyone with eyes saw how much business she brought in. "I guess I'm too good if that's really possible." Maria paused sighing briefly, taking her red tipped fingernails and drawing them lightly through his hair pushing back some of the loose black strands that had fallen in the way of his face. "Much better." Her amused smile now settled itself back on her vibrant red lips. "I am getting tired of this line of work. Problem is when I tried to get out Vance didn't take too kindly to it. Got one of his guys to smash my brother's kneecaps and hasn't been shy to remind me he could do it to the rest of my family too. So, mi cariño that is why I won't mind seeing him dead." Her faint hint of an accent came out fully when she called him 'my dear' showing her own way of drawing men in two could easily play at this game.



    Her brown gaze briefly moved from his eyes down to his lips. Leaning forwards she closed the distance her lips hanging just away from his still. "What do you want to know?" She purred quietly while wrapping her arm around his neck inching her body closer. Maria finally stopped playing around and brushed his lips against her's. It lasted only for a brief second before she pulled herself away and loosened one arm from around his neck. Her lips were now a shade lighter and his a shade redder. This was fun for her, a bit of a game and with any luck maybe the little creep would finally get what's coming to him. The thought of getting even with him made a bit of excitement light up her dark eyes.

    The feeling of her finger gliding up his neck and down his jaw made the hair on the back of his neck raise. Remembering all the money she had gotten from the large audience as she talked about how good she was at her job he grumbled a low agreement. He let her run her hand through his hair and closed his eyes briefly, when they opened them again they seemed to be a shade darker with desire clearly showing in them. He listened as she spoke of her brother being harmed and how she was being kept here against her will. He didn't know what it was like being held as a hostage but he damn sure knew what it was like losing someone close to him. Memories of his own older brother Emanuel flashed through his mind. The dangerous thoughts lingered for a split second before he stubbornly pushed them to the back of his mind, his dead brother was unimportant right now.


    When she spoke about how she wished to see the man dead he furrowed his dark eyebrows the slightest amount. "I never said I was going to kill him." He didn't bother to try and convince her much, if she had figured it out all he had to do was kill her before she left the room. She was entertaining and knew how to keep his attention and he didn't want to kill her. But he couldn't let her run off and tell Vance that he was being tracked.


    At her own compelling parlance he was pleasantly surprised, she matched him in nearly all aspects when it came to his flirting techniques. He watched her glance down to his lips and come impossibly closer, he could feel his soft breath as she asked what he wanted to know. When she finally let their lips come in contact his hands found their on her hips once more. "What does he look like and does he have a big event to go to anytime soon?" It was just two of the handful of questions he had but he decided to take things slow and enjoy the situation he was in.

    It wasn't hard for her to tell she had somewhat of an upper hand in this situation seeing as he was clearly enjoying the attention she gave him. At the same time she wasn't stupid enough to try and provoke too much information out of him about why he was asking about Vance, it was better to just keep her mouth shut and not ask too many questions. Arching her eyebrow she merely smiled all the same. "I never said you were either. Fuckers like him get what's coming to them sooner or later." Maria shrugged innocently, of course she had her suspicions, but she was going to keep those for herself. Looking back up at his eyes now feeling his arms wrapped around her waist. The questions he asked only fueled her suspicions. She ideally twined a piece of her black locks around her finger as she struggled to find a way to describe him that just wasn't a list of insults. "Taller then me..maybe five foot seven or so. Older guy with a receding hairline and a thin face. Has a couple of tattoos on his arms. Has a bit of brown stubble on his face. Dark little beady eyes, they're always darting around." Describing him without just insulting him was one of the hardest things she had to do in a long time. He definitely wasn't that traditionally attractive, but he had the younger girls fawning over him anyway.


    Releasing her strand of hair she slipped her hand behind his neck lightly massaging the hair along the back of his neck lacing her fingers through it. She didn't mind the slow pace at which this situation was going. The longer this took meant less time being eyed up by drunk or desperate guys who only seemed to have enough intelligence left to put together a loose string of complements that didn't mean anything to her. "Yeah actually I think he's got one this weekend or something. One of his old buddies is having a retirement party, Franklin Young."Pulling away as far as his arms would let her, increasing the distance between her and him. "Only the best girls are working it." Biting her red stained bottom lip she was enjoying this as much as he was. Of course she doubted things would go anywhere and who the hell even knew if she would ever see him again. So, her dark chocolate brown eyes drank him in. Pulling a bit closer she looked down at him a bit and then back up to his icy eyes. "Are you planning on taking all night with these questions? I don't think that would make the other customers very happy." Teasing him with the fact she was in high demand a coy smile came across her lips. "I might not mind it though." Resting her arms on his shoulders she kept her eyes on him the entire time.

    When she said that people like Vance get whats coming to them he let out a chuckle "Damn right they do." The more she parted her lips and spoke the more he became bewitched by her personality and looks, and it was so damn infuriating. He listened intently to her detailed description making up a rough sketch of what he would look like in his quick thinking mind. By what she had said this wasn't an impressive looking man at all. Why the hell would his employer hire him instead of some druggy that would do the job for a significantly less amount of money? There had to be something dangerous about this guy making him hard to get to. At the thought his jaw clenched and looked past the woman on his lap focusing on the door deep in thought. It was infuriating when the people he worked for didn't tell him everything they knew about his target.


    He fingers lacing through the hair on the back of his head caused him to avert his gaze back to her. She spoke once again about some event Vance would be attending. He kept silent and thought for a moment, if he could slip in unnoticed and get in a room alone with him the job would be done. That is if whatever dangerous secret he had in store wouldn't get in Damien's way. He watched as she leaned back and spoke of the best girls working at the event. Shit. It would be hard to miss a tall dark haired man to walk into a private event with only a few select girls working along with a few select friends of the host.


    His mind worked endlessly at the information he was given. He gave an angry look as she asked how long the questions would take and that her other customers would be waiting. With one fluid motion he was standing with his hands under her ass supporting her against him. He quickly made his way over to a wall and pressed her against it. "Fuck them." He rumbled as his hair fell back over his face. As he fully processed what she had just said he remember how many men she held the interest of here. "You're going to the event aren't you?" He held her suspended between the wall and his body, he looked into her eyes and a devilish smile made its way onto his features. She would be his way in, and possibly if he could convince her, she could get Vince in a room alone where he would take his last breath.

    Of course she was a little thing really, but that didn't mean she wasn't a little alarmed when he managed to scoop her up and carry her across the room. Wrapping her arms back around his neck to steady herself she let out a soft huff of air as her back was pushed up against the thin walls. Who knows what the people in the next room thought was happening. Some of the girls would have started panicking at the situation in front of her, Maria seemed stunned only for a moment before an amused look came over her, she liked to hear how quickly he acted."Don't damage the merchandise." She laughed amused, not making it clear if she meant her or the wall. With her back against the wall she snaked her hand from behind his back to his hair pushing it back out of his eyes. Studying his face for a moment she tipped her head at his devious grin that seemed to take over his face. "Of course I will. Wouldn't be much of a party without me."


    She was curious what his intent behind that look he was giving her was. There was no doubt she was working that night, the way Vance told it she would be the only girl he would bring if the party wasn't so big, she suppressed the urge to cringe at even the reminder of his creepy statement that was maybe supposed to be endearing in some way. Now with her mind drifting too much towards places she didn't want it going she needed to rein her thoughts back. Bringing her head away from the wall her dark hair fell to her shoulders, the red rose pin that had been holding most of it back lay haphazardly at his feet. Gently wrapping her fingers around the collar of his shirt she pulled him closer, not that he was very far away to begin with. She planted a kiss on his lips pulling away after a moment. Well that did it, she wasn't thinking about the little creep anymore. Smirking slightly she was not thinking about the brief moment of electricity that sparked on her lips when she kissed him for the second time, it made her want to kiss him a third time. Shifting her position on the wall so she was at least more comfortable she looked him over thoughtfully as she released her grip on his collar resolving that kissing him a third time might lead to her wanting a whole lot more. Instead she went back to running his hands through his hair. "What are you thinking about that has you smiling like that?" Maria playfully asked curiosity swimming in her dark eyes.

    She didn't seem very bothered by his actions which was just what he expected. Most would yell for the security or demand to be released from his grip but she was different. It was why the tall Italian was so attracted to her, they were alike in several ways. "The wall will be fine." He dismissed her words without breaking eye contact, she had probably meant herself but he teasingly took her warning as being said about the thin wall. With a smug look he realized that he had an affect on her just as she did him, she seemed to not be able to stand his hair covering any part of his stubbled face. As she moved it out of the way again he let out a breath and studied her expression as she seemed to be in though about something.


    Dark brown hair nearly the same color of her eyes fell from where it was pinned just moments ago. Ignoring the bright object that had fallen he moved in willingly as she pulled him by his dark shirt, once again their lips met but this time with more contact. He growled softly as she pulled away but he controlled himself and focused on her question. "Uh uh bellissimo, I ask the questions here." He tutted and leaned his head back slightly his adam's apple moving as he continued speaking. "Is it possible for you to have a plus one at this event?" He leaned in once more to her ear and breathed softly letting his breath tickle her skin "And how badly do you want to see Vance dead?" Considering how suspicious she already was the last question probably gave his intentions away but if he was going to get her help she needed to know eventually. He had already considered the probability of her agreeing and deemed it high enough as her family's well being was at stake with every minute the villainous man was still alive and breathing.