THE MAFIA BOSS AND HIS PRISONER

KAYLA

My shift was finally over. My feet ached from walking in heels all night, but the ache was worth it. The money was damn good. Working as a waitress in a strip club wasn’t glamorous, but with the type of rich assholes who came here, it was profitable.

Tips rained whenever I leaned forward just a little, because, let’s be honest, have you seen my ass? My tits? Yeah. They noticed, and they paid for the view.

The manager kept pushing me to move to the ...