Noah hadn’t taken his eyes off the girl but when she asked him a question, he stalked towards the drawers under the TV set. Pulling one of them open he took out a file. It looked just like the one that Capohad given Isaac a week before. Inéz’s heart skipped a beat. She wondered if he actually took the time and went through her life the same as he had with her best friend. Unfortunately, there were things to be found. Events that she would rather forget than dig deeper into.
Waving at her to come closer he put the file on the small table in front ofthe couch and sat down, waiting for Inéz to read it. Hesitantly, she walked up to him not sure if she wanted to know what was inside of it.
"Open it," he ordered, annoyed with how scared the girl seemed. "It’s not a time bomb, cara. You won’t die because of it."
"Can you stop calling me that? I hate how you use nicknames for all girls," she said. Noah looked at her surprised.
"I like calling you that, so no, I won’t stop doing it, cara."
Rolling her eyes, she opened the file, carefully looking through it.
"That is all the information about my CapodecinaGastone Conte. You will need to study it so they won’t catch you by surprise with anything," he said matter-of-factly.
"They? Who’s they?"
"Workers, his soldiers. You name it. No one can find out who you actually work for. I would hate to have to kill you to prove a point."
For the first time, Noah’s threat did nothing to her. With her, he was all talk, but no action. Inéz hadn’t taken it seriously. He needed her, so there was no way that would change in a matter of seconds.
The brunette looked at him irritated and slammed the file down on the table.
"You want me to work in a nightclub? Are you insane? I don’t know the first thing about waitressing, Noah," she grunted, trying to imagine herself doing such a job. It was not her scene. She had only been to a club a few times and it never made her like it more. Just to have some fun and relax from time to time. However, big crowds weren’t her favorite thing. Not to mention drunk, sweaty people.
"Who said that you will be a waitress? Cara, being a fucking waitress wouldn’t let you find out anything about him. I want you to be one of the pole dancers. Gastone likes getting to know the new dancers, so you will do whatever necessary to catch his attention and keep it."
Her eyes widened.
It was even worse than she thought. Noah really didn’t care about her safety and, at this point, she believed him when he said he would kill her. If he wanted to use her as bait, it could only mean that Noah would make her do whatever's necessary to achieve his goal to put down the Capodecina.
"No. There’s no way I’m going to do that! First of all, I don’t know anything about waitressing, but about pole dancing, I know even less. And you telling me that he likes getting to know new dancers makes what you expect of me crystal clear. I won’t have sex with him."
"You will, cara. If that’s what he desires, then you’ll give him the best fucking night of his life. Maybe even more than one. I am your Capo and you will do what’s expected of you. Do I make myself clear?"
He was mad. People usually didn’t object to him. They just did whatever he wanted because they respected, or feared him. But there was so little respect towards him in Inéz that it annoyed Noah even more. He was starting to regret his decision to initiate her.
"Noah, forGod’ssake, Iamnotgoodforthat job. Can’t youchoosearealdancer? Why on earth would you think that I know how to do it?" Inéz changed her tone after she saw a flicker of anger in his eyes. She was pushing him too far and one thing she knew after today - there was no humanity in him. Just darkness and cruelty.
"Inéz, you have the body for it and don’t make me remind you of your twentieth birthday party. If you haven’t been in a club and tried pole dancing, then I believe you have a twin sister."
It surprised the girl. Her birthday had been a while ago and she hadn’t been keeping in touch with the Falcone for him to know it and see it. "I was telling the truth when I said that I know more about you than you think. It’s my job, cara. You were actually pretty good, so with a few more lessons you will be great and audition for the job."
"Audition? So it’s not even certain that I will get the job?"
"You will, don’t worry. But I can’t get involved with choosing you because Conte might suspect something and we don’t want that, now do we?"
She didn’t want the job at all. And she, sure as hell, didn't want her involvement with Noah to never see the light of day. There was no use fighting him. She wouldn’t be able to persuade the Capo into changing his plans. Inéz just had to swallow her pride and pray for the best. However, she hated the idea of dancing on a pole in front of men. It just seemed as if she would be a stripper, but without undressing. Not to mention the clothes wouldn’t leave much to the imagination anyway. There weren’t many differences.
"What are you planning to do with Anastasia?" she asked, changing the subject. She wondered where the scared girl from the restaurant was right now.
"Who?"
Noah laid back on the couch getting more relaxed. He took off his holster, keeping it close to him just in case. He didn’t trust people so he didn’t leave his house unarmed, and even in the house, he made sure to always have something to defend himself with.
"The girl from the
