THE RUSSIAN MAFIA'S ANGEL

"You're so pretty!" Angel said, breaking up the awkward silence that ensued after Ares left.

Luciana sighed, as she turned to face her. She had heard a bit about the boss's new captive.

Mostly that she was bratty, and snotty. They didn't say how pretty she was though.

She could understand why. Most of the girls had delusion themselves into believing they stood a chance with the boss.

Every new female addition always posed a threat to their delusional dreams.

"Luciana." She stretched out her hands.

Angel rose to her feet, and felt weird when she towered over Luciana who was small, and dainty.

"Wow!" Luciana gasped. "You could pass for a model," she said.

The only other person that had the kind of height she had was the ma'am Vivian. But she was barely ever around.

"I'm a fashion designer instead. I don't think I photograph well. I'd rather design clothes so pretty people like you can wear them," Angel said.

She accepted Luciana's handshake, startling the girl.

She had forgotten she had her hand out, because of how shocked she was about Angel's height.

It wasn't just how pretty she was, or how long her legs were. There was also how flawless her skin looked. As pale as snow.

One would think she was an alien with her looks.

"I can't believe you don't model. I'm actually speechless."

"You're making me feel self conscious. What's this place, anyway?" She asked, looking around.

"Oh, just a room. The important place is—" she paused. "Why don't I show you?"

She followed Luciana, and they stepped into the large room where she had just been kissing Xander.

"Welcome to club Ragazza. We're back in business tonight. I know it doesn't look like a club right now, but you'd be blown away when it gets dark," she said with a big smile on her face.

Angel noticed how she lit up as she spoke about the club.

"You really love this place, don't you?"

"Of course I do! Do you know how much I earn in just a night? We've been living under the bosses generosity these past few months of not being in business. Can't wait to rock the poles again."

Angel made a surprised sound at the back of her throat, then gasped uncontrollably loud.

"You're a stripper?"

Luciana burst into a feat of laughter. She hadn't seen the brat the maids talked about yet.

All she saw was a funny, and rather clueless girl.

It was even the cluelessness that made her so funny.

"Uhmm, I prefer the term pole worker, but yeah, a stripper if you will. Do you have anything against us?" She asked, feigning anger.

"No, please no. I could never. I think you all do a fantastic job. Stripping is an art. I wish I could move that way."

"You do? Why do you think you can't?"

"I don't think I'm that flexible," Angel laughed nervously.

"Nonsense. Who knows, you might have hidden potential. Just wait here."

Luciana climbed up the stage, and pressed a button. A pole appeared from underground, stealing Angel's breath away.

She clasped in excitement, anticipating what was going to happen next.

"Now I usually collect a lot more for first time watchers, but for you, I'd do it for free," she screamed at the top of her voice so Angel could hear her.

Angel whistled her appreciation in return.

Luciana wrapped her leg around the pole, stretched out her hand and began to spin round.

The grace and fineness in which the move was executed had Angel in awe, and speechless.

Luciana chuckled when she straightened, and saw how awestruck she looked.

"I would love to have customers like you. They usually pay more."

She laughed, and pressed the button she had pressed before.

The pole went down, and so did she, to meet with Angel.

"That was beautiful!" Angel said, as she walked towards her.

She began to clap, because she just couldn't hold it in.

Luciana laughed, and curtsied when she got to her.

"I think you'd absolutely crush a pole with practice."

"I don't think the rich girl wants to work a pole, Lucy."

They both turned at the same time to see the intruder.

Angel jumped behind Luciana when she saw it was one of those mean maids that had dressed her up for the party.

"What's that? Don't tell me you're afraid of Maria?" Luciana chuckled, as the girl reached where they stood.

She was holding a tray which contained some cookies, and a bottle of water.

"Why is she acting like she's seen a ghost? I hate these stupid rich bitches," she hissed, and placed the tray on the ground.

"What are you doing that for, Mariah? That's rude," Luciana confronted her.

"And what are you going to do about it? Just because you're fucking Xander doesn't give you the right to intrude on things that have nothing to do with you." She cursed in Russian, before turning around.

Angel's heart thumped loudly against her chest..

She didn't understand the hatred directed to her when she had done nothing to offend her.

Most importantly, she didn't understand the anger towards Luciana.

But to her biggest surprise, Luciana didn't let it go.

She went after the girl, and pulled her hair back.

"Let go, Lucy!" She screamed, trying to move away from the grip.

Luciana dragged her behind through her hair.

"Pick the tray, and set it on a table the way you should!" She screamed at her, before letting go with a shove.

The girl fell to the ground, but quickly grabbed the tray.

Straightening, she carried it all the way to the table.

Immediately after setting it, she ran out of the room.

"Make sure you tell it to the rest of your bitch hating crew!" She screamed after her.

Angel, shocked to her core, stared wide-eyed at Luciana.

"If you let them have their way, they'd bully you. You're a rich bitch. You shouldn't allow riffraffs to get under your skin. Go eat. I'll take you to the dressing room after," she said, and walked away, leaving Angel confused, but definitely intrigued.