SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

Spike trailed Melody’s scent to the room and ran into the room. He stood close to the huge bed in the room and turned to look for Melody. She was already standing in front of the room. She waved at him. He barked piercingly, running toward the door. She shut the door, muffling the sound of his barks.

“Phew! Finally, I got past him.” She thought, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looked around the empty corridor and started running down to the painting of Pablo Escobar. She arrived in front of the painting and started touching every edge of the painting in haste, looking for the button that would open it. Her hand finally landed on the gun. After a minute of panicking, she pressed the button and the wall opened for her.

She dashed into the room without wasting time. She headed straight to the location of the vault. She opened the first layer of the vault and spotted the buttons for the passcode. A sweat slid down her face. She rested her left hand on the wall, trying to remember the keys she saw Ashley press the other day.

“I must get this right, I think it was 1.. 3…4…” she tried to recall the key combinations Ashley had used the other day. She was peeping Ashley, so she couldn’t get a great view of the passcode. She tried the password two times, but it didn’t open.

“Shit! How am I going to open this vault and get the money I need before she comes back?” she thought, and her phone started ringing in her pocket. She took out her phone and answered the call.

“Don’t worry, I will book a hotel for the two of us to stay at and get ready in time for the flight.” She assured the person behind the phone, with a huge smile on her face, she spoke to the person for a minute.

“I gotta go, I am in her treasure room.” She said and hung up on the person, putting the phone back in her pocket. She stared at the buttons on the vault. She had only one last chance to try the password. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine Ashley’s movements.

She stretched her hand towards the buttons and pressed the keys she felt Ashley press. The vault made an earsplitting sound before opening. Her eyes widened as she fixed her eyes on large stacks of money and jewelry. She pulled out a black polythene bag from her pocket and went into the vault, packing the money into the bag.

Xander parked his car in front of a beauty salon and got out of the car, holding a red shopping bag in his hand. He looked into the bag at the blue dress that was inside and a pair of black heels. He then looked up at the beauty salon. The light in the salon was blinding and he could see a lot of women being attended to.

“I don’t want any mistakes this time, Mr. Carter.” He mimicked Mr. Parker.

“I won’t let you down this time, boss.” He said, and heaved a sigh, “I need to get this over with fast.” He said to himself as he passed through the glass door of the salon.

“Welcome, sir. How may I help you?” A female staff member asked, bowing her head in respect. Xander peered around the salon and gestured for her to move closer to him, but she just shot him a confused look, not sure what he was asking her to do. He moved closer to her and started whispering in her ear.

“I need you to do this for me. I will pay you a lot of money. You might save a lot of lives.” He said in a coaxing tone, trying to convince her to help him with his problem.

“No probs, it’s just that I haven’t done something like this before.” She replied.

“There is always a first time for everything.” He remarked and handed the shopping bag to her. All eyes were on them as she looked into the shopping bag.

“He must be her boyfriend.” A female staff that was putting makeup on a woman’s face gossiped.

“He is hot.” A customer added and giggled.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“This way, sir.” The female staff member said, leading Xander to the other end of the beauty salon, to an empty makeup desk. Xander was about to sit in front of the mirror when the staff stopped him.

“You need to put these on first.” She said while handing the bag back to him.

“Where is the dressing room?” he inquired.

“Over there,” she said, pointing at a white door behind him. He turned around to the door and winked at her before walking over to the door.

He entered the female dressing room and took out a black heel, a sparkling blue dress, a red bra, a black wig, and two tennis balls he had bought. He took a deep breath and stripped naked; he had made up his mind that the only way to catch the human trafficker was to dress like a woman, since he was fooled as a man. He put the bra around his chest and buckled it, picking up the two balls with a disgusted look on his face.

“Geez, this is so tight, how do girls wear this?” He thought, he hadn’t moved with the bra, but he was already feeling uncomfortable wearing it. It was itching his skin already.

After a few minutes of struggling to put on the clothes, Xander was dressed up and ready to get out of the dressing room. He held the wig in his hand and strolled out of the dressing room. The moment the women in the salon saw him, the place went dead silent, with their eyes popping open. Some of them were disappointed to see that a handsome man like him was gay. A woman spilled the water in her mouth on the face of the staff that was attending to her as her gaze landed on Xander.

“Eww! What was that for?” The staff asked pissed. Her face was wet with water mixed with saliva.