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Chapter 3

Three years later

— Mel, today you have a special client. — Mrs. Morgana informed with disdain. — I don't know what you have down there that the best clients demand to meet you. But it doesn't matter, make yourself look good because the client pays well, and he won't find you here, so get ready to go out.

Mel wore her short tubular dress with a draped neckline. She put on flashy red lipstick, her favorite jewelry, a rhinestone necklace, and earrings of the same style. As she walked to the salon's door, the other girls and the present clients were stunned by Mel's appearance; she was truly stunning. Her long, wavy hair contrasted with the rest of her look.

In front of the house was a black golf parked, waiting for Mel, and the tinted windows didn't provide a view of what was inside. Mel's body shivered; in her head, it felt like a kidnapping, but as Mrs. Morgana said the client was special, she probably knew the person. When Mel entered the car, she only saw the driver.

— Good evening! — Mel greeted politely, but received no response. The stern face of the man dressed in black clothes left Mel anxious. Her hands were sweating, and her whole body was vibrating. She felt fear and imagined the worst scenes.

Upon arriving at the meeting place, the man stopped and indicated where Mel should enter; inside, Mr. Alessio would be waiting for her. She entered an elevator alone and stopped on the indicated floor, searched for the room where her client awaited and knocked on the door.

— Hello, I'm Mel. Sent by...

— Shhh! No need to introduce yourself; I was already expecting you. — the client ushered her into the apartment before she finished explaining. — I'm Alessio. Please, come in.

The young man's kindness sounded completely different from the driver who brought her, calming her nervousness. The young man was handsome and polite. A nearly red-haired man, with wavy and tousled hair. His short beard outlined a serious expression, highlighting eyes that observed the world with a penetrating intensity.

— Drink something? — Alessio offered.

— Water, please.

— You're going to engage in an encounter with someone you've never seen, and you're only going to have water? — he teased the girl, letting out a delightful laugh.

— Okay! A light wine, please. — Mel changed her mind, considering that the night was just beginning, and her client would scrutinize every detail of her life.

The firm and haughty posture revealed a sense of power, as if each of his steps were a subtle command to the surrounding environment. An intriguing, almost magnetic figure left Mel perplexed. His presence evoking an aura of mystery and authority, as if he carried with him the secrets and decisions of a vast region.

— So, what's your name? — Alessio approached Mel and questioned, leaving no room for hesitation.

— For you, my name is Mel. — The girl was direct and showed that she was ready to get to the point.

After a bottle of wine and two glasses of whiskey, neither Mel nor Alessio were only willing to engage in sexual services; they were getting to know each other for real.

— Oh! Don't play games with me, Melzinha. I know that all of you use a war name. But I loved your eyes and would like to unravel the mysteries hidden in this captivating aura.

Isabella's life was about to change in unimaginable ways when, on a night of torrential rain, Aléssio showed more interest than an ordinary client. He looked into her eyes, and for a brief moment, Isabella saw the spark of lost humanity in his soul. She realized that this man, Aléssio, had deep secrets and scars that no one else would dare to imagine, and his longings were as common as anyone else's.

— My name is Isabella.

— Okay, Bella. Can I call you that? — Aléssio leaned in close to Isabella and could feel her breath.

That nickname, only one person in Isabella's entire life had permission to use. Her adoptive father, the only man who made Isabella feel like she had a family.

— I think it's better to call me Mel. We're not close. — The girl spoke impatiently. — If you allow me, can we just do it and get it over with?

— Oh, dear. You really don't know who I am, do you?

— And I don't need to know; I'm here as a prostitute to satisfy your desires and then return to Mrs. Morgana's place.

Aléssio stood up quickly, stood on the apartment balcony, looking out to the endless sea in front of his building.

— If you want, you can go. I don't mind. As for Mrs. Morgana, I don't know if she'll like me not paying for this service.

A deafening silence took over the environment. Many thoughts crossed Isabella's mind. If the client didn't pay, she would suffer the consequences, so she decided to react. She took off her dress and, without a bra, which she wasn't wearing at that moment, stood only in her underwear. She walked to the balcony where Aléssio was watching the horizon.

— I think we started on the wrong foot. Can we start over? — Mel said, caressing the young redhead's broad and bare back.

— Only if you're okay with us having a chat.

Mel nodded and put on a robe of Aléssio's that was laid out on a desk. There were two deck chairs on the balcony, so Aléssio sat in one and gestured for Mel to sit in the other. They started a long conversation about their past lives and dreams. In one of these conversations, Aléssio and Mel realized that their dreams were somewhat common, and they understood each other deeply.

Aléssio became a regular client of Mel, who now he called by the nickname Bella. He became her lover and confidant, as well as a companion for furtive outings. They didn't meet in common places like motels or nightclubs; Aléssio took Isa to his penthouse in the upscale part of the city.

This way, Isa became more and more attached to Aléssio; he was everything she dreamed of and sought in her entire life. Isa finally felt the thrill of being wanted and desired by someone. However, as soon as the session ended, Isa returned to her mediocre and dark life, attending to many other clients, including perverts and perverts.

And so, as the world of the mafia and the underworld of prostitution collided, Isabella and Aléssio found themselves at a crossroads, where their intertwined destinies would shape the course of their lives unexpectedly. As their pasts and desires met, they faced choices that would change the course of everything they knew.

Although their lives were full of secrets and shadows, in their encounters, they could forget the realities of their worlds. Aléssio was a client, but he treated Isabella as his only and favorite lover, and it was truly what she felt.

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