The Plan

I take each step as it comes to me.

Before I wanted to be I'm at the main doors to the club. I don't think twice, I couldn't even hesitate if wanted to. Adrenaline was the only thing blocking my thoughts from stopping me from doing this and moving my body forward. I was being watched, the cameras I was never aware of before I was suddenly overly aware of. Charles and Antonio like planned hacked into the CTTV, and my every move was being watched at all times. I stride into the club confidently, its rammed from either end and I have to physically push through the crowd till I find a gap of space a few metres from the bar where Mia quickly finds me, her eyes instantly lights up. Her brown locks fly into the air as she races towards me and collapses into a crippling hug.

I swallow back the lump in my throat and act as normal as I can under the circumstances, I missed the normality she gave me. "You okay?" I ask her loudly over the music into her ear.

She pulls back and grins down at me "Course I am how's the mystery man did he drop you off?" She shouts back.

I smile with an eye roll at her usual nosiness "Enough of the unimportant questions Ryan will be onto us if he sees us congregating"

She grins again, keeping her hands pressed against my shoulders "He's been a right asshole since he got here tonight" Her eyes wander over my body a response I knew I was going to get a lot tonight "What's with the boobies and ass out huh?"

"I thought I'd try something new" I reply simply, looking down at studying myself. Something new was an understatement I was beyond my comfort zone, but if it worked then it worked.

Her eyes sparkle with an instant approval "Well its working" She shouts back, I could tell her attention had gone elsewhere behind me before she lowers her voice, dipping her mouth close to my ear "Listen Si there's something really weird going on here"

I follow her eye-line towards Ryan who's standing behind the bar polishing champagne flute glasses rather aggressively with his eyes pinned heavily on us.

"What do you mean?" I asked worryingly, feeling stupid for even asking that. I knew exactly what was going on and Mia had every right to be worried.

She bites her lip then shakes her head "I'll tell you some other time Ryan only made me come over here to tell you he needs to see you in the back..something about stocking the bar upstairs"

"Right..?" I reply suspiciously but not enough to concern her, I didn't want to push the situation especially if she started asking questions I had the answers too but couldn't give her "Ill go do that and then I'll come find you later"

Mia nods, giving my shoulders a gentle but firm tug "Sounds good..be careful up there"

I nod back with a smile and make my way towards Ryan. He doesn't say anything at first instead he wanders into the staff room at the back of the club as a gesture for me to follow quickly at his heel.

"Ryan I haven't got time I need to get upstairs" I urge knowing I was being watched by Charles and it was only a matter of time before he'd have questions as to why I'd not go up there sooner.

Ryan halts abruptly inside the tiny space around us and turns to face me, when the door swings shut he begins to speak "You're going to need this before you do" He says steadily as he hands me a miniature black object.

"What's this?" I asked confused as I looked down at my palm where it rests.

His expression is serious almost ominous "It's an ear piece so you can hear him"

"Him...?" My voice echo's then it dawns on me who he's referring to. Charles.

"You fucking knew didn't you" I spit in a harsh whisper.

He nods slowly confirming another fear "Yeah I knew..Charles has been watching you for a lot longer then you think he has probably since you started working here"

My stomach flips with nausea "And you didn't think to warn me?!" I can feel the panic rising through me. What the hell is Charles playing at? "That's why you let me lock up last night..you knew he was coming back for me didn't you?"

The guilt couldn't be hidden from him "I'm sorry Sienna I really am but he makes the club a fortune with his stupidly high tabs every night and not to mention his social status..you really think every formula one driver is like this off the track? Hes different and he wanted you..at first it was going to be Mia but-

I fight immediately to cut him off "You leave Mia out of this do you hear me" I frantically wedge the earpiece into my ear and speak sternly into my chest to Charles "Leave Mia fucking out of this"

A low laugh comes through the earpiece belonging to Antonio but it's Charles who speaks "Stop getting yourself worked up Sienna, why would I be interested in Mia when I have you..besides I prefer blondes"

Frustrated with him I yank the only contact I have with him out my ear for the time being and focus on Ryan "I knew..I knew you knew all this fucking time and you put my life at risk over a stupid club?!"

"It's not just a club Sienna" Ryan corrects me "It's the most profitable one in the city and Charles.." He sighs heavily almost as if he was sick of his name "Look he's not just some rich kid playing dress-up he's THE Charles Leclerc..you know he could ruin all of us with a snap of a finger"

"He's got me hostage Ryan! But you already knew that..And now I'm expected to go up there and find out all this information about someone I know for a fact would kill me without any hesitation" I exhale out shakily and begin to pace back and forth to calm myself.

"He just wants information Sienna he wants to know about the new drug ring in the city and he thinks you can get close enough to find out he's not going to kill you he needs you" Ryan attempts to reassure me but it fails miserably.

"And you're so sure about that? Because he's already threatened to kill me if I don't do this for him" I stare him down and laugh suddenly out of fear "Fuck me what the hell have I got myself into?"

"Hes bluffing" He states firmly "He can't kill you. You've got a job and you have to finish it..if not for Charles then for Mia"

I'm stuck for words. I had to protect Mia now I'm aware she could potentially be dragged into all this shit. I had to do this.

"For Mia" I echo with a nod.

Ryan swiftly checks his watch, his eyes switching from somber to professional "Your shifts starts in two minutes..the rooms ready. Remember act normal we all believe in you Sienna" He hands me a tray for the side full of filled champagne flutes "Smile"

I take the tray one handed with a straight face, a more serious one "I ain't smiling until I'm up there" I shove the earpiece back into my ear and back up out the door into the club. As I emerge, the pulsing beat from the music envelopes me. I navigate through the crowded dance floor, my heels clicking sweetly against the marble tiles. Soon I'm ascending the stair case to the familiar closed door. I can feel the weight of everything pressing down on me like an uncomfortable migraine and for a second I question if I should run and see how far i could get.

"Sienna I need you to take a deep breath before you enter that room" Charles voice echos into my ear muddling my thoughts away.

"You take a fucking deep breath" I mutter angrily into the mic completely ignoring him before opening the VIP door and stepping inside.

There's a brief moment of silence in the ear piece before he urgently speaks through to me "Jesus Christ Sienna that mouth might actually get us all in shit"

The room is dimly lit not like how it was during the day when I was here. It's filled with low hums of voices and clinks of expensive drinks being passed around. It holds a different vibe to the one downstairs. A rich aura.

My eyes wander around until they land on a group of smartly dressed men then I knew instantly was the targets. Charles voice comes through once again but this time calm and clear "That's them on the leather sofa..the one with the darkest suit and red tie is believed to be ring leader probably in his early thirties "Names Viktor Kovalenko"

I tred further into the room, face masked with a smile. It was business as usual. I stride over to them confidently but also keeping closely to mind the heavy security presence in the room. When I reach them I offer the tray forward with a smile "Champagne gentlemen?"

One by one they take a glass each, their eyes undressing me shamelessly which I fought hard not to let that put me on edge when I hadn't even got started. Viktor is the last to take a glass, he's a handsome man- jet black ruffled hair like Charles with piercing green eyes, both his ripped arms smothered in tattoos- and even though he was sat down I knew he was tall. He catches my eye, his features soft but mean at the same time.

"American?" He asks intriguingly, his Russian accent knocking me off guard.

I was messing with fucking Russians.

"Close" I flash a broad smile "British"

"Blonde and British my favourite combination" He extends his free hand towards me "You worked here long?" He asks, clasping my hand into his before planting his lips across my knuckles sending a cold shiver down my spine.

"I do" I reply with every ounce of confidence I could find "Going on a few years now"

"No wonder Ryan keeps this place, eye candy like you walking around.." Viktor trails of lewdly "What's your name sweetheart?"

Before I could even answer Charles speaks thick and fast into my ear "Give them a fake name Sienna like a stage name almost"

I remain smiley as I begin to pick up the empty glasses scattered around his table "It's Jersey"

His eyes light up in front of me "Jersey like the island? Beautiful name" His hand remains lingered on mine holding the tray so tightly in my grip it could snap before he eventually removes it.

Charles voice comes through again throughout the ordeal reassuringly "You're doing good Sienna" His voice was becoming a safety net for me. I didn't know how that even happened. The guy that kidnapped me and put me in this situation I now longed to hear through the ear piece.

My thoughts scatter back to Viktor and I remember to keep a firm smile stuck to my face followed by a sweet laugh "Yeah most people refer to the island as well when I tell them"

Viktor nods, cigar melting slowly at the wrapper in his hand "So how come you ended up in Monaco then?..I mean I'm presuming with a British accent you wasn't born here"

"I moved for university they have the best course for Architecture here" I reply as I finish off filling the tray in my hand "Never looked back since"

He cocks his eyebrow up with interest, his cigar cutting a path through smoke swirling around him "Architecture? You don't look the type no offence" I'm scanned up and down by him as if taking in my appearance "More like a model.."

I laugh nervously along with the compliment "Why thank you" My eyes graze my surroundings, it's a smoke filled room with a few dozen of suited men surprisingly keeping themselves at bay from each other "What brings a fine gentleman here then?"

"Business and pleasure" He takes another drag followed by a smirk "Mostly business I'm a busy man you see"

My head bobs in acknowledgment feeling like I could potentially get more out of him if I wanted to, he already seemed to have half the way down a bottle of Jack Daniel's and his lips were becoming more loose.  "Self employed? Judging by the sight of you...it's good money" I crack a flirtatious smile as sickening as this all was to me.

"You could say that" He taps his cigar into the ashtray "I own a few rings around Russia mostly in Monaco though" He pauses his eyes securely locked with mine looking for a reaction maybe even a hint of fear.

"Monaco is lucky to have you then" I smile sweetly down at him.

He grins showing off his perfectly straightened teeth "That's exactly why I remain here..good and easy clients..great bars like this to maintain my standards"

"Great place to spend your hard earned money as well" I agree with him.

He leans back taking his final drag "Exactly Jersey"

I smile in response and take his empty glass carefully out his hand onto the tray. For now it was obvious the conversation had come naturally to a close, I needed air a break to distract myself from the sickening feeling that was brewing in the pit of my stomach.

The earpiece began to static in my ear and before-long the familiar voice of Charles crackled through, it was low and reassuring "You're doing well Sienna don't rush things let him talk the more drinks he'll have the more he'll loosen up so offer him something stronger if you can"

I take note of the orders handed to me and begin backing towards the door, I gleam a smile once more at them "When you gentlemen are ready for another just shout me over"

Viktor nods, raising his glass towards me gesturing a small toast before he downs the rest of his champagne in one swift motion "We certainly will Jersey"

With one last smile I proceed to head back downstairs to dispose of the empty glasses and move to Plan B. The air is thick and palpable on the dance floor, normal people with normal lives continuing on with there night whilst I was busy feeding lions champagne to get them talking. Out the corner of my eye I could see the hips of Mia swinging to the music as she approaches a table of business men, her hand busied with shots lined up waiting to be downed.

"Get yourself set for round two Sienna" Charles breathes into my ear with urgency.

"I'm running out of things to say to him Charles I'm shit at this" I murmur into the mic discreetly as I hover past the dancing bodies.

"You're not shit at this just keep complimenting him men like him love this shit"

"You're doing great Sienna" Antonio reassures me in the distance.

I dump the tray onto the bar with a heavy sigh and begin to scan the shelves for ideas on what I could offer them to drink next. It's only when my eyes landed on a bottle of fireball that I knew I'd hit jackpot with going down the shot route.

"I've got an idea" I murmer.

"What is it?" Charles asks.

"Fireball shots" I say as I swivel myself around the bar towards the bottle, grabbing thirty shot glasses along the way "Me and Mia had them a few months back and they definitely made me chatty"

"Fireball shots it is then good thinking" Charles says back approvingly.

"Play this safe Sienna they're more or less going to start getting more touchy way to much for your liking..if you get seriously uncomfortable we will send someone in as a distraction" Antonio explains to me throughly.

My stomach swirls anxiously again, much worse then just butterflies "How touchy are we talking because I'm still a human when all said is done" I mumble into my chest as I pour the golden liquid into the glasses lined up perfectly.

Charles voice was next to come through "We're not asking you to endure anything too inappropriate if they get too handsy we'll step in immediately but for now just keep them engaged"

"Okay..okay I understand" I reply as I prepare the last shot, I take a minute staring ahead of me and ruffling up my curls a bit more for show in the reflective glass "And Charles...?"

"Yes? What's wrong?" He asks softly.

"Do not take your eyes off me if this gets in any way somewhat rapey I need an out" I demand, my voice suddenly beginning to tremble for the first time since this whole shit show started.

His responds firmly "I won't let anything happen to you Sienna if I even suspect he's got dark intentions towards you like that I will intervene myself and blow this whole fucking plan...you have my word"

"And mine" Antonio chirps.

Not that I had any reason to trust them. I still did. I had to pray on there words that they wouldn't have to go through with them.

"I still hate you both" I mutter as I drag the shot tray off the side of the bar and make my way back through the dancefloor, passing a wink over to Mia when I side by her to let know I'm okay.

As well as myself.

"She's got this" I faintly hear Charles tell Antonio.

The confidence boost I needed.

My heels trot along back up the stairs and straight into the lions den again, I raise the shot tray high in the air and flash the men a grin without even giving my impulsive actions a second thought "Who's for some shots?"

Viktors eyes were the first to light up, his voice booming with authority "Fuck yeah bring them and yourself over here" His other mysterious men yet to be introduced downed there drinks in one and began to peel the shots from the tray "Come sit on my lap whilst you have yours Jersey"

"Just do it Sienna don't think twice" Charles quickly orders before I could even have time to hesitate.

I bend over and grab the last remaining shot before sucking in the air and sliding into his lap, my glossy lips find the rim of the petite glass quickly as I down the thick liquid in one swift motion pulling a sour face from the after taste. I never was one for taking shots without the squeamish face following, it was more Mia's field of expertise.

It was show time. No going back. I had to sell myself for the high and for success. Getting this plan to work was my only chances of surviving Charles Leclerc. So I smile down at Viktor, pushing a curly strand of hair behind my ear playfully "So Viktor what sort of business do you do then?"

"I'm in imports and exports..lots of traveling..deals" His arm snakes around my waist as he speaks freely about all the illegal shit he gets up to "Boring shit"

"Imports and exports?" I repeat slowly, letting the words roll off my tongue with a grin "Of what may i ask?"

Fully aware I was potentially about to probe vital information I adjust my top so the mic has better chance of picking the audio up, but play it off as harmless flashing. I needed him to lean into me the closer he was to me the better Charles could hear him.

And he did just that "Let's just say..high-value goods ..others are more valuable" He hushes casually.

"More valuable than a good woman sat in your lap?" I ask with flirtatious eyes.

His eyes darken with desire with a mixture of something more sinister "These drugs are worth a lot..I'm still yet to find out your value"

Bingo.

"Sienna you're doing great we're noting this all down" Charles congratulates me for my efforts so far but I don't let his voice put me off.

"Drugs?" I arch my eyebrow in fake interest paired with a dirty smirk "Now they're pretty valuable especially if you like playing in the snow"

"Mhmm very valuable" I could feel his cold rough fingers finding a track in my thighs. My eyes couldn't help but follow that journey cautious of how high he was getting. I swallow back the bile twisting itself in the back of my throat and carry on eye fucking the cunt "Do you import them from Russia?"

He nods, a smirk playing on his lips "Mostly yes..but also other countries..Ukraine..Belarus" He leans in closer, his breath brushing against the side of my flushed neck. I let my finger roam down his chest, at this point I wasn't even in control of my own actions I was just desperate for answers so I could escape out of here.

"I like a man who travels..there's something sexy about it" I mutter.

"So you're saying you like dangerous men?" He asks eagerly, tracing patterns across my thighs "Because I sure as hell find dangerous women sexy"

I cock my head to