A Gorgeous on Stage

*Alan Garćia is a Mafioso who has a lot to do with his work and has experienced a lot, including losing his parents and his brothers. But he is still focused on his work. Because he is a Mafia boss, he has to concentrate on it, so he has no time for other things and only concentrates on himself.*

*he is cold-hearted, ignorant, arrogant but also aggressive and jealous. He is not interested in anything except his work and himself. He has no pity for others, no matter who they are and he has never loved anyone except his family*

*The VIP area of ​​the bar was bathed in muted, warm light that accentuated the gold decorations of the decor. Alan Garćia sat at one of the high leather tables, his posture relaxed but his eyes cold and alert. Two bodyguards stood behind him, silent as shadows.

He raised a hand and the girl behind the bar approached. Her movements were smooth, professional, but Alan barely paid her any attention.

“Whiskey. No ice,” he said briefly, his voice quiet but firm.

As she began to pour the drink, he turned to his bodyguard on his right. “Has there been any feedback from the contact in Chicago?”

“Not yet, boss,” the man replied.

Alan nodded almost imperceptibly, his thoughts already elsewhere. When the girl put the glass in front of him, he didn't even look at her. She murmured a quiet “thank you” before moving on, but he didn't register it. His focus was solely on his world*

*But then, the lights off, and a gorgeous girl appears on the stage in the spotlights. It was the bar's most beautiful female singer. She was so beautiful that someone who lays theirs eyes on her once, couldn't take theirs eyes off of her again. She sing a song.*

"It's been so very long

Since Lady Luck kissed you

Still, you listen for her song

And pray that she missed you

Dead inside 'cause you know it's all pretend

Close your eyes 'cause you're going off the deep end again–

You're living for the rush, for that royal flush

But you take what you can get

You play your final ace for a pretty face

Tastes like Scotch and cigarettes

And you can't help falling, going all in, though your odds are bleak

Till you break your losing streak

Ooh, oh, no

You're living for the rush, for that royal flush

But the next best thing will do

You wanna spend your chips on these rosy lips

Tryna get me next to you

'Cause you can't help needing to believe in finding what you seek

Till you break your losing..."

*Alan was about to take a sip of his Whiskey when the lights went out. With a frown he looked towards the stage and watched the singer arrive. The bodyguards behind him exchanged glances.*

*Alan's eyes wandered over the singer, taking in her curvy figure. She was quite beautiful, he had to admit. But he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cliché lyrics and sentimentality*

*"She thinks she's so goddamn special...", he thought.*

*He leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink and watching her performance*

*The singer continued to sing, her voice smooth and captivating. Alan found himself involuntarily impressed by her talent, but he quickly pushed the thought away. He was not one to get taken in by such shallow things.*

*Still, he couldn't completely suppress the slight feeling of irritation that crept into him. Why did she have to be so talented? It annoyed him. Not to mention her looks and the way she held herself on stage*

*His bodyguards were still standing quietly behind him, exchanging glances as they noticed the boss' mood*

"Good luck out there boys~"

*with that she finished her song, and disappeared from the stage*

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