Bloodstained Mafia Lies

Prologue

“Your presence is requested in room eleven, tonight.”

Bunny drops the single gold key into my awaiting palm, before pulling back the black silk curtain draped behind her and allowing me to slip behind.

I curl my manicured fingers around the unsuspecting piece of metal, feeling the cool, smooth material bite into my warm flesh.

My heeled feet click against the hardwood flooring beneath me, leading me down a familiar corridor, golden light pouring from the old-fashioned sconces on either side of the wall.

When I get to the end, I shove aside another black silk curtain, the slippery material flowing over my knuckles like a waterfall and step out into a large circular room, crowded with bodies.

A bar lines the back wall, shelves filled with half full bottles of alcohol.

Some tall, some thin, some multicolored, some clear.

It’s a hive of activity—bartenders mouthing along to the words of a familiar pop song dripping from the overhead speakers, whilst pouring cocktails into glass and sliding them across the sticky mahogany bar top with a grin, before they move onto their next customer.

Perhaps, it could pass as any other bar.

But I know different.

Here, kinks are explored, pairs, or more, are partnered up based on their compatibility and ecstasy is the most expensive thing on the menu.

Welcome to Nameless.