Mafia King's Obsession

FRAN'S POV

No one tells you that being anything in LA is difficult. 

No, wait, maybe they do, but we don't listen because we have dreams, and they never die. 

Or so we tell ourselves just to have some hope. And it was hope that made me s*ck the deepest breath I could manage as I listened to the announcement from the stage. Everything was ready, I was ready to perform again today just like always. But one thing was different about tonight. I wasn't just going to perform to a crowd of judgmental LA wives and mogul husbands, I was performing for HIM. 

Luca Castello. 

You may ask me, Francesca Khefe Elaise, why the hell do you set your sights on such a dangerous man? A man who, according to words on the street, was the most feared crime boss in the city with fatal underground afflictions and powerful upperground connection. Surely you must be out of your mind! 

I know what I'm doing is dangerous, but I also know deep inside that Luca Castello and I have something in common - no, we have a connection, albeit a thin one. 

I've been dancing here at Ricky's Purple Satin Club for 3 years now, and I have only just recently felt the most intense audience ever, and it happened when Luca began to frequent the club last year. If I'm right and that connection between us is real, then he is the man that can help me. I just need to give my best performance today to be able to approach him. 

Janet Jackson's voice filled the stage with the beginning of the song 'That's The Way Love Goes'.

"Like a moth to a flame drawn by the fire, my love is blind. Can't you see my desire?"

I specifically asked for that song because I was the silly moth drawn to the flame that was Castello. He would burn me, that's for sure. 

Dancers at the club don't have much say in the affairs of the club - who am I kidding? They don't have a say in anything at all. But I begged Keith this evening when I arrived for my set. I begged and begged because I had spent all night practicing. It was the perfect song for a man like Luca, a man whose aura was as dark as his looks. 

I haven't seen him outside the club, but I've felt his presence night after night when I climb on stage. I've felt those intense eyes watching my moves. I wonder what he thinks when he watches with that unwavering stare. 

I glided on stage dressed in my short gold sequin dress. It barely covered a thing, but then that's the purpose of it. As a jazz fusion dancer, everything about me from my dress to my dance moves was supposed to provoke desire, lust and I was good at it. 

How did I end up here? Well, you won't believe it, but when my