Mu admirer is a mobster

Harry sighed, another night of work, he works at a strip club and it's always busy, unfortunately not with very good people. Harry had a lot of complaints, really a lot, but he swallowed all his frustrations inside himself, why would he complain if he almost always got a good tip? No, people didn't tip him for his good work, but for his appearance.

Harry was twenty-five years old, with red hair that reached his shoulders, blue eyes, and cute freckles on his face. Unfortunately, he didn't have a very masculine appearance, he was often mistaken for a woman, usually mistaken for his twin sister Harley and he suffered so much because of it that he lost count.

When he started working at that club, which was the only place that accepted his resume, he quickly started to be mistaken for a woman, but soon realized the tips he earned from it and this time he preferred not to say anything, complaining didn't fill his stomach.

— Harry!

The redhead turned around. The one who called him was his colleague and friend, Barbara. He always called her Barbie. She has blonde hair and very light blue eyes. She just didn't like pink, she liked blue.

— What's wrong?

— You need to go answer the phone in the VIP room.

— What? But I can't answer the phone there. What happened to José?

— He had to leave early. He was feeling really sick. I think it was food poisoning.

— Seriously? Poor guy.

— Poor guy, nothing. Nobody told him to eat the food here. The only thing that's good is the drinks and the dancers.

Harry rolled his eyes and finished cleaning the glasses.

— Okay, I'm going over there. Are you going to stay here alone?

— What's wrong? Do you think I can't stand these jerks? I've been here longer than you, sweetie.

— I told you not to call me that.

Barbie just smiled and went to wait on some tables. Harry sighed. He really didn't want to go. He had always heard José complain about the VIP room. They were always rich men, and most of them were probably married, but they had several women around them, as if they were their trophies.

It was disgusting.

He finally arrived at the VIP room. The air conditioning was much more powerful. The place was decorated with several red and velvety items. The room wasn't that crowded. There were only three men there. The good thing about the VIP room was that it was never full. Not everyone could afford it. Harry started taking orders from the tables. The first man simply had a ridiculous mustache and gold teeth.

The women with him practically rubbed against the man's body. The second man looked like a prince from a cliché romance novel, but he had a bored look on his face and spoke rudely to his women. Then he arrived at the third man, and was really surprised to see that he was alone. There were no women with him. He was wearing an elegant suit and his face was also very handsome, with dark skin, black hair and green eyes, like an emerald.

— What would you like, sir?

The man looked at him. Harry quickly noticed his eyes shining with a kind of desire. He obviously thought there was a beautiful woman in front of him. They all wore the same outfit, and nowadays men even liked to see women wearing a kind of suit.

— You don't have to call me sir, I'm not that old, call me Liam.

— Okay. Liam, what would you like?

Liam didn't even need to look at the drinks menu, he was so comfortable there, it seemed like he had been visiting the place for a long time.

— Just a champagne today.

— Okay.

Harry then left with the orders without looking back, he could feel Liam's gaze on his back, and he simply didn't have time for that, the redhead had been working at that place for a long time and should have gotten used to it.

Harry prepared the drinks, a wine for the first man and his women, a whiskey for the second man who didn't order anything for his companions and a champagne for Liam. The redhead returned to the VIP room with all the drinks, he really had a very good balance and that helped him a lot at work.

— Does anyone have any other requests?

Harry looked around after his question, but no one said anything, he was going to leave, however. Liam called him.

— More champagne.

— Okay.

Harry left, but it didn't take long to get more champagne for Liam.

— Is that all?

— I'd like you to drink with me.

— Sorry, I'm at work, Liam.

— How about after work?

— When I finish my shift, I'd like to go home and sleep, I'm sorry.

— It's okay.

No one in the room had asked for anything else, Harry took the opportunity to clean the place, luckily they seemed more polite and simply didn't throw their things on the floor, the redhead ended up not having much trouble.

The second man decided to leave first, his companions almost falling as they walked, they seemed dizzy, they probably didn't eat or drink anything after they arrived. The first man decided to leave too, he seemed quite drunk like his women, clearly wanting to leave to have more privacy.

Only Liam was left, Harry thought he was going to order more champagne when the man called him again.

— Would you like another drink?

— No, I'm done, my bill, please."

Harry was getting more and more surprised by Liam, after all, no one in that place had an ounce of politeness. The redhead soon came back with the bill and Liam paid him in cash. Harry quickly counted it to see if everything was okay, but his eyes widened, surprised to see that he had a lot of money in his hands.

— Liam, I think you gave me too much money.

— It's okay, it's your tip.

Harry was practically speechless, he had never received such a big tip before, the redhead didn't even notice the man leaving.

Liam quickly left the stripper club and got into his car. The first thing he did was grab his cell phone and call a number.

— Hello? It's Liam. I need you to find out everything you can about a woman.

Liam was smoking his cigarette on the balcony of his mansion, he had a gossip magazine in his hand, his cousin always brought it to him, although Liam didn't care about the gossip about him. It was usually always the same subject, how could a handsome and rich man like him not have a partner? Liam wasn't stupid, most of the women who flirted with him just wanted to get their hands on his money.

Liam was known for being a big rich businessman, everyone thought that was where all his money came from, they were completely wrong, he was very careful and no one ever suspected anything. The balcony door opened, it was his right-hand man, Enzo.

"Did you get what I asked for?" Liam asked as he finished his cigarette.

"I did, it was a little annoying at first, because you didn't even have a name for me, luckily she's the only redhead who works there."

"So?" — Her last name is Santos, so I looked for everyone with that last name and finally