Red Light District Blues Ch. 01

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"My associates would love to meet you, do you wanna come?"

Thinking for a moment, Bella smirked. It wasn't as if she had anything else to do. Her career in Hollywood was coming to an end and she would need something new along the way to keep her financial boat going afloat. Nodding her head at Alberto, she replied.

"Yeah, I'd love to meet them. Maybe they can help me out."

When she turned around, the man in the blue suit had come behind her and smiled. He spoke to Bella next.

"So you really wanna come with us?"

All she did was nod her head, giving them approval with a smile across her lips. She began to walk with Alberto as he escorted her towards a white Cadillac Escalade with gold tinted rims. The man in the blue suit moved to the driver's door, opening it up while Alberto opened the left side back door and invited her in almost as if he were playing the act of a gentleman. Bella stepped her right hooker boot into the luxurious vehicle before climbing in. The interior of the Escalade was decorated completely in fuzzy black and gold colored tiger stripes, including the walls and consoles. Bella sat down on the left side seat, just before Albert climbed in with her and shut the door.

"So, where is this place exactly?"

There wasn't any concern in Bella's voice. Something gave her a good feeling about these men. Sometimes you had to go for a risky opportunity in life to make it, she had learned that a long time ago.

"Just a few blocks up north where my boss lives. It won't take but thirty minutes. You wanna stop and get some coffee or something?"

"Nope. I'm fine, thank you."

Bella had noticed that he went from speaking of associates to now mentioning that he had a boss. It was apparent that these men were not normal whatsoever. The fancy suits, gold jewelry and decorated Escalade was enough to tell anyone that they had just met some figures that were more than likely involved in the criminal underworld of the city. The thought didn't phase Bella's mind, not even after she experienced drugs out in the open at the club last night. In the past, she had met a couple drug dealers here and there but never the kind who wore suits like this. She still found it quite amusing that they didn't seem to recognize her whatsoever. The Escalade was driving on a clear path, heading through Mid-Beach and to the north part of Miami Beach.

North Beach contained a very special place of cheap hotels and entertainment at the hands of a dangerous and dark night scene. When the sun sunk down in the sky, the flickering neon lights turned on to awaken another life in a seedy place among the big city. It was only the afternoon hours for now, but business never slept in this part of town. The Escalade soon pulled up to a hotel building located in the middle of a busy street. A bank was close by and another hotel. The Escalade stopped and parked right next to a red Lamborghini Countach. When they had arrived, Alberto informed Bella and they soon exited the vehicle together. The two walked her through the front doors of the hotel, escorting her to the elevator where they would take a long ride to the highest floor of the tall building. The penthouse suite awaited them with two bodyguards standing outside a white door with a gold knob.

"Alright, here we are. My boss is inside."

"Awesome! I hope he's as nice as you are."

Alberto turned and spoke back to Bella before he ran his right hand up to the door knob and opened it. She watched the two body guards near the door while the same man who had driven them was behind her. When the door opened, Bella walked through with Alberto and was greeted with a strong scent of raspberry candles burning. The penthouse was a massive room, the back wall covered in glass windows and what appeared to be a balcony from the distance. She walked around, looking over the walls that were painted in a light green color. Various paintings were on the wall. Every photo contained a different face in what seemed to be a tribute to various family members. Alberto guided her towards a large red couch, motioning for her to have a seat.

"Wait here, my boss will see you soon."

He soon disappeared in the room along with the other man wearing the blue suit. Bella sat down, looking down at a massively large round glass coffee table in front of her. It was completely clean, containing nothing but a gold box with a jeweled cross over the top. Her eyes wandered around the penthouse suite as she noticed the men shuffling up the staircase. From the right corner of the room, she soon saw an older woman that had been looking at her almost as if she were studying her. Bella looked over at the woman who began to walk closer to her. She was wearing a crimson red dress, her hair was black and curly as she wore a diamond necklace over her neck. She soon witnessed a cigarette in the woman's right hand, just before she pushed it to her lips and took a puff. Bella soon realized that she recognized this older woman, for it was the same one in the yellow trench coat that starred her down last night in Club Atlantis.

"So you're the whore who Alberto won't shut up about. The one I seen last night in the V.I.P. room of the club."

The woman spoke in a stern voice, blowing smoke before she brought the cigarette back to her lips. Bella looked at her bewildered. The young singer didn't know what to think of the woman's words as she appeared to be quite an intimidating figure.

"Ummmm, yeah. That would be me, my name is Bella by the way."

Blowing out more smoke into the air, the woman turned to look down at Bella and offered a smirk before she replied. Her accent was as heavy as Alberto's, clearly in a Latin descent.

"You look like a cheap whore, that's what surprises me. How the fuck does a two-bit, cheap hooker like you manage to milk Alberto for fifteen hundred dollars? I know men are stupid, but this rarely ever happens with him. You must have skills, or he is just dumber than I originally thought."

Bella began to laugh at the woman's words, giving her that amazing slow laugh she was known for. It was funny as hell at her, since all these people truly believed that she was a hooker when in reality she was a famous former Disney star. Last night's deeds was simply a game to Bella in a way to tease Donna over the bartender mistaking them for a pair of prostitutes. When she was finally done laughing, the older woman looked annoyed from the expression on her face.

"Believe it or not, I'm not really a hooker."

Those big brown eyes of the older woman locked over Bella's face while she puffed on her cigarette again. She waited a few seconds before breathing out a cloud smoke before she responded.

"You aren't fooling anyone, dear. It's in the way you dress."

There was a point in the woman's words that Bella couldn't deny whatsoever. Her racy outfits had gotten her much publicity in gossip magazines and paparazzi attention but now it had netted her the mind's of dangerous people. She was sitting there in her jacket, still revealing her chest that only contained the silver top over her perky breasts. While the woman smoked her cigarette, Bella couldn't help but ask a serious question.

"So, why am I here exactly? Who am I waiting to meet?"

The woman waited between taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing out the smoke before she answered her back.

"Rafael is coming down to see you soon. Hopefully for your sake, he'll be much more impressed with you than I am."

"Oh, wow! Rafael sounds like a handsome name."

Bella spoke the first words that popped in her mind. The woman almost laughed at her words, but it didn't bother her whatsoever. Bella simply liked the name Rafael in general, figuring that this must be a good looking man who wanted to see her. A few minutes later, two men came down the staircase one before the other. There was a short man in a pink floral shirt and white pants. He had black hair, short and slicked back with a few tattoos over his muscular arms. Bella eyed him down, figuring that this had to be the Rafael that was mentioned. Behind him was a taller man packing heavy weight as his fat belly was revealed behind an unbuttoned blue robe. His head was mostly bald, except for the sides showing a few grey hairs that told Bella he was up there in age. She paid no attention to the fat man as she smiled brightly to the more handsome man. They entered the main living room, stepping around the opposite end of the couch as they looked down at her. Bella pointed her finger back and forth, looking over them both as she spoke.

"Which one of you is Rafael?"

She stopped her finger when pointing to the slim man in the button up floral shirt. Bella then crossed her legs and sat back on the couch. She winked at the man and spoke again.

"I'm assuming it's you cause Rafael is a sexy name and you've got the looks to go with it."

The slim man shoved his hands into his pockets and then laughed before smiling back at the older man. He looked back to Bella and replied to her.

"Actually, my name is Leo."

He pointed back towards the fat man and spoke once more.

"This here is Rafael."

Just like that, her smile turned upside down into a frown. Bella was completely disappointed to learn that Rafael was this big fat man standing tall in a pair of white sweat pants and unbuttoned blue robe. His hairy chest was completely visible, almost as if he found pride from his large belly. Over his neck was a shiny gold necklace while he had a matching gold watch over his left wrist and various gold chains among both wrists. The older man began to laugh as he looked at Bella's disappointed face. Such a reveal was funny to him.

"Were you expecting someone else, honey?"

He had an accent, just like the others. Bella let out a sigh and shook her head.

"I didn't know what to expect, really."

The older woman looked back at her boss and shook her head.

"She's just a cheap hooker and nothing else. I guess she must have got bored working her corner last night and came in the club looking to turn some tricks. Alberto is an idiota to waste that kind of money on a two-bit whore like this."

Rafael shook his head and replied.

"Rita, need I remind you that talent can be found in all places? Let me handle this, I appreciate your concerns."

At last, Bella had learned the name of the mystery woman. Rita stepped away, finding an ash tray nearby to discard her used cigarette. Leo moved to sit down on the couch next to Bella while Rafael stood in all his glory looking down at her. His face clearly was painted in hunger, but she wasn't quite sure yet if he lusting over her or something else.

"So, I've heard great things about you. I don't think you know who I am yet, dear."

Unable to help herself, Bella laughed at him. She may not have known who he was, but she found greater pleasure in the fact that none of them had any idea of her identity. It was funny that these underworld figures didn't realize they had a girl of fame and fortune sitting in front of them. She was waiting for the right moment to pull her 'don't you know who I am?' line to see the reactions they would have. Bella figured now wasn't the right time, she sat there and replied back to Rafael with her musings.

"Let me guess, you're some kind of pimp daddy? And she right there-"

Her finger pointed at Rita as she still spoke.

"That's your madam who runs things, right?"

Rafael smiled. The old man appeared to be impressed with her.

"You're close, I take it that you're not from Miami Beach or southern Florida at all."

"No, I mostly live back in L.A."

"Ah, so you're an out-of-towner. That makes this interesting."

While she sat there and went back and forth with the older man, Leo leaned over on the couch and was studying Bella. She knew his eyes were looking past her jacket and to her tits, just the reason she had such a revealing outfit on in the first place. Rafael continued speaking.

"If you can turn up and make someone like Alberto pay you over a thousand dollars like that, I think you have talent. I believe we could establish a working relationship together. I'm looking for girls like you who can drain men's wallets like that."

Finally, the time had come. Bella couldn't hold back from her laugh that was obviously annoying Rita who stood there gazing down at her. She had to reveal her true identity to these people, desperately waiting to see how they would react.

"Ummmm, all of you have me wrong in this. Let me tell you, I'm not really some hooker or anything, seriously."

Rafael raised his eyebrows as Bella continued to speak.

"Don't you know who I am? Really, I can't believe none of you have recognized me at all. I'm Bella Thorne, don't you realize who you are talking to?"

"Who the fuck is Bella Thorne?"

Rita called out, prompting Bella to look back at the older woman and yell to her.

"That's me, dammit! I'm trying to tell you, I'm not a call girl or anything! Sure, you might think I am due to how I dress out in public, but really you're talking to someone that is famous here. I'm a super star and I'll fucking prove it! Look me up, I'm really her! If you need proof, here-"

She loosened the jacket from her body, pulling it off and then pointing her right finger to the little heart shaped tattoo on her left shoulder. Bella then raised her left wrist and pointed at the B² tattoo she had there.

"Look me up online! I'm really her!"

Many thoughts ran through Rafael's mind as he began to realize they potentially had a celebrity sitting before them. He looked back at Leo and spoke to him.

"Toss me your phone, Leo."

The younger man dug into his pocket to retrieve his large flat shaped rectangular phone and then tossed it to the older fat man. Rafael had to lean forward with both hands to catch the phone. He then turned to Rita, motioning with her to follow him out the room. Before they left, Rafael spoke to Bella.

"Forgive me for a moment, we have to make a quick phone call."

It was a lie and Bella quite knew it. She watched the fat man and his madam step out of the living room and walk to the back door leading to the balcony. Bella was now left alone with Leo sitting next to her. The cool air hit over Rafael's aged face as he stepped through the glass door and ventured to the balcony, Rita following behind him at every step. He wanted Leo's phone so he could go online and search her name to see if Bella was truthful in her claims. All it took was him to type in her first name on the search engine and then it filled in the rest. When the initial search page loaded up, Rita was standing next to Rafael and looking back at the results.

"Gracia divina, look at this."

Rita glanced at the screen of his phone. There was definitely a match in resemblance to the photos. She looked back through the windows to see Bella still sitting on the couch, now speaking to Leo as they appeared to be sharing a laugh. Rafael scrolled through the search results page. He had no concern whatsoever of her past or the fact that she was a famed Disney starlet. All he cared about was making money and seeing her as a useful investment for his operations. He continued to scroll through the search results, looking at various recent pictures of her dressed in revealing dirty outfits. Rita placed her hands down on her hips, listening to the ambient sound of wind on the penthouse balcony. She glanced down over the railing before she gazed back at Rafael and spoke.

"So, what's this to you? It looks like we've got something hot on our hands."

"Ohhhhh, yes we do. This is something great indeed, Rita."

The tone in Rafael's voice had completely changed. Rita knew when he spoke with great enthusiasm as the wheels were churning in his mind thinking of how he could use this new toy for making money. The older man was pushing in his late fifties. He had been a pimp for as long back as he could remember, enjoying a life of grandiose and as a playboy. Rafael focused entirely on running clubs as fronts with brothels in the back, managing his pimps and madams. Over the years, he was known as one of the biggest pimps in all of Miami Beach who had some how managed to evade prosecution through bribery and corruption. His full name was Rafael Munoz, a local celebrity in town. He had been around for a long time, heavily connected with top players in the underbelly of the city. To this day, Rafael found himself working for a duo of two brothers. Their father had once been his employer over three decades ago.

Rita was around the same age as Rafael, only a few years younger. The woman had experienced the true underbelly for various decades. Once a stripper in her youth, she had risen through as an escort girl and worked under various pimps. She and Rafael became closely connected business partners some time around twenty-five years ago. Their relationship was of a close friendship, going back a long ways as they had watched one another grow older. Her place of interest was watching over night clubs like Club Atlantis where she had girls all over the place to make a good profit. Despite Bella's known status as a famous figure, Rita was the least impressed. She knew right away that this could spell trouble for them.

"I'm not sure I like this. So, she's famous and we could make good money with her, but aren't you worried it could attract attention to the things we do?"

Rafael looked back at the older woman and shook his head.

"Nonsense. This girl is completely out of control. All the articles I see online here are talking about what a hot mess she is and a complete fall from grace. Alberto told you he saw her snort up a line of coke in the bathroom last night, so I imagine she's another girl who likes to party and get wild."

The older woman walked towards the glass door leading back inside the penthouse. As she looked through the window, noticing that Bella and Leo seemed to be engaging in a conversation together. She could see a smile across the red haired girl's face, figuring that they were getting alone.

"I just don't like this idea. What makes you think that a girl like this is going to join us anyway? She probably just wants to get fucked and move on. That stunt at the club, that must have been a joke and we're falling for it."

Turning to look alongside Rita, Rafael couldn't help but smirk. It seemed the older woman had figured out Bella's game, but he still had his mind set on other things.

"Well, it's up to her. If she don't want to join us, that's her business. Personally, I don't care either way, but we always could use girls like that who can turn tricks and get a good profit."

Waiting a moment, Rita let out a long sigh. She had many concerns, ready to tell Rafael exactly how she felt about all of this.

"You sound so confident about this, like you've just got dollar signs in your eyes right now. Let's say that she does join us, there's a couple things we have to be concerned about. I'm worried that she will have paparazzi stalking outside our clubs. Before we know it, Vice will be raiding us and infiltrating all the clubs we run."

"Rita, relax. I've been in this business for so many years, let me worry about that."

She turned to look into his eyes. Rita shook her head at him.

"This girl is trouble, Rafael. That's all I'm trying to tell you. You can't get greedy seeing her as the bread winner. We might make less money with the other whores walking the streets, but it's not as risky as having a famous girl gone wild."

"We'll know how to handle her. Again, like you said, the choice is up to her. Even if she don't want to join us, that's fine. Hookers are easy to come across in this part of town, it's just the matter of finding the right one."

Rafael laughed as he noticed Bella and Leo still talking together from within. He figured they were getting along just fine and they had a chance of her joining them. The man looked back at his reflection over the glass door, thinking of what Rita had been telling him. He watched Leo while thinking of the possibilities that lay in store for them with Bella Thorne. Leo was a young, up and coming pimp who had been under Rafael's wing the past few years. He didn't think his coke habit was much of a problem, though Rita was always concerned about Leo. To Rafael, he seen the younger man as something like a son to him. After thinking more of it, he spoke back to Rita.