Chapter 11|No Free Shows

Nova

"No." Grayson shakes his head.

"Grayson." I glare at him.

"Nova, you are not wearing that." He points to my silver scope dress, it has a plunging v-neck that shows off my cleavage and an open back that stops at the bottom of my back.

"Gray, if I wear this I'll fit in. If anything I'm probably wearing more than others in there." I try to reason with him. Who would have thought I would be the one actually thinking strategically.

"I don't know how I feel about this." He shakes his head looking at the dress.

"Ugh, Grayson it's just a dress." I roll my eyes and go back into the bathroom.

"I wouldn't call that a dress." I hear him argue from the other side of the door.

"Luckily, I don't care what you think." I change back into my shorts and T-shirt.

"Nova, just promise me something." I turn to Gray who looks seriously at me.

I place the dress on the bed and turn my attention to him. "What is it?"

"Wear pants and don't bend over." I roll my eyes but can't help but chuckle at the man.

"Got it. No free shows." I joke. He gives me deadpanned look showing me he found that anything but funny.

"Gray, it's fine. Stop stressing." I smile at him as he runs a hand down his face. it's funny watching him get all frustrated about a silly little dress.

"You remember what you have to do?" He asks.

"Yes. Walk-in, act innocent, catch his attention and let him take me to the room. I'll get info off of both parties and then suggest going somewhere private. Distract him until you come and then he dies." I nod my head summing up the plan for tomorrow night.

"Good. Now about that dress." I groan throwing the nearest thing at him, which happens to be my heels.

***

I look around the empty hotel room, bored with myself. Gray went out to get some food and told me not to do anything stupid. Where is the trust?

My eyes spot the mini-fridge and I decide to see if there's anything I can eat in there. My socked-covered feet touch the ground as I push myself off the bed and crouch down to the fridge.

"Oh yeah," I whisper when I see the mini bottles of liquor.

Taking all of them in my hand I run back over to the bed and dump them in the middle of the bed. Having nothing better to do I open one up and take it straight.

My face scrunched up and I shake my head as I place the bottle on the nightstand. One down...many to go.

***

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Grayson!" I smile up at him as he shuts the door and drops the bags on the floor.

"Nova." He says as a warning.

"What, want to join?" I smirk holding up a bottle for him.

He crosses his arms over his chest flexing his biceps. The movements make me bite my lip.

"Is that my shirt?" He asks.

I look down at the black large T-shirt I'm currently wearing. Looking up at him with an innocent smile. He sighs and walks over to the bed that I'm currently standing on.

"Come on, you've had enough." He stands at the edge of the bed holding his arms out for me to take.

I walk over to him placing my hands on his shoulders. His hands go to my hips as I look down at him. Leaning my head down to his ear I whisper, "Make me."

He groans his hands tightening on my hips. I yelp as he pulls my legs making me bounce on the bed as my back hits the mattress. He comes between my legs, I wrap my legs tightly around his torso. He pulls my lip out from my teeth. "Nova, you're drunk." He whispers while brushing hairs out of my face.

"So?" I stretch out the 'o' letting out a giggle.

He shakes his head, letting out a tired sigh. "Angel, listen carefully. Can you do that?" He looks me straight in the eye and I nod my head.

"Alcohol means no sex. You have had a lot of that, so no sex." He tells me sternly. I pout when he says no sex.

"But...but." I huff glaring at him.

"Sorry Angel. Another time yeah?" He brings me back up carefully.

"Fine," I mumble. He chuckles and moves the covers back, placing me in them.

"Good girl."

"I'm not tired." I look at him confusingly.

"I know Angel, but you just look too good in my shirt. It would be torture to see you and not touch you." He looks at me and then grabs the bags.

"You should probably get some sleep." I do as he says and lay down getting myself comfortable.

"I'm not tired," I say through a yawn. I feel the bed dip and the lights turn off.

"I see that. How about you just close your eyes." Grayson climbs in beside me and I turn to face him.

"I think I drank too much." I pout as my head feels dizzy. He chuckles laying his hands behind his back.

"You better be able to do the job tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah," I mumble as I dig my head further into the pillow.

"Night, angel." I vaguely hear as I drift off into a drunken slumber.

***

"Yes, I can hear you, you asshole." I hiss into the earpiece.

"Just checking angel." I roll my eyes and glare at him from across the room.

He tips his glass up smirking at me as I sit at the bar. With a huff I turn my back to him, looking around discretely for a certain Mr Russel.

"What can I get you?" The bartender comes up to me.

I put in, what I like to call, a 'dumb act' as I twirl my hair around my finger, and push my breasts up. "A lemon aid please." I giggle at him and with a wink, he's off to make my drink.

I resist the urge to throw up right then and there. "Cute acting." I hear Grayson snicker into my ear.

I take the drink from the bartender and turn myself on the stool, innocently sucking on the straw. "Fuck off," I grumble.

His chuckling stops, "12 o'clock." I look around and there I see him, sitting with two girls flanked on both sides of him and a glass in his hand.

"Target acquired." Making sure he will look at me I turn my body towards him and cross my leg over my other, the dress hitching up my thigh.

"Nova." I hear Grayson warn me. Ignoring him as I'm taking a sip of my drink I catch the eyes of Russel and watch as the smirk on his face grows and his eyes glint.

Gross.

"Got him." I hide the grin and watch him from the corner of my eyes as he walks over here.

He slides his arm across the bar taking a seat next to me. "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" The number of times I've heard that pickup line is ridiculous.

"If I was a nice girl, I wouldn't be in a place like this." I turn to him, our knees touching.

He smirks at me, his hand coming closer to my leg. "My name is Oscar." He holds his hand out for mine.

"Amy." I lie slipping my hand in his. He brings my hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on my knuckles.

"Can I get you a drink?" He doesn't wait for me to answer as he calls the bartender over. "Scotch and a martini for the lady." I hold back the anger as he completely ignores my requests.

"So what are you really doing here?" He turns back to me.

"Oh, I was meant to meet a friend but I guess he's not coming." I look around the bar innocently, looking for someone who doesn't exist.

"That's a shame. I could always keep you company." His hand slides onto my thigh and I give him a tight-lipped smile.

"If he doesn't get his hand off me...I will kill him." I mumble to Grayson.

"Stay down, Nova. Follow the plan." Grayson warns me.

"That sounds perfect." I smile sweetly and rub my foot against his leg. Being the desperate whore he is, he stands up with excitement and wraps his arm around my waist.

I make eye contact with Grayson as I get escorted down a dimly lit hallway. We pass the toilets, going to the last door at the end of the hallway. He guides me through it and there I see many men with women surrounding them and drugs everywhere.

I eye the people by a poker table with huge amounts of money and drugs in the middle, seeing the Scorpio tattoo on one of the men I know this could go bad.

Mr Russel sits down on a chair by that very table and pushes me on his lap. I'm so going to hurt him after this, disgustingly his hard-on pressed into me. He places his hands on my upper thigh, his hands are dry and cold making me shiver in disgust.

"Gentlemen. Let's get down to business." He nods at the three men at the table. Some don't bother to look at me probably used to a new woman every time.

However, the Scorpio man eyes me with lust-filled eyes as his eyes glide over my body slowly. Being the hoe I am, for tonight anyway, I wink at him and let out a girly giggle. Gross.

He smirks and leans back taking a drag of his cigar. "Right, when are the next shipments going out?" I've learnt the way these men work, I know these types of men.

As they begin to talk business I make sure I act clueless and that I'm not paying them any attention. That's what you have to do if you don't want to be killed, these guys don't care about you at the end of the day.

"I'll have them come in on Thursday night, 2 am exactly. No latter no earlier, and I want my cut." Scorpio man says sternly to the two men.

"Of course, as long as I get my income from drugs. I've got a company to run after all." The other man I don't know says.

"I can assure you both now, you will both get your cut of both packages. My men have been dealing for the last five years, you're in good hands with me." Mr Russel says as he kisses my neck.

I'm gonna be sick.

"I want fifty per cent of the cut. My boss won't like it any less." Scorpio dude says to Russel.

"That can be arranged. Do we have a deal?" He nods his head, holding his hand out and they both agree to holding a glass up for it.

realising there's nothing much to see here, I quickly make up my mind that it's time to move on to the next stage of the plan.

"Let's go have some fun, baby." I purr into his ear.

He doesn't waste time and starts to attack me there and then. "Somewhere private, I want you all to myself." I run my finger down his cheek as he falls for my trap.

He leads me to another room and I push him down onto a couch. Straddling him, I waste no time and have him down where I want him.

"How about we have some fun?" I whisper, trailing my hands over him.

He grins planting his hands on my waist. Just as he starts to travel his hands the door opens and I smirk leaning away from him.

"Get out!" He grunts trying to keep me on him.

"I thought I could bring someone along?" I say sweetly and climb off him.

"Great job, Angel." Grey circles his arm around my waist as I stand there with a hand on my hip.

The man looks between us both confused until his eyes widen as if something clicked.

He goes running up and out but grey shoves him back down. "Not so fast." He says taunting.

"What do you want?" The man grits out, glaring at Grayson and me.

"Now you've been a problem. Problems get alimented." Grey pulls his trousers up and leans down to his eye line.

"Fuck you." The man spits out.

"Already did." I smile at the man as I click my heel and the knife pops out, I pick it up and twirl it against my finger.

Grey looks at me warningly I wink at him as he looks me up and down, taking his lip into his teeth.

***

"Funny isn't it? You cower behind people and look now. There's nowhere to run." I say walking over to the now beat-up man. Grey sends another blow to his face, his lip now cut and blood oozing out of him.

Grey grunts and stands back. I strut up to the ass, lifting his head up to see my smiling face, I cut a long gash done his face. Leaning down into his ear I whisper harshly.

"Touch me like that again, I'll guarantee you, I will have you're dick hanging like a chandelier." I push his blood-filled face away from me.

Grey steps forward clicking the safety of his gun and raising his arm to point the gun at his head.

"We told you're wife too," I say just as he looks up wide-eyed and grey pulls the trigger.

"Well...that was perfect timing." I look at his slumped body.

"Let's go." Grey holds his hand out for me to take.

I take his hand as we walk out of the bar as if nothing happened. As we walk out into the cold I look at Grayson, his tall figure in the dashing suit, his gun tucked away behind his waistband, his white shirt that has a spot of blood on it, makes my skin flush and my body exited.

"I must say, you look dashing." I smile to myself as I walk ahead of him.

"Are you seducing me, miss Quinn?" I bite my smile back as I purposely sway my hips.

"Depends, is it working?" I turn my head to see his smirking self.

"Absolutely."

***