Chapter One

The music from the club pounded in my ears, but the lyrics were blurred due to the amount of alcohol I consumed. My vision was playing the same tune. I could, however, manage to see my next target sitting behind the velvet ropes toward the back of the club. He wasn’t alone, but I knew I would have no trouble getting past the women that crowded around him. My flirtation skills and appearance were above average, so I figured this would be easy; his profile said he was a player. While the women surrounding him laughed at something he said, I passed through, causing some to give me dirty looks.

“Excuse me,” Everyone turned their attention to me as I spoke, “Can I talk to you?”

I pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the man at the center of all the attention- Nicholas Suede. His brown eyes met my hazel ones and I smiled seductively towards him.

“Do I know you?” His deep voice purred, causing me to swoon slightly- not that I would ever admit it.

“You don’t remember me?” I pouted, my full lips sticking out. I got the exact reaction I was looking for as I noticed his Adam’s apple bob up and down and his eyes go straight to my lips.

“Nah, I don’t remember you.” He had a ridiculous smile on his face. I smiled back.

“I bet you want to, though.” I leaned forward a bit and his gaze went from my lips down to my cleavage. Something caught my attention for a quick second off to my right side. I knew it was my dad. I didn’t bother to look.

“Let her in.” Nicholas spoke to the guard standing in front of the ropes.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me for long.” I winked at him, waltzing past the rope and up to where he sat on the white leather couch. The four girls that were gathered around him rolled their eyes as I squeezed in between him and one of them. He picked up an expensive bottle of wine and poured me a drink. I stared him in the eyes and smiled.

“What’s funny?” He handed the wine glass to me and I took a sip. My gaze went behind his head to my father who was edging his way closer to the body guard. I looked back at Nicholas.

“I can’t seem to fathom how one could be so stupid.” Nicholas face was twisted in confusion. “You really don’t remember me. You stole from my father.” His eyes grew big as he turned toward the security guard.

“Ah, ah, ah.” I wiggled my finger in his face, causing him to stare at me as if I were insane. “Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, not only are you admitting that you stole from my father, but you would also be dead before you could utter out a single word; half of this crowd is part of my father’s group.” The last part was a lie. In fact, my father and I were the only ones out of seventeen members present, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Why don’t you follow me?” I whispered in his ear and stood, grabbing his hand and tugging him up with more force than necessary. To any witness, it would look like the infamous Nicholas Suede was about to get laid, nothing out of the ordinary. I could feel the sweat on his hands as I pulled him away. He tried to slow us down with his bodyweight, but I grabbed him by his shirt collar pulling him over to my father.

“Here’s your trash.” I said, walking past my father while I pushed Nicholas out of the door. My dad was not too far behind. As I lead them to a secluded alley, I could practically feel Nicholas’ gaze burning into my back- and ass, for that matter. I rolled my eyes at him. Once a player, always a player- even if he was being lead to his death.

“I could offer you a lot. You sure you want to do this?” He smirked. He leaned in toward me and our lips nearly touched. I could practically taste his cologne and feel his skin on me before he pulled away.

“I can’t fuck a dead guy.” A hand touched my shoulder before I pulled the knife out of my cleavage. I was almost positive it was my father but his hands seemed to swallow my small shoulders. “What the---,” my face got close and personal with the bricks on the side of the building. It felt like a cheese grater was peeling away my cheekbone.

“Get out of here before I let her go.” The voice was deep and young- nothing like my father. Where the hell was he?

“Where is my dad?” I yelled at the man. He applied more pressure on my arm that was bent behind my back. The bricks assaulted my face each time he applied pressure.

“I was hoping you would tell me.”

“Go to hell.”

He released the grip on my arm, spinning me around, and pinning me with his elbow up toward the wall.

“You can tell me where he is or I can take you with me and we can find him, together. This is your choice, sweetheart. I have quite a short fuse waiting to be lit. Don’t screw with me.”

I smiled at him.

“Are you like this in bed?” He sighed in irritation at my question.

“Is that your final answer?” He questioned, taking his elbow away from my chest and cocking his head to the side. I thought I was crazy until I saw the look in his eyes. He seemed like he had taken a long fall off the tracks of sanity and got lost. He shook his head and gazed down the alleyway. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair and looked up at me, again.

“I didn’t hear you.”

His entire demeanor had broken my focus. Daddy had always told me to be prepared for anything, to never lose focus. Yet, I stood here slightly drunk in the presence of a man who had threatened to kill me. I was too distracted to react, but I broke the distraction quick.

“Screw you.” I tried to walk away. He grabbed my arm, my reflexes were quick but he had countered me. That was last thing I remembered before the world became a haze around me.

The concrete became my pillow.

When I awoke, I was tied to a chair in front of the window. The sunlight was cooking my face like a piece of bacon. I was tied to the chair, the chair was tied to the heater, and the heater was connected to the wall. I tried wiggling my wrists free, twisting my wrist out of it’s socket, and gnawing at the rope.

Nothing had worked.

My head felt like it had high fived a bag of bricks. It kept pounding to the beat of the techno music from last night at the club. There was a crunching sound coming from over my left ear that seemed to linger like a bee’s buzzing. I turned my head slowly and screamed at the figure standing over me. It was the guy from last night. If the chair hadn’t been grounded, I would have went down with it and it would have likely left me there.

“Good morning.” He was in a crisp white robe eating a bowl of cereal.

“The hell, dude?” This was starting off to be a bad day.

Author's Note: @KissMeOrKillMeSlow aka Amber

Hi readers. In this chapter, three different people worked together to finish it. They were myself, Jessica, and Trisha. Oh, and Vix edited it and added two letters in, so she is in as well (; Just thought I would share.

I am writing this a/n because I was technically the first member, since I am the founder.

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