The base from the massive speakers pounded through my chest as I moved my body to the rhythm of the song booming through the speakers.
My long white hair, swinging back and forth, the glitter around my eyes starting to run from the sweat.
"Do you got the product?" I asked over the pounding beat.
"Of course baby. Anything for you." The man grinding on me spoke in my ear. His beard scratching against my neck and shoulders. "Wanna get outta here?" He kissed my shoulder.
Turning, I spotted my second, and winked. "Yeah, honey, let's get out of here." I batted my eyelashes.
Leading, he threaded his fingers through mine as I weaved us through across the club floor and through the back, out to the back parking lot.
"You got the money?" He asked.
What a gentlemen. I fought the urge to roll my eyes into the back of my head.
"Yeah." I pulled out the rolled money from my bra and handed it to him.
"Hot." He said while handing me a taped kilo of pure heroin.
"Got it." I called out loud enough to be heard across the empty dark parking lot.
Not five seconds after I yelled, the sound of multiple heavy footsteps pounded against the concrete as red and blue lights lit up the lot.
"You lying bitch!" He seethed, spinning behind me to wrap an arm tightly around my throat. Knife in the other hand by my face.
"Drop it!" Antonio's voice came.
"Let her go!" I saw Jay and the Intelligence unit moving in.
"I'll let her go when I get free passage out of this shit show." He called back to them.
"We can arrange that, but you gotta let her go as a sign of good faith." Hank told him, as calm as ever.
"I'm not that stupid." He snorted.
"Actually," I threw the kilo to the closest cop to me, "you are." Grabbing his wrist with the knife, I threw my head back, headbutting him square in the face. He let his arm around my throat go loose at the sudden impact and I grabbed it, spun out of his grip and kicked his legs out from under him.
The unit moved in and I got out of the way.
They cuffed him and hauled him back up to his feet. "You'll pay for this bitch."
"Please, I'll see you in 5 to 10." I gripped the front of my wig by my forehead and pulled it off, revealing my highlighted blonde, dirty blonde hair.
His eyes popped out as he finally clicked in that he got played by a girl, but what really scared him was when he came up behind me. My second in command. Conrad was a scary dude. Six two, muscles and tattoos for days. Super nice guy. Great intimidator.
"You good boss?" His deep voice rumbled in his chest as his hand landed on my shoulder.
"Yep. All good."
After the cops had put him in a squad car and left, Jay came up to me.
"You know you look really sexy in your bullet proof vest." I told him, tugging on the sides.
"Oh yeah?" He smiled.
"Yeah." I nodded and gladly kissed him when he bent his head down.
"You okay?"
"I am now." I placed a light kiss on his lips before he could pull away.
He grinned, "I mean physically." He grabbed my chin and gently lifted my head up to see my neck.
"I'm good. Won't even leave a mark."
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Which is my parent?
Fanfiction(I only own my own characters) Maria Kelly didn't have it easy, her uprising wasn't graceful. Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, filled with the wrong people and bad situations. Her mother didn't even know who her father was. She grew up nev...
