Sex, money, and drugs.
When she becomes apart of a band that her brother was in, she slowly begins to realize why exactly she didn't like to fall into a group due to distant association.
The longer she stays, the more she realizes that everything se...
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We took a private jet.
A fucking private jet.
Now i have to meet the manager, and my stomach is sitting in my ass. Iann went over my sheet with me at least five times in the plane to make sure it was perfect, along with my contact sheet.
I don't understand why we flew to los angeles just to stay here for not even a day and leave tomorrow to— fuck I don't even know where tomorrow.
"This way ena." I hear ianns voice speak before his hands grip ahold of my shoulders guiding me to the front entrance of a very sketchy warehouse.
"I don't know about this— why am I meeting a manger in a warehouse in the middle of butt fuck nowhere?" I let my visible hesitation show before i begin digging my feet into the dirt ground, attempting to stop myself.
"Ena if you don't stop your shit." He hisses as he begins to push me as my feet slide across the ground.
"Iann, even if i like the color red even this is showing as a major red flag in my eyes." I say, my tone still very against this.
"Ena, im here with you. Your fine." He says as he continues to push me forward, we were now very close to what im guessing was the entrance door.
"How do I know your not setting me up to get me killed? Or like selling me to a fucking mafia..." my sentence trails off when I realize we're now standing in front of the entrance.
"Ena, if you don't-" his hiss got cut short as the huge doors come swinging inward. It was loud due to how big the doors were, honestly i felt like my heart shot back like it tried to escape my chest.
"Athena marie?" The bald man asked that held a brown clipboard that held so many papers it looked like it could've snapped.
He was fairly tall, I'd say maybe about 5'9, very muscular built, honestly he looked like the whiter skinned version of vin diesel— with blue eyes.
"Yeah." My voice was so low as he locked eyes with me, he nods before looking over at iann.
"Come on, we have things to discuss. We're on a tight schedule." The I'm guessing manger said before moving to the side.
I was still very much a statue as iann quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me into the huge building.
