Peter/YB X Female Reader //Partners In Crime//

Chapter 9: Impossible?

Peter's POV

We had ended up parking in an alleyway, about 20 minutes away from where Y/N had talked to Alan. We walked the streets, talking to a few people Y/N knew. After about an hour, we headed back to the vehicle. Y/N seemed pissed off, due to the fact that no one really had any clue how to get in that place.
"Darling, you do realize that we'll eventually figure out a way. And we may need to get fake identities." I said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I know I know. But what type of fucking club doesn't allow certain people in? How the fuck do they get buisness if you can't go in? Well... Nevermind that last question. There is probably enough rich people there to keep it in buisness." She muttered.
"It's only been the first day. Don't stress yourself." I said.
"You know what, we're gonna go to that fucking club and see what we can do." She said, turning into the alleyway where we were parked.
"Fine by me." I said.
We got in and headed towards the club.

Y/N POV

We drove for about another 20 minutes before it came into view. I was shocked, the outside of it looked beautiful. And a lot more different from what you'd expect from your average strip club. I parked and looked over at Peter. He smiled.
"Ok, let's put our weapons away for now. If they see anything dangerous on us, they may reject us right away." I said, taking out my hand guns and knives and setting them down.
"Got it." Peter said, doing the same thing.
We then got out of the vehicle and headed to the entrance. Once we got there, the 2 security guards looked at us.
"Names?" The first said.
I paused for a moment. We needed new names for now, just in case.
"Hope Kelly and Todd Renolds." I said, pointing at myself and then at Peter.
Peter gave me a confused face. I shrugged a little. The 2nd guard looked through his list for a moment.
"Neither of you are on the list." He muttered, looking at us.
"New. We're new." Peter blurted.
"Who sent you?" The first guard asked.
"Nobody sent us. We're good friends with Karma." Peter said, smirking.
"Karma? You mean the boss's wife?" The first guard asked.
"Yes. Child hood friends. When I heard that her husband owned this place, I was shocked and finally decided to visit her. It's been a long time." Peter said.
What was he doing? He's gonna fuck this up! Damn it, Cockbite! Both the guards looked at eachother and then back at us. They shrugged and opened the doors. The fuck!? My jaw literally dropped.
"Mk." The 2nd guard muttered.
We walked in.
"You could have fucked that up and..." I whispered/yelled.
"And you called me fucking Todd." Peter growled.
"Oh my gosh. Fake identities!" I said.
"Mhm. Sure. But next time they probably won't let us in without ID. I say we find someone who can help make fake ID's and whatever. We got fucking lucky. Now, let's split up and look around. Maybe find some sort clues as to who owns this place." Peter said.
"Mk. Meet back here in 30 minutes?" I asked.
Peter nodded and we both headed different directions. As I walked, I decided to look out for familiar faces and possible entrances, other than the front doors. Maybe through the vents or something? I can't fucking believe how easy it was to get in. I tried to blend in and not bring attention to myself. Cause next thing ya know I'm getting my ass kicked out or caught. And who knows if this guy knows that I work with Clementine or not. I felt vulnerable without my guns and knives, to be honest. I walked into the main room. Which was loud from the music. There was a huge stage up front, along with random platforms in the audience. I looked around and noticed how many fucking security guards there were.
"This place sure is gonna be hard to sneak in and out of." I muttered.

Peter's POV

I walked into a room and could easily tell this was the casino side. I knew there probably wouldn't be much here, but ya never know. I walked around for a while. I noticed that this place liked making sure that there was security. Almost everywhere you looked there was a security guard. Then again, I've learned that certain strip clubs don't have cameras because some of the dancers don't feel comfortable. And who knows how many people try to cheat in the casino. I noticed a vent in one of the corners. Maybe it lead out to one of the alleyways. I'll have to check it out when we leave. Just then I turned around to head back in the other direction and saw a familiar face. It was Karma. I pulled out the picture Clementine had gave us to make sure and it was definitely her. I decided to turn and walk the other way.

// Time Skip //

I waited for Y/N.
"She should be back here." I muttered.
Soon she walked over.
"Shall we head out?" She asked.
I nodded. We exited the building and got back into the vehicle.
"Any good news?" I asked.
"Well... There is a set of VIP rooms that I obviously couldn't get into. Tons of security guards. And no vents or cameras from what I seen. I'm thinking we come back another time and take an outside look. Any good news from you?" Y/N asked, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"I noticed the high amount of security guards as well. I saw one vent, but who knows if there is any access to it from the outside. Also, I saw Karma." I explained.
Y/N seemed shocked.
"Was anyone with her that could have been her husband?" Y/N asked.
I shook my head.
"No. Just a few of the dancers and some friends, I would assume." I said.
"Shit." Y/N muttered.
"I say we come back tomorrow night and looked around the outside for potential entrances." I said.
"Agreed, Cockbite." Y/N said, smirking.
"I thought my name was Todd Renolds?" I said.
"Shut it, asshole." She growled.
"Ok, Hope Kelly." I said.
"I'll fucking slam the breaks again." Y/N said.
"Ooo~ I'm so scared." I said, teasingly.
She rolled her eyes.

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