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I got ready as slow as possible. I put on a blacked cropped top with black leggings and black boots. When I was finished getting ready I called Jimena before I went down to let her know I was on my way "actually, there's this really cool new club on the strip, we should go!" She said. I went silent for a while "uh-yea-yea let's go. Where is it?" She gave me the name and location of the club and we're she'd be sitting then we agreed to meet in twenty. I slipped my pink handle blade into the holster that was on my thigh then a longer, sharper knife my dad wanted me to use into my shirt so it was held up by my bra. I put my mask in a small black backpack then made my way out the hotel.
When I got to the front of the hotel, my brother was waiting outside the car, he opened the door for me then got in after me. I gave them the new location and we drove there in complete silence. No one spoke, I couldn't, I didn't know what to say. My brother put his hand on mine and held it tightly until we made it to the back of the building. I didn't get out. I felt stuck, melted to the leather seats. My brother finally gave my hand one more squeeze, I looked up with a quivering lip and he nodded at me. I stuck my mask on, took a few deep breaths, then finally got out the car.
The parking lot was dark so no one could see me, and the one couple that did see me was drunk out of their minds so I didn't care. I snuck in through the kitchen, then slipped my way into the main room of the club. The club was blasting music, it smelled of liquor, weed and sweat. I ducked behind dancing people and in corners until I finally saw her. She was dressed in a tight white dress that had a teardrop cut out in the chest. She sat at a booth with mostly guys and she looked really drunk, and I waited for her to walk towards the bathroom. I noticed her pick a phone up once or twice and when the person she wanted didn't answer she got annoyed and threw it back down.
I waited at a small table in a dark corner, to calm my nerves I got a drink. Eventually she finally got up from the booth and stumbled her way towards the bathroom, and I followed. I waited until everyone else was finished and out of the restroom before going in and locking the door behind me. I let her use the restroom, mostly so it gave me more time to prepare myself. When she finally came out she stumbled over to the sink "Stupid bitch, couldn't even say she couldn't make it anymore" she slurred. This got a rise out of me, like my brother and father, disrespect wasn't something I took lightly. I stood behind her and stared her down in the mirror.
When she looked up and saw me it was like she sobered up "Ona..." she breathed out. Her hand slowly slid down her thigh and I noticed a small black wire sticking out her dress.it felt like a dagger to the heart, she was setting me up as well. I pulled the long black knife my father gave me and used it to stop her hand. She looked at me terrified, her breathing was unsteady as I slid the knife from her hand to the wire. In one swift move I cut through the wire and stared at her with glossy eyes. "I didn't want to believe it..." she stammered as she tried to justify herself "but he was right...you're a filthy, backstabbing, rat" she shook her head frantically "no-no, I'm not, I swear I'm loyal to you and your brother and your dad"
