𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑜 ☘︎︎

Warning: harassment

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Fear.

That's the best way to explain what Addison felt as she walked up the stairs to Queens for Kings, a disgrace of proper clothing covering her, lace body suit hugging her skin below the coat that she wore to keep herself warm from the raining weather. The crackle of the neon sign above her sent goosebumps up her skin, a sharp reminder of what was happening. "I was wondering when we'd finally get you around here." One of the guards smirked, his hand curling around her wrist pulling Addison up against his chest, her stomach turning. "Let me go Phillip please." She begged, her blue eyes meeting hazel while he chuckled, squeezing her hip roughly, a pained whine leaving her lips. "Bout time Charles brought in some new meat, the other ones are getting boring." Keegan chuckled, coming up behind her, locking her body between the two men. "I'm just waitressing for now, please just let me go." She pleaded, closing her eyes as Keegans hands trailed up her exposed thighs. "Did you get the tattoo removed?" Keegans hot breath whispered in her ear. "This morning, it's sore please." She pleaded, jumping when a slap was delivered to the bandaged tattoo, a loud cry leaving her lips. "Good,"

The doors opened revealing Emiliano, Charles VP for this sector of the gang. "Let her go, god dammit, let one girl come in without you two harassin' them, come on." Emiliano spoke, sticking his hand out while Addison slipped from between the two men, taking his hand gently, following him inside. The club was dimly lit, pulsing music thumping in the background while women danced along the stages, intoxicated on god knows what. Addison couldn't blame them, something had to make the pain go away. The air smelled of sex, cigarettes, and liquor, a nauseating scent while Emiliano lead Addison towards the dressing room, making sure she was shielded from the reality of what was happening out on the main floor. When the door shut behind them, Emiliano dropped her hand, taking her features in for the first time. "I can't believe he's making you come over here." Emiliano sighed, watching as Addison shrugged off her coat, hanging it up in her new locker. "He hates me, why is this surprising for everyone but me?" She asked, turning on her heel as Emiliano looked her over. "God you are a carbon copy of your father." He whispered, while she shook her head, blonde curled hair dropping over shoulders, falling to her belling button, a beautiful contrast to her slightly tanned skin. "Everyone tells me that, and I really wish they would stop." Addison mumbled, crossing her arms while Emiliano looked back up to her eyes. "Why?" He questioned. "Because let's not forget the people who took him away, are the same ones you and I answer to."

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George, James, Steve, and their best friend Sam all arrived outside the adult theater. James was in the passenger seat with furrowed eyebrows as he watched the entourages of men walking into the club with smirks. They were all part of the Son's of Lucifer, making the four men wearing suits stick out like a sore thumb. "We're going to be severely outnumbered," George spoke, all eyes turning to him, "everyone have their weapon?" He asked, fixing his cuff links before cutting the engine. "Yep, ready when you are boss." James spoke, climbing out of the car with the three other men, walking in a formation with George in the lead, nodding to the two guards as they pushed through the doors. James felt his stomach flip at the smell that filled the air, a sickening mixture of cigarettes, liquor, and sweat. "Jesus Christ." Steve mumbled, keeping his head down as they passed the stages, sitting in a booth up in the corner to have an overview of the entirety of the theater.

"If Charles decides to show up, we'll be able to see him from here." George spoke, leaning back against the cheap plastic booth. "Those guards are armed, it's safe to assume that everyone here is." James explained, watching Steve nod, leaning back to survey the room further. "Theres four cameras, one in each corner, but two don't have working lights which means they're out of commission." James continued, seeing his father smile as he turned back to him. "Welcome back son." George chuckled, squeezing James shoulder before he looked down at the table, listening to Sam and Steve's conversation. He was losing his focus out of boredom, no one coming in or leaving the theater for what felt like hours. "Hi, so sorry for the wait," A familiar voice rang out, making James swallow hard, "my name is Addison and I'll be your server today, is there anything I can get you?"