"Don't do that again". His voice changes. It's serious & demanding.
"Or what". I decide to test him. What is he gonna do throw me out of his club. Big deal.
He leans closer to my ear "Or I'll spank your ass until it's blue". I get goosebumps. He wo...
Storm That guys parents look so familiar I know I've seen them somewhere. "That guy". I still don't even know this guys name & now I gotta stay here.
Bullshit.
This guy must be someone important to have his own driver, big ass mansion, maids & guns. I'm guessing someone dangerous if people are shooting at his club.
The fact I even have to stay is pissing me off. It's not my fault those people saw me. I couldn't help but notice those people shooting had an accent. If I had to guess Russians.
The night my parents were killed I heard Russian accents. And that voice haunts me, one voice in particular. I hate that I let him bother me.
Anyways this house is so big I've gotten lost after walking away from mr.tattoos. I feel as if I've been walking around forever and my legs hurt.
Front Door
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Parking Spaces
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Entrance
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Living Room
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