The Don and The Donna

No Deal

She could feel the music pulsing through her body as she moved through the crowd up to her secluded section of the nightclub. People moved out the way like the parting of the red sea as two of her men walked in front of her leading the path to the steps. Two more men held up her rear to make sure no one tried to pull a fast one behind her back.

Most people knew not to touch her or go near her, those were the regulars but every now and then there's that one random drunk guy that wanted to get the beauties attention but then he'd learn his lesson when two guns are drawn on him from her men that walked behind or in front of her. After that they'd back off and give some sorry ass apology. She'd roll her eyes at how they'd roll over on their backs like a bitch and keep going.

She slowly made her way up the steps she walked up every Saturday night. She wasn't big on clubs but since she owned this one, she made it a habit to visit on Saturday nights to make sure everything was business as usual.

Very few people knew she was the owner so when she would see bartenders or waitresses trying to skim some money off the top, she'd make sure they had a nice conversation with her men.

One thing Avery did not play about was her money and thought it disrespectful and distasteful when those who worked for her stole from her especially since she made sure that the bartenders and waitresses in her club were getting paid better than people on salary at office buildings.

To top it off she even let them keep their full tips and if they were booked for a section, they'd get half of the payment plus their hourly wages and tips.

After the first few times they learned not to ever attempt to take money that she wasn't already giving them. They didn't know how they were being found out, but they knew there were eyes on them, and it wasn't worth loosing their fingers over.

When she entered her private section there was already bottles on the ice and her usual server with a glass ready for her to drink. She only had a select few servers that were allowed to serve in her section. Despite not many people knowing she was the Donna, there were still people who wanted to take her out just off the strength of who her godfather was and who her parents are.

She smirked at the server as she grabbed the drink from the tray. "Having a good night, Liam" She asked the handsome young man. Liam had been her server since she opened and knew exactly what drink to bring her every night she visited. Sometimes she found herself sad when he wasn't the server for the night because he knew her so well, she didn't have to ask for anything, there was always a drink waiting when she finished hers and he knew her limit even better than she did. At that point he would only bring her water.

"I am now that you're here, Miss Avery" he said in that smooth southern baritone. She eyed him over the rim of the glass as she sipped her drink. She could tell by the glazed overlook in his eyes that he appreciated the deep cut black dress she decided to wear tonight.

She'd been tempted many times to give him exactly what he wanted but like with Frankie she never mixed business with pleasure. Plus, Frankie would probably shoot the kid if she did.
Instead of acknowledging his comment she walked past him to the railing that overlooked the club below.

She smirked at the group of females that looked like they were celebrating a bride-to-be, judging by the sashes on them and the tiara on the head of the one that was dressed in a white dress compared to their black dresses.

She loved seeing people enjoy themselves in her establishments, the more they enjoyed themselves the more money they spent. Her eyes roamed to the rest of the club as she continued to sip her bourbon but stopped mid sip and noticed a man across the dark nightclub staring back at her. He was posted up against the bar, drink in hand. He swirled it but his eyes remained on hers. She tilted her head in curiosity.