The King and Queen

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When we are younger when teachers or parents would ask us what we wanted to be when we grow up we always said that we want to be ballerinas, astronauts, or firemen but not me.

I've always been to be a boss—a Queen.

Loud music blasts from the distance. I looked up back to my reflection in my vanity mirror.

"Damn, you are a sexy bitch tonight,"

I hear a know on my door and then it opened. One of my bouncers, Jay, pops his head inside.

"They need you in the girl's room," he says. I put on the final touches of my makeup which is just lip gloss.

I stand up, fix my outfit and walk out of my office.

Club Inferno is my baby.

As soon as I graduated college I came back and opened this place. The center of the most dangerous and corrupt city in the country, is Los Alamos, Nevada.

New York has New York City which is the big apple.

California has Los Angeles the city of angels

Nevada not only has Las Vegas as the city of sin but also Los Alamos is the city of chaos.

In a city of 10 million people and crime is the only thing that people know how to do. At least 20 people get shot every hour.

There are so many territories that many gangs and mafias own but Club Inferno is one of few neutral places in Los Alamos where ALL can come and relax.

Those places are insured by the 7 families. Trust me it's not easy being insured by those assholes.

Following Jay, he opens the door to the girl's room and lets me in. I see all of my girls huddled together.

I move through and I see one of my dancers, Crystal, sitting in a chair with a black eye.

I walked to her and stood between her legs. My hand carefully grabbed her jaw, and I raised her head higher to get a good look.

The black eye was swollen shut. She also has a cut on her lip.

"Who did this to you?" I asked her. She hesitated and looked down.

"Who did this?" I asked again in a stern voice.

"It was Pete," Sunshine, one of my other dancers replied.

"Sunshine!" Crystal cried.

"What! He put his hand on you! No amount of money is worth it." She replied.

Pete...Pete...

Oh, I see.

Pete is one of Crystal's regulars and he tips well.

"Why did he put his hand in you?"

"Because..." Sunshine begins to answer but answers up my hand to stop her.

"I asked Crystal," I said still looking at her. Crystal's hesitation is giving me an answer but I want to hear it from her.

"He asked me to one of the private rooms and I danced for him my usual time and after I was done he paid me. But then he asked a blowy and I said I don't do that and tried to leave. He grabs me and pushes me to the ground  and he starts unbuckling his belt and shoved his dick in my face so I punched him in his balls. I tried to run but he grabbed me and punched me." She explained.

"Did he do anything else to you?" I asked her.

"No," she said softly.

"Ok good,"'I say and turn around.

"Where are you going!?" Crystal shouted.

"To find this motherfucker," I say as walk out of the room. I see Jay still standing in the hallway and I motion for him to follow me.

The main floor was as busy as every other day. When Crystal is not on the floor Pete usually is at the gambling tables.

I hurried over to the gambling room and practically kicked the door down. Everyone looked over at me but I didn't care.

I scanned the room for Pete until my eyes found him at table 3. The blackjack table.

"Pete!" I yelled.

He looked around confused as we approached him. My right hand bawled into a fist as my arm swung and it connected to his face.

Pete fell onto the floor it that didn't stop me. Jay stepped in and began to stomp on him. His other friend jumped up but I quickly pulled out my white and silver pistol on him

"Don't even think about it," I said.

Two minutes passed as Jay ruthlessly stomped him. I snap my fingers and he stops.

I pull out a cigarette and put it in my mouth. Jay pulled out a lighter and lit my cigarette. I took a drag and let out the smoke.

I walked over to him stepping in the blood he cough out. I kneel to him.

I took another drag from my cigarette and let out the smoke in his face.

"Consider this a warning: if you ever touch one of my girls without her permission, next time I won't be so merciful. I will kill you" I promised.

"Do you understand me?" I asked him.

He looked up at me but didn't say anything. I put my pistol into his mouth and clocked it. His eyes widen in fear and horror.

"Do you understand?" I asked again.

"Yes ma'am," he says.

I stood up and drop the cigarette into the small pool of his blood.

"Have a nice evening gentlemen?" I say with a smile on my face to the other players as I walk out of the room.

I start to head back to the girl's room but I see an asshole walking in my direction.

Arensio Ricci.

He's the new head of the Ricci family. His father died not too long ago.
The Ricci family of one of the seven families that run Los Alamos and the state of Nevada.

Also, the Ricci family ensures Club Inferno.

"Valencia," he said. I hate how his deep voice gets to me.

"What can do for you?" I asked him with annoyance in my voice.

"I need to talk to you. Privately," he said looking at Jay. He nods his head and walks away

"Why?"

"I have business to discuss with you,"