Fight for Love

Chapter 1

"It's okay honey I'll be back," I whisper to Ethan my oldest child. Only by a minute, but older none the less.

"No mama you can't!" He screams. Well there goes the idea of keeping Liam asleep.

"Mama!" My other toddler whines coming in the room. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going out to get us some money so we can leave this place okay? I promise I will be back by the time you wake up, now go back to bed," I reason with them.

"Come," Ethan huffs and grabs my hand to pull me along. I know better than to fight him on this so I follow the two boys to our room.

I tuck them into our queen size bed that we all share and give them each a kiss.

"Now be good and go to sleep. What do you do if anyone knocks on the door?" I question making sure they remember.

"Get the small knife and hide in the closet," they say in unison. "You tell us all the time Mama."

"Good. You'll never forget. I love you boys okay? Go to sleep. It's two in the morning."

I leave the room and walk to my purse that carries my phone and keys. As quietly as I can, I slip out of the door, not wanting to wake my landlord.

I quietly pad down the steps, barefoot, as to not make much noise. As soon as I slip into the car and close the door behind me, I pull my heels onto my feet.

"Braxon's Club please," I tell the female driver who looks about my age. She has long brown hair with golden-brown highlights. I can't see very well but from the side, she has a cute upturned nose.

"Of course," she replies sweetly. We head off into the night.

Soon, we've arrived at Braxon's, and I get out of the car, thanking her for the ride. She offers to pick me up again, for safety reasons, and I happily oblige. I tip her my change in my purse which happens to only be four dollars.

"Thank you dear."

I close the car door and turn to walk into the familiar bar. As soon as I walk in, I recognize the smell of bear, the heavy bass vibrating through the floorboards, and the cocky bartenders I used to work with.

The owner, Braxon, is throwing a party tonight. More specifically and even better, a masquerade party.

Makes a much easier steal.

I push my way through the crowd and to the back of the club, where all the private rooms are held. I walk around pretending to be simply enjoying the show on stage.

I find an empty table and sit down, hoping someone will notice me, more specifically someone rich.

As I sit and wait, I glance over the people here tonight. None who look too dangerous or overbearing, but you never know. If there is anyone here who doesn't want to be seen, they won't be.

While I'm observing the people at the club tonight, I feel a body brush mine as it slides into the booth. They are practically sitting on top of me.

"Hello, honey," one of the most awful smelling men I have ever met, breathes in my ear. Did I mention he has bad breath too?

"Hi," I reply sweetly trying to be polite. This might be my only option tonight. I need to keep my options open. I don't necessarily want to hook up with this guy, but I spot the Rolex on his wrist. It's enough to make me suck it up.

He grabs onto my boob, taking me by surprise and I squeal. The squeal is one of shock and clearly disgust. He either is too drunk to tell, or simply ignores it.