Red

CHAPTER 12.

Darkness blanketed my form, my nose twitch in irritation as I held in the light sneeze that wanted to come out due to the dust particles flying around in the trunk of Fire's Ferrari's F12. I adjust my eyes to the total absence of light and bend both of my knees and bring them up to rest on my chest as I hold still.

Fire left the estate fifteen minutes ago and with the two small camera's attach to my ears in the form of an earring to help me with the investigation, I patiently counted the seconds into my head as the car drifted on which automatically turn into thirty minutes.

Attentively listening to the change of the engine, Fire took a sharp turn which had me sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to withhold my body from stumbling over to alert him of my presence.

The car came to a stop and I held my breath as he left the car and slammed the door shut, his phone ringing amongst the loud music that I guess was coming from the club.

I shift my head to the side and use the tip of my nose to tap against the screen of the watch which instinctively implies a soft lighting to the dark trunk.

I notice the time and decided to give my self at least ten minutes until I left, even though the position I was in was a tight fit and my hip was hurting really bad from something that Fire had in the trunk.

I prayed to heaven's it wasn't something that would soil up my damn dress.

I hissed inwardly.

When I was sure that Fire was no where near the vehicle, I proceeded to unlock the trunk and slid my body out of the space. I stoop low out of sight and then bring the trunk down to a close.

I stand and shivered as the cold night wash goosebumps on my exposed arms. I searched the area and notice that he parked the car in the private parking lot of the club.

I pulled down the ends of my dress which had drifted up during the ride and without much of a thought I took a glance inside of the small glass that was above the trunk and couldn't help but huff when I realize that the side of my face had a few dirt.

Swiping the dirt away with my thumb, I glance to see if anyone was around and when I notice the lack of civilians, I tilt my head up to see if camera's were on the walls of the club.

I didn't want to be spotted, any little loophole would give Lorenzo enough reason that my identity was fake.

Proceeding forward to the back entrance, I pulled the heavy door open. When I entered in, I began to walk the corridor, the loud thumping of the music a bit clearer as I strolled further.

I passed two door's which read's restrooms and I lick my lips as neon lights flooded the clearly dancing crowd before me.

I pushed passed tightly closed bodies and rolled my eyes as a drunken stranger stumbled right into me. I shoved him aside harshly and kiss my teeth in annoyance.

"Hey watch where you're going bitch."

With one destination in mind, I ignored the intoxicated man because it would be a pointless argument going back and forth with him then went up to the long counter which host a few people there chatting with drinks in hand.

"Ayo! Slimmaz." I hailed to the lanky blonde hair guy who was currently pouring out alcohol into a shot glass.

His head snap to me in seconds and I didn't miss the amusement that flicker behind his almond shape iris.

"Give me five sec..." His deep voiced raised over the music and I nodded, rubbing my bottom lips together to even out the lip-gloss that was a bit sticky.

He took less than five seconds. He grinned down at me and with a small towel over his shoulder, blonde toss me a wink and said.

"What can I get you bellissima?"

I quirk up an eyebrow and boredly replied as he began to blatantly check out my chest area.

"Three shots of bourbon."

Don't make a scene, don't make a scene...

I continued telling myself as my words fell on deaf ears. Snapping my fingers to the drooling bastard, he snap out of it and stuttered a gotch ya then walked off.

I swear if he didn't get my order correctly then he'll see my term's of gotch ya.

From the corner of my eyes, I scanned the club, looking out for anything out of the ordinary that would get me into the presence of Lorenzo.

I needed to know what plans he had tonight and where specifically it would take place. I know it would have to be a secluded area of the club, which would be out of the peering eyes of customers.

Just when I thought this night would become a dead end, I saw a men of five, entering through the entrance which the crowed parted like the red sea to make way for them.

"Here is your order that will be..." I blocked his words out as I wrap my fingers around the glass and toss it back while looking over my shoulders as the men took the steps up to the second level.

The harshness of the liquor ran through my system and I wince up at bit. I paid the blonde bartender his cash and took another shot.

I wanted to be discreet as possible and if I instantly rushed behind the men then that would draw eyes towards me.

I couldn't afford a slip up.

It was time consuming on my part and would make this investigation a sore wound that I wouldn't get the chance to heal.

So I allowed their arrival to calm down a bit which allowed the crowd to rock back in full swing.

I swallowed down the last shot of bourbon and beckoned the blonde guy over to order another shot, I had a strong resistance to alcohol so it'd take a lot for it to kick in fully.

When I thought fifteen minutes was enough time for me to bounce, I left the counter and once again fit my way through the small space provided by the sweaty bodies.

I held my breath to not intake the body odors and then slid out from between them, a long sigh left my lips as I left the intense ground and make my way to the stairs with one mission in mind.