The Gang Girl

Chapter 25- Youth Club

"Where are you going?" The woman they call my mother asks as Ivan and I walk down the stairs two hours after our shower.

"Out. Don't pretend to care." I drawl as we walk into the office so Ivan can have a quick word with his father.

She stays silent. Good.

"Not like that you aren't," Papa speaks up and the room goes silent as I stare at him, watching him take in the black mini dress with a plunging neckline that stops at my belly button and an open back, showing off the gang tattoo running down my spine, the 8 inch dark red heels and the thigh high black sheer stockings.

"I'm an adult. I'll dress how I want." I smirk at him and I hear Zakhar swear softly under his breath.

"I know that. But we have a reputation to uphold."

"No, you have a reputation to uphold. Mine is fading into the background, people need to remember who I am."

He snarls softly at me, but I just keep my smirk in place. Luckily, Ivan finishes whatever he's talking to his father about and walks over to me.

My father gives him a look but he keeps his face blank as I turn and walk out of the office, glaring at any of the boys in dads gang eying off my body, hearing them whisper as they catch sight of the German gang tattoo making its way down the milky skin of my back.

We walk down the hallway and into the garage, and instead of letting me choose, he heads straight for the black Ferrari 488 and opens the passenger side door for me, helping me in, hissing softly in appreciation as my dress rides up at the back and he gets a glimpse of the back lace underneath.

He walks around to his side and gets into the car, starting it before he leans over, grabs my chin and brings my face up so I'm looking him in the eye.

"You are quite the seductress, gang girl." He purrs.

What the hell happened to sweet doctor Ivan?

I think we brought the devil in him out to play.

I just smirk at him and he chuckles before letting go of my chin and leaning back in his seat.

"How many weapons you got? I can't imagine there's many, given how little clothing you have on."

"A lady never reveals her secrets at the wrong time. A gang girl never reveals her secrets." I sass as he pulls out of the driveway.

"Okay, gang girl, okay."

***

"Do you want a drink?" Ivan shouts over the noise of the music coming out through the speakers in the club we were meeting the group of people we had been talking to before the showdown with the peacocks and my father.

"No, I don't drink," I yell back.

He just gives me a surprised look but gets up out of the v.i.p booth we were sitting in and heads towards the bar as I observe the people on the dance floor, getting dirty in the corner, making out with girls and boys that weren't their respective partners. The place where Miami's upper-class children go to drop the mask.

A few stop to say hi, some of the guys try to hit on me, especially one who just doesn't get the hint until Ivan slides back into the booth, throws his arm around my shoulders and runs his hand up the inside of my thigh.

"How can I help you, Carter?" He purrs out as the guy has a slightly terrified look cross his face.

"Um, I was just leaving."

"That's what I thought."

With that, the guy, Carter, gets up out of the booth and scampers off somewhere.