Last Goodnight

~°Chapter 10°~

I learn my new friend's name is Tyler. He likes snowboarding and surfing. He has a good sense of humor on top of being a cute tan model look alike. I find myself being led into the back where the private booths are located near the exit with red barely visible curtains which Tyler draws back to give us privacy. I was feeling a little tipsy after drinking six shots within an hour. His curly mop of hair and dark brown eyes add to his charm.

"So why are you working at a place like this? You don't look like the typical girl I would find here."

"Certain circumstances brought me here. You could say the boss was very fond of having me join his team." I grin.

Tyler smiles and reaches up to caress my face. "I want to kiss you, would that be okay?"

I am about to say no but think back to what Sebastian said to me earlier. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I let go for once in my life. Be a little reckless and have some fun. I nod at Tyler and watch as he leans down.

I close my eyes and press myself closer to him as our lips connect. Tyler moves to sit on the leather recliner with me on top. I curve my body around his and allow him to squeeze my behind as his other hand travels along my waist. His touch is foreign and I want to fight him off but I go against all my instincts and allow him to caress me.
I begin to undo my corset from the back. He watches me surprised but nods when he realizes what I want. I smile when his hands take over and slowly work the tight strings from the back.

"Is this okay?" He mumbles softly as he holds the corset by its final strand.

"Yes Tyler, please." I whisper against his ear.

He nods and grips me by my waist as he flips us over so that he is the one on top and I am pressed between the soft cushions on the small couch and his body. Just as he removes my top we both stop immediately when we hear gun shots and screaming.

I roll my eyes and get up and away from Tyler altogether. "Give me your shirt." I demand instantly.

He quickly obeys my command and takes his shirt off. I put it on and rush out of the booth to the back of the dressing rooms without a second glance behind me. I barge through my dressing room door and dive for the closet where my bag is and unzip it, pulling out my small gun buried in my clothes. I grab it and make my way out to the club. There is a shoot out happening with four suited men and six of Maqueuly's guys. 

I spot Damion crouched on the floor on top of Janette. He is using his body to cover hers, protecting her from the insane amount of bullets that are flying through the air. Dan is at the far corner hiding between the bar and chairs as he looks back and forth between the armed men. I can see that he is using all his patience in restraining himself from fighting along with Maqueuly's men.
His eyes meet mine and when he sees that I am going to fight along with Maqueuly's men he gives me a disapproving shake of his head. He gestures for me to go back and with a shake of my head I continue forward. I duck down to avoid being spotted. My intent is to shoot each individual without killing them. I see a clear opening and aim for one of the men's thigh. He drops his gun and screams in agony in two seconds flat. I quickly move on my feet and move to another area where I am hidden by a part of the stage. Once again I take aim and fire another direct hit to a left arm which had popped out from a corner of the bar. I swear these guys were amateurs, who in their right mind shoots anywhere without looking? The man's arm swings back and a wide shot is fired out toward the ceiling. He curses out as he quickly grips his arm with his other hand.
With two injured men down it leaves the other two helpless as they come to realize that their is a professional shooter among Maqueuly's guys. Regardless of that sinking in they continue to shoot, which leaves me no other choice but to fight back. I raise my gun as I spot another assailant. I keep my eyes trained on his arm that has popped out from a hidden spot. I shoot his elbow when I have a clear opening. It's a direct hit and he howls in agony as he loses his grip on his weapon. Three down, one to go. Just as I move away from my previous spot I feel the cold metal press against my temple.