"I HATE HER"

24

Upload shedule? What is that, can you eat it?

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With a sheepish smirk Karlie exited the black van and looked at her surroundings. One of her employees went to the back and grabbed a bunch of baseball bats, handing them to each of Karlies crew members. Josh didn't came along, he hated situations like this. Lucky for him, this was totally Karlies thing. 

The neon sign shone down at the group, the clean cursive letters were spelling out the name of Marcos Club, one Karlie never felt much appreciation towards. 

With a look on her face, that represented pure confidence, Karlie began rotating the baseball bet in her hand and walked into the light up building in front of her, the others were closely following behind. As soon as she stepped into the club, the people inside stopped at whatever they were doing and curiously looked at the people standing in the doorway, each one holding a bat in their hands. 

"MARCO!", Karlie yelled as loud as she could and smashed the large piece of wood onto a close-by table, causing it to crack with a unignorably loud noise. 

The other people started backing of, trying to get away from the group, all with pure fear in their innocent eyes. Karlie couldn't help but smirk at that. How pathetic to think that they were important enough to actually get hurt. 

"Everybody leave. NOW!", Karlie yelled and smashed another table to prove that she was being serious. Some of her men went to the back of the huge room, making sure that everybody got the message. At first there wasn't much motion, the people were still standing around with fearful expressions on their faces. It took until someone, Karlie wasn't aware who exactly it was, stopped the music and filled the room in silence, for them to leave. 

In this moment Marco himself climbed down the stairs into the same room Karlie was in and looked around in confusion. "Ey, EY!", he tried to stop his customers, but it was too late. Within the matter of minutes the club got emptier and emptier until only Marco, his employees and Karlie and her helpers were left.

With a quick gesture, the Italian waved them to leave the club as well, which they quickly did. Karlie could see the happy looks on their faces, it was obvious that they only stayed to show their loyalty to their boss.

As soon as the last employee had stepped out, only leaving Marco, his bodyguard Karlie and her crew, and as someone of Karlies men had successfully closed the door, Marco started talking. He had a careful tone in his voice. "What do you want Kloss?" 

Every sweetness of their previous encounters was gone. For once he wasn't the one wanting something from Karlie. No need to play nice this time. 

"I could-", the model took a pause and smashed her bat against one of the with liquor filled shelves, causing glass and drops of various alcohols to fly around and splatter on the floor, creating a mess. "ask you the same."

She took a towel, that was laying on the bar, probably forgotten, by one of the employees, and dried of the glass shards, that were sticking to the wood, thanks to the contents of the bottles she just broke. Her eyes were facing Marco, her brows were pulled up high in a questioning manner. 

"I have know idea what you are talking about, Kloss.", he said in his Italian accent. But Karlie knew that he was lying. 

"Well then let me refresh your memory a little.", Karlie offered and turned around to her crew nodding her head towards the shelves. Two of them, a man and a woman, went towards the spoken of shelves and tilted them, so that all the bottles in it slowly slitterd forward until they reached the end of the wood and crashed down onto the already messy floor. "Does that remind you of anything?", Karlie asked while they went on to the next shelve, tilting it as well.