This is a warning. This chapter may contain some disturbing content. I hope you like it. Well, you know what I mean...
Snow out!
Y/N's POV (Point of View)
I rubbed my hands together, and wiped them along my knee length, white, flowing dress trying to get rid of the sweat. I was really nervous, I had never been to 'Heaven' (night club) before. I had heard rumours, rumours of 'White Rascals' they ruled this area, and they were a gang. They seemed scary, and Raikou (Y/N's Dad) had told me to stay well away from them.
I gazed up at the flashy white sign shining in the night. It stood out among the darkness of this neighbourhood 'Heaven'. I wanted nothing more than to turn, and walk away but I couldn't. I didn't want to make 'him' angry, I had to be a good kitten. The wind blew my hair around my shoulders, and I took a deep breath. It's now or never, and with that I walked into the pumping music, and the endless dancing, and talking.
My eyes searched for the one I had been assigned to find. I found him, he was sitting down on one of the many white circular sofas that separated the drinking area from the dance floor. He had women sitting beside him, and he was flirting with them. It was repulsive, and I didn't understand it one bit. Not wanting to watch any more I started to walk over to him. It was easier said than done.
Pushing past the throngs of people was almost impossible, and the music felt like someone was repeatedly drumming it into my head. The music was starting to give me a headache, how could anyone stay here all night, did they lose their mind, or just burst their eardrums?
Eventually I made it to the sitting area, and the man saw me. He waved the women away, and they left leaving me alone with him. He patted the seat next to him, and I hesitantly sat down beside him. The smell of alcohol made its way to my nose. I realised that it was him, how much did he drink?
Y/N: "Can we talk somewhere private?"
I had to shout for him to hear me over the music, and I didn't want to do the business here because my throat would hurt too much because I would have to shout so much. He nodded, and stood up. He started to walk away, but something stopped him. He turned around and reached out his hand to me. I gladly reached up smiling, and took it. Finally, a gentleman around here.
He led me to another room, I could still hear the music but the walls drowned out most of it.
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I sat down on the sofa, and he sat down beside me. He handed me an envelope, and I gave him an envelope after making sure that there was enough cash in the envelope he gave me. When I finished counting the cash, I looked up at him. He was looking at me with strange eyes, and in his hand was the drugs I had just given him.
