Ashlyn Ross is a normal teenage girl -to the outside world that is. she has a secret identity and only her parents and trusted trainer knows.
she's a gang boss that even her gang members don't know who she is. she goes by Rose and that's that. her...
we pulled up to the strip club and parked the car we had stolen. we had quickly changed to blend in. since i was a girl, i had to dress pretty slutty, but refusing to dress in a thong, miniskirt and crop top, i instead was wearing a badass pair of shorts and long shirt. i also had a pair of red and black combat boots, paired with a choker. it covered my butt and chest. i felt secure.
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Noah was wearing a pair of jeans and a red t shirt. he wore a black hoodie and black boots. we slid out of the car and walked past the long line to the front where the bouncer refused entrance to a few drunk men. we stepped up to the doorway and started in. the bouncer stopped us and we looked annoyed at him and his existence. it was mostly for show. mostly.
"where do you two think you two are going?" he asked in a deep voice. he was hoarse as though he had been yelling.
"inside." i said sarcastically.
"no you're not." he shook his head. i held out my hand and he looked at it. his eye brows shot up and he took the cash.
"go right in Miss. come back any time you like." i gave him a short nod and narrowed eyes before moving inside with Noah right behind me.
we stopped just inside and looked around. there were table booths in the corner and a stage with several poles with pole dancers swinging on them. a few cages hung from the ceiling and strippers danced in them, oblivious to the cage and chain holding it swaying. the song playing at the moment definitely fit the atmosphere. i don't know what it was but it was about strippers and porn stars.
i walked through the crowd, pushing past people making out and watching the girls in awe. most of the men here were either really old and rich or really young. like teenager young.
"you browse around and look for anything suspicious. i'll go look for where those guys went." i yelled in Noah's ear. he nodded and wandered off.
i glanced around and saw a man in a hoodie look around before slipping behind a beaded curtain. i narrowed my eyes and walked towards it.
i slightly parted the beads and looked in. there was a long hallway with doors lining it. one of them was open and it was a bedroom. i cringed. the stripper's gold mine. at the end of the hallway i saw the man disappear down a flight of stairs and i slipped behind the curtain and began walking down the hall. i slowly crept down it towards the door the man had gone down.
i jumped as someone gripped my shoulders and spun me around to face them. i looked up into a drunken man's face. he leaned down and tried to kiss me but i shoved him, making him land on his butt.
"what the hell is wrong with you, you whore?!" he shouted, standing up and rubbing his ass.
"how much cash have you made here? none is what I'm betting on. you don't get paid without delivering the goods."
"I'm not a hooker or stripper you asshole." i snarled. he narrowed his eyes, swaying slightly.
"then what are you?" he took a step forward threateningly.
"I'm a bouncer." i said, a low menacing tone in my voice.
"they don't allow girl bouncers here." he said, swaying towards me. okay, that's it. I've had enough of his bullshit.
i drew back my arm and punched him in the nose. blood spurted out and he collapsed to the ground in a heap. i dragged him into an empty room and locked the door.
i turned back around to find a stripper staring at me her mouth wide open.
"he was drunk and threatened to hurt me. i just put him to sleep." i shrugged. she smiled brightly at me.
"ya, i suppose we should all know how to defend ourselves. we can't always rely on the bouncers." i nodded and smiled before watching her go into one of the rooms. i cringed.
i turned back to the door and quickly but silently jogged to it, not taking any chances of any more drunk men. i opened the door and peered down into the darkness. there was a single light on at the very bottom and i could hear masculine voices laughing and talking. i slowly put my foot on each stair to avoid creaks and made my way down the steps.
i got to the bottom and peeked around the door and into the large room. the walls and floor was all cement and there were crates and boxes everywhere. there was a large table in the middle of the room and knives and guns were laid out on it. a forklift and garage door were on the other side of the room and men stood around the table.
i pulled out my phone and put it on silent. i texted Noah where i was and told him to get here quickly. he replied on my way and then i crouched down behind a crate, watching the men talk. they all had hoodies on but only one of them had the hood up. he had his back to me and was pointing at a gun. the man who appeared to be the leader handed it to him and smirked.
"you do this, and she lives." his mouth split into a grin as he looked at the man with his hoodie up. "but if you fail to accomplish your mission within twenty-four hours, Rose the Faceless Queen will die."
my mouth dropped open as i stared at the man with the hood up. he pushed his hood down and glared at the man.
"not going to happen." he turned around and i gasped.
Brandon.
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