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Scars lined his jaw, still, he had a very sharp jawline. Brandon certainly wasn't a bad looking guy. Anyone could always tell when he concentrated, his face would scrunch up only slightly, his eyes would squint. Whether it had been writing, or painting a perfect picture, Brandon made everything look pretty.

He had plenty of knives, quite a selection. The crew had really been leaving him alone recently, which he didn't mind. Brandon hardly minded anything. The brunette male had many people contact one of his numbers for business inquiries, he usually wouldn't respond unless it seemed promising to him.

Brandon used to have plenty of girls, and recently the numbers were declining. He figured he'd do something about it soon, but he had fallen into a deeper hole. The crew was convincing him of things he had never thought about before.

When he first saw Nicole, he was amazed by her body. She had an hourglass figure, with long, black hair that trailed to her lower back. She had walked up to Brandon at their club, suggesting dancing. The curly haired man wasn't wearing anything fancy, which just made his features stand out more.

He grit his teeth slightly, her body grinding up against him. He wasn't interested in any of it, but the darkness of the room, and the pounding music. There were plenty of girls there, but in a way, he didn't feel like moving to mingle. He got tired of the dancing rather quickly, taking Nicole's hand, dragging her along with him.

He took her to one of the back rooms, they had spare beds back there. Usually, Brandon was never one for taking girls at the club. The crew charged for girls to be in there, and even so, many murders had even gotten out about the club. Still, people were drawn to the danger, the intoxication.

Brandon shut and locked the door behind them, unbuttoning the shirt he had on fully. He let it hang open, tilting the girl's head up to kiss her. He grabbed at her jaw, scanning her face. He didn't care if she liked it or not, he'd be taking her that night. He shoved her onto the bed, practically tearing her clothes off in one big mess. After they were done, Brandon would leave her there. He gave her a pretty nice show, kissing down her body. He did enjoy when girls would moan his name, that was one thing he always got out of it. He could go on for hours, and usually after just a single hour, most girls were done.

Nicole had taken him for quite awhile, to the point where he didn't even want anything to stop. When she had collapsed on top of him, he kissed her once more, biting at her lower lip. Brandon removed her from him, letting her lay on the bed. He let her lay there, slowly moving away from her. He wasn't much for cuddling. He put his clothes back on, looking down at the bed. The dark haired girl had whined out, begging him to stay with her. He declined, leaving the door shut behind him.

He met back up with one of his best friends, William. Will was a blonde man, with a scar just above his forehead. They were around the same age, the blonde man being just a bit older. He really took Brandon under his wing, teaching him things he didn't know. He smirked back at him as the brunette took his place back next to him. "Lines?" He had suggested after a bit. William agreed, beckoning for the dark haired male to follow him. It wasn't a secret that Brandon was always on multiple drugs. The high usually left pretty quick, so he always needed to up his own dose. The cocaine gave him a little bit of a feeling, he'd show at least one emotion on it.

That next mornings hangover was never pretty. Brandon had thought he woke up alone, per usual. However, when he turned his head, he had Nicole beside him. Thoughts clouded his brain, he sat up rapidly in bed. "What the fuck?"