𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏.

angel in disguise.

                                        AALIYAHS POV.

             i stayed up all night. i wasn't able to sleep. it was 11 pm and all i needed was a drink. get drunk and let my thoughts go away for couple of hours. i put on a red laced bralette, and threw a slightly see through shirt over, then slid on a pair of my favorite ripped jeans. i got into my car, and drove halfway to the club. i got out of my car and walked the rest of the way. i was scared off walking on my own especially when it was about to be 12 am.

luckily i made it to the bar, i walked in to a lot of people dancing and drinking. i shook my head and walked over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. i called the bartender over, "bourbon on the rocks, please. actually make that two of them." i said with a small smile. she nodded and began pouring my drinks.

she slid over the two glasses filled with liquor, "thank you." i told her. grabbing one of the bottles i feel hands grab onto my waist, "hi beautiful." he said as i smelt the liquor in his breath, he wasn't sober. "get off of me." i said shyly. i didn't want any attention brought to myself. "you don't have to be shy." he told me as his hands dragged to my breast, and gave it a squeeze. "get the fuck off me!" i yelled at him, trying to squirm out of his grip.

he was holding onto me tightly and i couldn't do anything. i hear footsteps come over, "hey man get off her." he said huskily. his voice sounded familiar. "mind your own business fucker." he the drunk man told him. "oh really? " he asked him and nodded, his fist slammed onto the other guys face. "i don't know about you but when a female yells get off of me, it usually means get the fuck off." he said while looking at me, the gangster.

the drunk man ran away and the gangster let out a small chuckle as he sat down beside me, "you good? " he asked me. "you didn't have to do that, i had it." i told him looking down at my glass and chugging the whole glass. "yeah, it didn't really look like that." he said with a small grin. i handed him my other drink, noticing his red knuckles. he hit him hard. "i needed to talk to you so its great that your here," i told him as i a signaled the bartender, "another two please." i told her.

i looked over at him to see that he already finished his drink, "i need you to make something go away." i said as the lady handed me my drinks. "well, isn't that tough. you see that's not really my department." he said while looking straight at my burning eyes. "cant you have one of your boys do it? i need help." i told him. this was me asking the gangster for help myself, not for the fbi.

"why dont you tell me whats going on, and ill see what i can do." he said, grabbing one of the glasses that were in front of me. "there was this man crossing the street earlier. and i-i wasn't paying attention-" he stopped me, "i can try." he said while pouring some of the liquor into his mouth. "i hit him," i whispered to him letting out a sigh, "i killed him." grabbing my drink and chugging the bourbon, "another round!" i yelled to the bartender.

"i said i can try, no guarantees." he said. "thank you." i said sincerely as i chugged both of the bourbons. my body heats up as i see him look at me up and down. "ill be right back." i told him, walking off to the bathroom. i opened the door and walked in, looking at myself through the mirror. i shut the door behind me as i sit myself in the corner of the room. i put my head in my knees and close my eyes. what the fuck am i doing?

i hear the door open, and they walk in. the door shut as i looked up to see the gangster kneeling down in front of me. a part of me was glad he was in here considering my head was already starting to spin. he sends me a soft smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. i smile back him.

im ready for goodgirls

to come back already damn.

anyway enjoy reading this chapter

i hope you liked it, n have a good day.