25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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It's dark as I'm walking home, more strange than usual. Shivers run down my spine, feeling a drop in my gut.
I pull my long brown coat around me tighter, picking up my pace. Soon I hear heavy footsteps behind me, my eyes widen, my heart rate picks up, and I start to sweat in fear.
I quickly turn to my right down an ally and pull my pepper spray out of my purse, fumbling with the cap. I hold the pink bottle in my hand, leaning against the wall — the sounds of footsteps getting closer with each breath.
I take one deep breath jumping out, screaming spraying the bottle, but I'm met with nothing but air. I look around in confusion running my hand through my hair " I think I'm going crazy," I say right as I turn around. I bump into a tall hard body and scream, looking up to see the man's face, but he has no face. It's just a pit of black.
I sit up in bed, panting to catch my breath - beads of sweat rolls down my back. The blank face sits in my mind, scares me, and I shiver, standing up on shaken legs walking to the bathroom.
The black rose and knife are getting to me more than I thought. It's been a week since It arrived at my door, but I feel safe knowing Laura's uncle Heath is working on it. He is one of the best Detectives I know and like family to me. Like being the dad, I never had. My father left when I was three, and I don't remember him. When I got older, I asked my mother who he was and why he left. The only thing she told me was she found out he is a bad man.
I never asked again after that. My mother died when I was 15 from a car wreck. Jumping from foster home to foster home till I was 18 was not easy, but I kept to my self found jobs and spent most of my time on my own, not that I was a saint. I had my fair share of getting into trouble. I smirked at the last thought. ~~~~~~
On my way to work, Laura's next to me, running her mouth about this new guy she met yesterday." Omg, babe, I'm er Serious, you should have seen him, like the sexiest man ever to walk," she giggles, throwing her arms out dramatically.
"Well, did you get his number, are you going to see him again"? I question, " Duh," she says, bumming my hip as we walk in the door to work. "Hey, rick," we say, waving simultaneously. I look at her and smile, we have become in sync with each other over the years even though we're very different in a lot of things were also very alike.
Going our separate ways after we drop our things off, she does her job, and I do mine getting started on the main room cleaning tables, chairs, and floors. Even the girls who only dance help us when it comes to opening and closing, and I love that we're a team.
Most would probably be shocked that a strip club could be such a friendly working environment I mean aside from the ass slapping and grabbing while I'm working, but I don't mind it too much, it's harmless as long as they don't go any further than that, but of course we have guards that patrol the room all night for safety.
