• Lola & Rebel's creation above: Bad Katie •
The biggest crime lord in all of Pinewood, Washington, walks through the exotic club called The Cherry Popper. Nude strippers dance on the poles but Lane does not notice them. He worries about the deal between Alexei Lebedev, or The Swan, and himself. Lebedev is fiercely loyal to the crime lord, but to have any of Gail Fairfield's blood line protected under Lane is nothing short of betrayal. Lane has a definite haunch that Lebedev will try to negotiate or bargain with more money to get his grasp on the innocent blonde. But that is a deal that cannot be bought
On the car ride to the club, Lane wishes that he had Katie there with him to sooth his nerves. Just to sit there in silence next to him or possibly give her a pep talk of what she should do. To have something to distract him from his thoughts, but he wanted to arrive separate from his gang like he always does.
Lane spots a familiar face in the reserved VIP section. Alexei Lebedev, Knut Haugen, Ragnar Gunderson, and Mateo Juan Carlos, and his cousin, Miguel Juan Santiago. When Lebedev sees Lane walking up the steps to the VIP section, he stands and smiles crookedly. Everyone stands and greets Lane with respectful nods and hand shakes. Juan is forced to use his non-dominant hand since his dominant one had been crushed by Lane's strong grasp.
Lane takes his coat off and sets it beside him for Katie to sit on.
"Comrade, we have much to discuss." The men all sit in their seats as Lebedev continues to speak, "Where is your boys?"
He's fishing for Katie. Lane thinks to himself, But that isn't wise.
"They took a separate car, as usual." Lane slowly nods, his words steady. "They should be here any minute."
Juan Carlos smirks. "Can't wait to see the pretty ladies."
Juan Santiago's eyes cut to the side, a devilish smirk on his face. "Eh, you'd have to pay admission first."
The rest of the men laugh but Lane, who stares at Juan Santiago with a dangerous, knowing look. The crime lord cannot contain his smug smile as he speaks.
"I see your hand is still wrapped up." Lane and Juan Santiago have a stare down, "Do you boys know how he got that injury?"
Lebedev and Haugen exchange a quick look but remain silent. Juan Carlos and Gunderson look between the other four for answers.
"That's the price of being too careless." Lane's face is stoney, "Never steal or touch what is mine."
"¡Santa mierda!" Juan Santiago mutters, his dark eyes widening.
The men all give him a confused stares. Juan Carlos is the first to speak.
"The fuck is wrong with you, Primo?" Juan Carlos follows his cousins eyes to put in the club, his own face turning pale. "¡Oh dulce cielo!"
Lane arches a brow at them and turns his head to where the two Hispanic men are gawking. The sight makes the crime lord freeze. His gang is walking towards the VIP section, but only one of them stand out. Once blonde, Katie's hair is bobbed off and dyed raven. She is dressed in a black, slutty outfit with a tight velvet choker that reveals more than 80% of her skin and flesh. Her nails match her cherry red lips. Tornado siren like alarms go off in Lane's mind, his hands shaking.
"Excuse me." Lane quickly rises to his feet, muttering to the men. "I'll be back."
Without another word, the crime lord grabs his coat and walks out of the VIP section. The gang freezes when they see the boiling anger in Lane's face and the wildfire in his eyes. The crime boss grabs Katie's bicep and roughly drags her towards the club's restrooms. Katie struggles to catch up to his pace as she is raced across the club.
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She Belongs To Him
Fanfiction"I was safe the entire time, wasn't I?" Katie slowly asks, "I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, I'm just asking." Lane rolls his eyes as if it should already be obvious, looking back out onto the damp woods in annoyance. "What do you...
