Complete.
Will they follow her rules?
He was freaking out, and Jin, never freaked out. All eyes were on him.
"We got an email. A really weird one." He said in a high pitch voice.
"What does it say?" Yoongi murmured sitting next to Namjoon.
"Dear Ban...
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Lucky 13 was a peg house, and it's owner wasn't a saint.
Natasha sat at the bar counter, feeling the weight of boredom settle over her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a business transaction taking place. She dismissed it with a sigh. Her bar was a haven for those engaged in shady dealings or those on the fringes of society. Despite this, Natasha commanded respect and a touch of fear from everyone who walked through her doors. She was a devil in disguise, some might say.
In the centre of the bar, a dance floor pulsated with energy as various girls danced. However, stripping was strictly against the rules Natasha had imposed. Another golden rule was that touching the dancers was absolutely prohibited.
Natasha got up and made her way towards the dance floor. Dancing always lifted her spirits. She started moving in her little black leather skirt that barely covered her, a matching tank top, and long stiletto boots. Her long black hair flowed freely over her shoulders. She danced on the song by Ozuna "Se preparo", moving her hips lascivious, making love to the song. She was caught up in the moment. One of her customers, obviously too drunk to think about his moves, walked up to her to touch her, rubbing his body next to her.
Natasha frowned. "Can't a girl have some fun?" she muttered to herself. The man stumbled, trying to catch his balance by grabbing her arm. Natasha rolled her eyes and swiftly elbowed him in the ribs, then delivered another punch to his face. This time, he fell to the ground. She signalled one of her guards to handle the situation.
"Yes boss?"
Natasha looked at the man on the floor and kicked him in the ribs with her boot. "Take this trash out." She gestured to the man who was groaning in pain.
The guard dragged the man out, causing a brief commotion. Despite the scene, no one dared to interfere. The music continued to play, and the other customers tried to return to their activities, though their eyes remained fixed on Natasha. She shook her head in frustration; what started as boredom had now turned into irritation.
She made her way to the bar and asked for a bottle of bourbon. She needed to feel the strong liquor down her throat, warming her insides, just to calm down.
She didn't notice the guy standing next to her until he cleared his throat to get her attention.
Natasha turned her head to look at him. He was tall, brunette, deep brown eyes, and a million dollar smile. "Hmmm... Cute." She said before looking at the bartender once again "Where's my tip, Minho?"
The bartender ducked behind the bar and reappeared with a stack of money. Natasha counted it, took half, and handed the rest back to him.
"You're beautiful," said the man next to her. "Can I offer you a drink?"
Natasha arched an eyebrow and gave him a once-over. "Who the hell wears a suit in my bar?" she thought. "No thanks," she replied, taking the bottle.
