• Lane looking up at Katie as she began to cry •
The jolt like feeling of the Cadillac halting to a stop wakes Katie. Her body jerks as her eyed fly open, only to close once again. Her sore legs stretches out, her head digging into her warm pillow.
"Mmm, cozy" A familiar, masculine voice says.
"Mmmhhmm." Katie nods, burying her face into her warm, soft pillow.
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your nap but we've got a job to do, Princess." Katie recognizes Lane's voice by his tone, a sudden smack on her tender bottom makes her yelp.
The blonde grumbles, sitting up unsteadily. Lane gently pushes her down onto the cold, leather seat next to him. Katie yawns widely, smacking her lips together. She pops an eye open to see they are parked on the side of the road in an u familiar town.
"Where are we?" She softly yawns once again.
"Ox Hill, Sleepyhead." Lane hunches over and grabs her pink jacket that had fell to the floor. "Put this one. It's going to be freezing outside."
Katie arches a brow, her eyelids heavy. Suddenly, she feels the chill of the wind hit her skin. Her eyes fly open, her body shivering. Katie is effortlessly shoved out of the backseat of the Cadillac, Lane shortly after. The gang had already gathered around, waiting on their boss.
Lane grabs his coat and straightens it on his body. With a stoney expression, the crime lord matches into the building called Rattlesnake Bite. The brothel disguised as an old American western saloon. Katie gently grabs the inside of her lovers arm, staying close as she shivers against the cold. They walk to the doors of the saloon, hearing the muffled sound of loud country music inside.
Lane snarls his nose at the genre of music. He pushes the doors of the saloon open, the music blaring loud. Immediately, Katie covers her ears at the deafening sound. The crime lord smoothly yet casually walks through the saloon. On the walls, paintings of cowboys riding unbroken horses and raging bulls with ginormous horns on the top of their tiny heads.
Up ahead, Katie sees a group of girls, all dressed provocatively in either revealing dresses or a thin crop top with leather pants on. The girls swing on the poles wildly, cheering a "woo hoo!" as customers drunkly dance along with them. Glass bottles of liquor are thrown to the floor. Katie witness's a man and woman sneaking up stairs to what she assumes is where the prostitutes stay.
Axel catches up to Lane, watching the chaos around them. "Boss, this isn't good."
"Are you a health code administrator?" Lane speaks without looking at the tattooed man.
"No, but Martín should keep these people in line." Axel's snarls at the sight of a waitress pulling her skirt up, flashing her hairy vagina. "The one thing I have to say about McGinness and Barclay is that they knew how to handle a business."
Lane rolls his eyes, growling. "Yeah, by taking over half my cut."
Katie squeals when a glass liquor bottle is tossed and shattered near her. She fits under her lover's protective arm, eyeing the chaos around her. An anorexic waitress appears with a full tray. Her caramel skin and green eyes are beautiful, her curly hair bouncing as she walks. Despite how her stomach is flashed, she is the most properly dressed worker in the saloon. On her name tag it reads "Ryleigh".
"Hello, how many I help you folks today?" The looks at the rest of the gang behind Lane, "I can see you've got a hunting party with ya."
"Tell Martín that West is here." Lane commands in a softer tone, "I would like to have a private meeting with him."
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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...
