The Woman in Charge

WARNING: There is swearing and sexual content! I'm a terrible speller, just tell me how to correct it! This is my first ever story, be gentle.

A story about a badass woman creating and leading a gang for the first time in history.

Sneak peek:
There's 3 of us at this deal, it's big, and I have the upper hand. Everyone has their guns out. Everyone, except for me. I'm sitting here in heeled combat boots, leather tights, and a top that's technically lingerie, it has a leather front, lace that covers the back, the sides, and wraps part of the front. I have whiskey, on the rocks, in my hand, and I'm looking this guy up and down, trying to figure out what he has and why the bloody hell I'm sitting here on a Saturday. Saturday is the only day I don't work. He looks at all of us, "So who am I talking to? Whose in charge?" No one says anything; I haven't allowed them to. He looks at the biggest guy, my bodyguard, "you're body, no brains, not you." Then he looks at my tech guy, "you- not you" then looking at me he says, "I'm told a Lizzy's in charge, I'm guessing that's you, by the way, you're looking at me like I'm a fucking tool.". I sip. Slowly. I lean forward, my boobs on full display. And say, "I want to know what you fucking want.". He's distracted. "So, what do you fucking want" I lean back and sip.