"Vodka, please".
The bartender leans in, "what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this all alone?"
She frowns slightly, I clear my throat, "get her a Vodka now, wouldn't want to get fired tonight, would you?"
He seems taken a back and immediately rushes to grab the drink.
"Who are you?" She speaks, cheeks tinted slightly pink as she turns to me.
"Wolfe, Wolfe Harley, and you, beautiful?" I raise my brow.
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"I can handle things myself, Charlie", she says, crossing her arms and staring me down.
"Sure you can, love, but there's a psycho on the run and I wouldn't want you to get in his way, so I advise you to get on the bike", I speak, gazing her up and down slowly.
She parts her lips, uncrossing her arms and finally giving in.
"Also, it's Callum, not Charlie", I wink at her and turn back around.
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"Oh my God, what did you do to him?" Her face full of shock as she stands over the body.
"If I'm correct, he made you uncomfortable, right?" I say, looking at her.
She nodded slowly.
"So I dealt with him, no need to thank me Princess, names Gabriel by the way", I stuck out my hand.
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"I thought you were a photographer", she laughs at the images I've shown her.
Those images were taken out of pure want from those girls. I didn't enjoy any second of it.
"I am, yes", I say pointing to the camera around my neck.
"Then why are these all blurry and look like shit?" She hums, sending a smirk to me.
I bend down to her ear, "because I don't waste my time on girls who aren't pretty, amore", I whisper, feeling her shiver.
"Santiago Flores...if you change your mind", I hand her a small card and walk off.
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4 Friends, 1 Girl.
What could go wrong?
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