Billionaire's Baby Angry

Stacey's POV:

I'm in a big ass club for VVIP people with my team. I'm dressed like I usually am in such occasions. No, no cocktail or such dresses, or high heels. I'm in a pair of black leggings, some black leather flat shoes, a tank top which is in a darkish grey, a black blazer tight on my waist and going over my ass with some big golden buttons in a cross on my chest. The blazer is open in front from my waist down to better move in it. My entire outfit embraces my curves as I'm a curvy one, but the one that fires dicks around at my sight. Oh yeah.... Unfortunately for them, I'm not one to take interest in their sex drive. Ha-ha! And yes, forgot, my hands are gloved with a pair of black leather gloves with cut fingers. I'm here to work my ass out.... He, he, he....

My height? Well, I'm 5'38 feet tall. Yeah. My dark honey hair is loose and styled on my left side. It's wavy and goes over my shoulders, but it's not long. Single? Yes. Age? 30. Social status? I run a real estate business from my late parents. Single child? No.... I've got a 19-year-old pain in my fucking ass baby sister. Raising her on my own since when I was her now age, moment when our parents died in a car accident and blew my life off to an everlasting pain. Yep.... If I'm at least wearing makeup now? Noooo.... Ha-ha! I believe in a natural face. I've got nothing to prove to anyone or to attract unwanted attention, though that unwanted attention flies to me like a fucking magnet. Anyways.... Oh yeah, my full name is Stacey Alexander. Forgot about that, too. Ha-ha!

"Stace?" That's Matt, the one under me in the team, in my earpiece.

We're tracking a big shot Mafia guy and his people of the night. He's a criminal. Well, like everyone in Mafia is, but this one is a true psychopath, killing for pleasure once he's on his sniff of drugs. He's relatively young, 34, gorgeous male specimen, a fucking player in his all, and here to maybe get laid in one of the private rooms with some escort or lady of the night, or whatever else after a meeting with some other big shot. He's like a fucking cat wherever he goes, and you can miss him if you don't have keen eyes or you fucking blink, though he's towering and ripped in muscles. But his people always make sure to surround him and make him untouchable and unseen.

No, he's an Alpha guy and doesn't need people to protect him. He can handle everything himself. He's fucking dangerous if you don't match his level.

"Yeah?" I'm near the bar, with my hands at my back, straight in stance, chest out, chin up, with eagle eyes on the lookout. I have neutral lens in my eyes which live stream what I see, and I can see what others see at my orders, like a hologram, if I request that from the ones back at HQ.

It's one in the morning and the club is packed with the big guys, meaning millionaires and billionaires, and rich girls, and not so rich girls but wannabes. Music is thundering in the club and you can smell the mix of cocktail drinks and brand perfumes.

"He's not in yet. None of his people reached the premises. But the info is solid. He's a good friend with the owner of this club and having a meeting with him tonight. I'm across you and I've got a...slutty bitch dancing on my back.... Miss? Not happening. I'm a poor guy. Go and fuck a rich guy's back. Come on." I snort into laughter, under my lips as he's so fucking irritated and I see him shoving her into another on the dance floor.

Oh! Matt? He's no poor. He's fucking rich, handsome as fuck, towering and muscled like a Greek God. And he's got some ravishing emerald eyes with a messy raven-hued hair. He's wearing some Armani black suit tailored to his muscles, so no wonder that red head beauty was fractioning his back. Ha-ha!

"Don't be a bad boy, Matt. You're a gentleman in general." I grin at him across the room and he smirks at me.

"With the right people, darling. One like you, yes. One like her? You don't want to know...." He winks at me, raising his whisky glass and now sipping from it while I roll my eyes and puff. Shut the fuck up, loser....

"Behave, Matt. We don't want to draw attention to our plan tonight." He's devilishly grinning at me. Don't start it.... I'm narrowing my pissed off look at him.

"Want me to behave in my bad boy nature, darling?"

"Fuck you, Matt." Shit.... He winks at me and grabs the red head by her hair, turns her around, glues her to him, dancing, and kissing her fucking neck, with his eyes into mine, and his glass of whisky in his left hand aside. The red head is fucking wet on him, not an ounce against all that. I'm chewing from my left cheek, taking my eyes off it, continuing my lookout.

"Wanna go out?" The red head says as I hear her in my earpiece. Go, go.... He'll so fuck you.... Ha-ha! I'm not looking at them.

"What do you say, Stace?" He's whispering to me and the bitch is on a cascade of wetting her panties by her voice....

"I-I'm.... You can call me Stace if y-you want...." That fucking stupid bitch! Ha-ha! I'm laughing with appetite signaling the bartender to hit me with something. I won't drink anyways, but I need to get into the picture.

"I say you can fuck all you want after, bad boy. You know that. She's so fucking ready and a fucking beauty." He groans with annoyance. Yeah, he wants us to be a thing. Not happening.

"You're so bad, Stacey." Yeah, my middle name.... "You fucking kill me all the time...." But you never die all the way.... "Fucker incoming at your right. Don't make me become a killer before time, baby...." I've told you never to call me 'baby'.... Son of a bitch.... "He's checking out your entire back...." I'm hearing the red head squealing as he has probably dumped her from him.

Yeah, he's just playing with her. He's in his husky-Alpha voice. Let him check it out.... It's as far as he can go.... Yeppers.... I'm with a cocktail in my hand as I've been served. What. The. Actual. Fuck?!

I've spotted my baby sister in a fucking expensive golden cocktail short dress, giggling at some rich guy, similar to Matt in appearance, walking with him to the private rooms upstairs.

The guy has bodyguards and he's with his fucking hand squeezing her FUCKING ASS! I'M SEEING FUCKING BLOOD BEFORE MY FUCKING EYES! SHE SOULD HAVE BEEN IN A FUCKING NIGHT STUDY FOR HER HARVARD STUDIES!

"Stace? What's up? Stace? Why? I don't see anything.... Oh! Shit.... Stacey? Don't. Not now. Stacey!"

Yeah, he probably saw to whom I'm looking at and the guy at my back has grabbed my ass receiving a punch with the back of my left hand while my eyes are not escaping my whorish sister who's with her fucking hand on his ass now and I'm mental to fucking see that! The guy I've punched is over the bar something. I'm furious and walking with bad omen steps to where my sister is going all wet and with the fuck drive.

Study night, huh? I work my ass off to provide the best life for you and this is what you're doing at my fucking back?! WHY?! My heart is fucking my throat at this point!

They're already out of my sight as I've been on the other side of the club, but once I'll reach there.... OH! MAN! SHE'S DEAD!

"Stay there and watch the perimeter, Matt! I'll be back in due time.... I just have a little family situation...." I'm in my dry straight voice, breathing like a raging bull, delaying my steps on the stairs now as I need to fucking chill a bit and not fucking strangle her. Well, yeah, I'm a fucking killer among other things, and killing someone is for me like ridding a fucking bike....

"Stacey? Babe? Calm down. Please. Maybe it's not her...." IT'S HER! I KNOW MY FUCKING SISTER! "Don't create a mess at least. That guy is a fucking billionaire. I think I know him, but not sure." Don't care! Billionaire or not, if he fucked her, HE'S DEAD! THAT'S MY BABY SISTER! I ignore him and he sighs, cursing some for the situation.

Brian's POV:

"Wow! Damn! Such beauty! Ah! Man! She fucking punched him just like that! Ha-ha!" Robert Baten, my sworn brother, is watching something downstairs on the window for some time and now showcasing his over the roof enthusiasm making both me and Jack Gunter, my other sworn brother stand up and go there to see what he's talking about. Beauty? Punched? We're in our private room. This is my club among others. I'm a billionaire with tentacles in all industries. I'm a clean one, but I do deal with Mafia sometimes.... I'm Brian Stredge, one of the most wanted bachelors out there, 26, and embody whatever woman's dream as a man inside out. But, yeah, I'm not a one woman's type of man. I'm too...pretentious for that. I just fuck them and that's all. And no, never the same one. I hate clingy bitches.... Well, when you don't feel it, you don't feel it. So, why bother. Jack and Robert? Yeah, both are one of the most wanted billionaire bachelors like yours truly, but I'm above them in all.

"Where?" I ask him, looking downstairs with my hands shoved in my pockets.

"There! You can't fucking miss her sight. She's fucking glowing like an angel among all those people. Though she's got such a yummy pissed off grimace...." He's pointing at her and when I see her, I get hit in my fucking heart. Don't know why. She's in an angry pace to the stairs on this side, with such a killer body in that outfit that stirs your manhood in the fucking universe.... No, she's not like the others in a fucking dress, she's all dressed, but the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Look what we have here.... She's coming upstairs.... Man! Even in an angry walk and all, she's stunning.... Who are you, baby?

The room's door opens. It must be Clayton Graham. Another sworn brother of ours, but he's on the bad side lately, like in the last two years. Though he's older than us, as both Jack and Robert are 27 and he's 34, I'm the group's Alpha. He's a billionaire as well, yet he's given to fucking drugs and I must take a painful decision regarding him. Why? He's uncontrollable if pissed off while on drugs. Uncontrollable? He's killed several escorts, women obviously, as he's taking perversion to some insane levels. And not only escorts, but other people as well. He doesn't make the difference any longer between good and bad people, or what's right and what's wrong. No, when you look at him, you wouldn't say he's a drug addicted or any of the type he is. He looks like the rest of us, sane and mannered and all that. The painful decision? He's involved in what I've mentioned and also dealing some heavy shit on the Mafia side. Well, yes, we're Mafia, but there's always good and bad mafia. Good mafia is under rules and codes, honor and doing clean businesses. He's dragged in the other side of the mafia, one that has only one rule, and that's no rule. As in no fucking rule as long as they get what they want. So, I might have to eliminate him tonight or the following days as he's...bad. Yeah, we've all tried to take him on the detox and all that shit route, and he went back on track, but we've realized that was only in front of us, to fool us as he's one manipulative motherfucker. Yet, we have the backstage intel, no matter how much he's covering himself as he's a master on that.

A young bitch giggle is piercing the room, and I roll my eyes upon my turning around to see who's in the room. "Brian bro!" Jon.... And a little horny bitch.... Nice.... He's the fifth sworn bro of ours, Jon Dillan, 28, billionaire, with a too young for this environment girl, dressed like a fucking escort. Anyways.... I don't care, but by her looks, she's fucking under 21. Not that the glowing angel looks older than her.... He, he, he....

"Hey man." I'm greeting him in a buddy shake and Jack and Robert are doing the same. The little bitch is intimidated by us three and checking me out with some wetting her panties in a flood stare in sparkles, and a wanting-to-fuck-me bitch smile. Oh, no, baby bitch. You're way under my level or type. Not that you're ugly or something, but I don't like whores such as yourself. I ignore her though she's waiting for introductions.

"I'm just passing by for a while as we're having other plans." He sends me the fucking-her-plan stare and smirk and I give him a mad dog look, briefly, and then turn around to fetch my whisky glass and sit on my spot, thinking about that angry angel.... I'm sipping from my glass, smirking with a lost stare on the floor in my train of thoughts as I would fuck her badly right now. And curiosity builds up in me for where she's going that furious. Maybe after her boyfriend or something? She has some expensive clothes herself.... And the way she is, her features and stance, she must come from a noble and with status family, not like this bitch over here.... You can't enter in my clubs if you don't have a status or someone with a status to get you in. Hmmm.... Maybe a cheating boyfriend.... She sure was angry.... The others are talking around me while I'm thinking and we're all waiting for fucking Clayton, moment when the little bitch must leave the scene for a while. Yeah, they know not to interact with me if I go silent or send a mad look. I'm their fucking boss of all bosses. I'm their poor to riches or vice-versa. So yeah.

A crazy woman's voice, sexy as fuck though, on a dry and ordering tone, breaks my thinking and captures my attention at the door as she's wanting to get inside. "Make way, mister. Right now. There's someone in there that I need to take out." What? I look at the others with a raise of brows, and they all look at me and then at the door, but the little bitch starts fidgeting upon the voice outside and goes pale. I'm smirking at her. Trouble, huh? Ha-ha! Jon doesn't notice his little bitch's reaction as he's preoccupied to hear what's behind the door.

"Miss? I'm sorry. You can't enter inside. I assure you there's no one in there that has any connection to you." That's one of Jon's men by the voice. The fuck I'm not curious about that woman.... She's got some balls....

"You've got three seconds to move away. I've warned you. Don't blame it on me for what's next. I tried to reason with you." She's on a patronizing voice, confident in herself for whatever she's going to do. I'm gulping the remainder of my whisky and lay back on my spot, crossing my right leg over the other, like a lion on his throne smirking, and waiting for whoever is behind that golden door. Ha-ha! Little bitch is changing colors at face, and the others are smirking, too, waiting for the door to open or to hear the end of that.

"Miss? Please.... Don't make us force you out...." She interrupts him....

"One! Two!" She's so fucking serious! Ha-ha!

"Miss? Ple..." Shit.... Ha-ha!

"THREE!" She's kicking them, banging the door open with one of them and to my surprise and Jack and Robert's.... Glowing angel? I'll be damned.... Man! She's so fucking hot.... And she put down a total of eight guys.... And they're not to joke with.... I'm eye-glued to her in a cocktail of heats in my all as that's a fucking turn on seeing her and like this. She's catching her breath with her hands balled, searching the room with her rabid stare, owning some hypnotizing green-blue eyes, and those lips curled in anger.... Man! I don't know what's happening, sexy, but the fuck you're not going to be mine....

I'm squeezing the glass in my right hand, with an excited breathing, smirking and running some wild scenes in my mind with her.... She's ignoring us though she takes notice, and when her eyes land on the little bitch....

Brian's POV:

"Anna?!" The little bitch is hidden in Jon and Jon is looking with puzzled eyes from her to the roaring angel that I would so fuck right now.

"Shit...." The little bitch who's way little right now in front of her. The beauty is inching with some inflamed stare and grimace at her like I've never seen in a woman, and grabs her by her right arm over Jon, like he doesn't even exist there. She drags her on her feet and yanks her to stand straight in front of her.

"What's the meaning of this?! HUH?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THIS IS YOUR FUCKING STUDY NIGHT?! FUCKING SAY SOMETHING OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" She's scanning Anna with her rabid stare and breathing from head to toes and back, turning her around and back, while the little bitch is panting and panicked. "What's this Anna? What the fuck is this on you?!"

"I-I.... Sis... I..." Sis? So different.... He, he, he....

"DON'T YOU FUCKING STUMBLE! ANSWER THE QUESTION! I'M PAYING EVERYTHING FOR YOU! HARVARD! SPORTS CAR! MONEY! ALL! AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! FUCKING WITH THAT PIECE OF SHIT THAT I'LL SOON MURDER?! HUH?! FOR WHAT?! FOR THIS?!" She's just ripped off her necklace throwing it aside, and Anna is losing it, becoming angry now. Wrong move, baby bitch.... I myself wouldn't upset that Angel for how she is right now....

"YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER! I CAN'T STUDY LIKE YOU DID! I DON'T HAVE THE BRAINS FOR IT LIKE YOU DID! I WANT WHAT ANY NORMAL WOMAN WOULD WANT!" What? To be fucked and dumped? Ha-ha! Do you think Jon is in love with you? Ha-ha! No, he's just playing with you for a while no matter how generous he is with you. Your sister is right to study. It lasts longer than Jon's dick and comfort for you.... Stupid little kid....

Beauty Angel twists her head at her, digesting her words, taken aback, with a cut breathing, not believing what her sister has just said. No, you've heard it alright. There's no confusion, baby. She said it. Jon is into Beauty Angel now, smirking. Watch it, Jon. I might fuck you if you don't take that stare away from her. She's mine. I'm bull staring at Jon who's all eyes on her, checking her out, like the others are.

"What did you say?"

"You heard it!" Anna is confronting her stare while the men at the door have been standing up and now closing the door for privacy as I've motioned them with my head to do.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING WOMAN?! YOU'RE A FUCKING TEEN!" She yanks her hand at her to make a point with her eyes flickering in rage at her sister.

"I'M NOT A TEEN ANYMORE!" Well, I'm curious how this will end.... He, he, he....

"You're not, huh? So, you've been fucking behind my back. You're a woman now." She's bobbing her head, trembling in anger, staring at the floor, chewing from her cheek, and I'm in explosions to fuck her.... Man.... She's so enticing.... She's perfect.... Inside out.... Siblings but so damn different....

"Yes, I am!" She cocks her head at her sister who's still thinking with her stare on the floor.

"One question, Anna." She's so damn pissed. Come on, baby.... Calm down.... You can't control people no matter your good intentions.... She's given to this side of the world.... You can see it in her fucking eyes and everything.... She's a whore by nature.... Whereas you.... That's another story.... Mmm.... I'm checking her out a millionth time, smirking, with a penetrating heated-up stare.

"Say." She's still confronting her with her all. No, the others are silent, witnessing this as I do. The main attraction is the angry beauty, not the little bitch.

"Is he the first one?" She still avoids raising her eyes, but she's boiling. Though Anna is with some heavy makeup on her, her sister has none, and the one with none is a radiating beauty, and the other airs whore.

"No." Straight answer.

"How many?" Same.

"That's not your business, Stacey. I'm not a kid anymore." Stacey.... We've got a name for the Beauty Angel.... He, he, he.... "I'm independent now, an adult." Stacey is pressing something in her ear and looks aside, hurt to her core for her sister. Anna is in her cocky whore attitude at her.

"Yeah, Matt." What? She's having an earpiece.... Who are you, beautiful? She's listening to whatever she's being told and I'm assessing her once more.

She's with a lion stance, noble everything, some mesmerizing ass and breasts under those clothes which fuck you instantly. When you look at Anna who's barely dressed, you don't have any fucking reaction, though she's a perfect one, too, all in all, but suffers no comparison to her sister. She's fade, yet her sister is like a brilliant rare diamond. "No, I don't have a baby sister anymore. She's an independent woman now. Say."

Anna puffs in a bitch smile at her, like she's above her sister. Stop dreaming, baby bitch.... You're nothing. I'm sorry to break it to you, but you're nothing more than a bed time.

"He did?" She becomes calm and takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes. "Alright. Tell the boys to deal with his men. The main fucker is mine. I want it clean and done ASAP. I'm coming down in a few. Yeah. How many? No worries. I can deal with those if necessary. Call at HQ and tell them to hit the other side in five for a major warning. Yeah. No. I'm fine, fucker! I'll deal with her and everything will be fucking freed off my fucking chest! Send me the field images! Yeah, all! I'm not one to get dizzy like you do with them! Shut the fuck up! I don't give a fuck on the owner of the club! If it gets messy, it gets messy! We'll deal with it after! He's shit in front of me whoever the fuck he is!"

Well, the owner is right here, at your right, honey.... Ha-ha! Man! She's something.... And she's so intimidating this little baby Stacey.... Well, she did beat eight sturdy and well-trained bodyguards.... You wouldn't say she's capable of that.... Wonder who's the target....

Anna is with a perplexed stare and grimace at her sister, not understanding any of it. She seems to not know her sister like this. Stacey is tilting her disappointed stare at her sister, keeping it for a few seconds, releasing a prolonged sigh, chewing from her delicious cheek.

"I'm not your mother. But I've raised you on my own since you were eight. For the last eleven years, I've been bearing you on my back, sacrificing my life for you when our parents died. I was your age, 19, when I took full guardianship over your ass, and made sure you wouldn't lack anything. I gave you everything fit for a fucking princess to make you a fucking queen at the right age. But you are choosing this." She's motioning her head at Jon. "A rich fucker who probably fucked the shit out of you like a fucking whore or will if he didn't yet. Fine. You're a woman now. Alright. You're independent. Fine, too. He can take care of you from now on. My job is done. Give me your purse." She's motioning her right hand at her to give her purse.

"What do you need my purse for?" She's affected, but still strong on her position. Stacey is undergoing an iced grimace and stare, like breaking the chains on her.

"Give me your fucking purse! Now!" Anna's trembling in front of her as she's yelling with an intimidating stare. She's tripping to get her purse and give it to her.