Mafia Queen's Chronicles

NIKITA

Highlighting from the cab I make a mental list of today's activities.

First I'd have to attend this damned school, second I'll drop by the store for groceries, and then third my nighttime job.

Living alone made me realize no one gives a fuck about you and you must learn to survive yourself.

Growing up I hardly knew my birth parents but of course, I've kept a very clear record of the constant adoptions and being abandoned.

I grew up in an orphanage and I've been adopted countless times only to be returned with the same complaints. I'm not the ideal type of child they want, but then who cares? To hell with them all.

Growing up, I had little basic education till I was old enough to leave the scrawny old orphanage to live all alone. Fortunately, I got a nighttime Job as a stripper.

During the daytime,I'm the ordinary-looking school girl but at night I'm a toxic seducer and stripper.

********

I wince in pain feeling a hand pull me by my hair

"Common Brenda I told you not the hair okay?"

"Whatsapp kita?" Brenda, my best friend calls the name I so much hate knowing well it only pisses me off.

"Told you not to call me that" I sneer at her.

"You're no fun anymore" she complains

"When have I ever been fun?" I retort bluntly.

She pouts walking away from me towards class.

Brenda had always been the rich bitch of the class, bossy and pretty. I started as her underdog running a few errands and all for her.

Being the lowest of the food chain in class I was mostly bullied and taken as everyone's maid but one thing led to another and I stood up for her when she had issues with her parents which brought us here now together as friends.

At school, everyone thinks she's a bright wealthy champ, a spoiled brat who wants nothing other than to get laid but I know better.

Brenda is considered the odd one of the family unlike her elder brothers she didn't get the brains of the family.

The first Derek is a handsome, cool, stunning blonde with a cute American accent even though he's a born and bred England child.

He speaks British but what can I say he's wealthy enough to take extra classes.

The other Darren is also blond but the difference is unlike Derek who's cute Darren is the hottie and a totally bad boy but he's brilliant, always topping the class.

"Wait up, Brenda," I call out to her.

Running after her to the class I sit right behind her, poking her with my finger slightly she doesn't budge I try tickling her which does the trick she giggles at first but laughs eventually.

"I can see you guys are happy, is anyone up for the test?"

I stop the tickling as the whole class pays attention to the teacher, I scrunch up my nose feeling pretty bored already when the class has not commenced yet,

he's the geology teacher but he rants more than he teaches.

"First I'd like to introduce you to two exchange new students, come on guys don't be shy, this is Tammy and this is Trevor" The teacher introduces two new students whom he ushers into the class.

I came to a quick conclusion. I dislike them both, the first thing that comes to my mind is the two weird names, Tammy and Trevor. What are they, twins? I ask myself

"They are exchange students but according to info they won't be staying for long I hope you guys treat them as a family, come up Tammy let's hear you introduce yourself" the teacher explains.

"Hi guys, I'm Tammy I'm an exchange student, and just like he said I won't be here for long I want us all to cooperate and be nice to each other"

I roll my eyes in my head just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. I'm not intimidated by her looks or anything but I can tell she's no good. She wants us to cooperate. This is a school, not an investigation center. Why does she keep speaking like she owns it all?

"I'm Trevor and I hope we get along"

I watch them both as they walk towards and past me taking their respective seats those two seem so odd,

They both look too pretty and classy to be in a school like mine and by exchange students not staying long but briefly, I'm sure something is up with them.

"He's cute right" I hear my friend buzz like a bee.

"Brenda!, They are right behind us"

"Who cares, I want him," she says.

"He's an exchange student he ain't gonna be here for long" I complain knowing how much of a bitch Brenda can be at times.

"Doesn't matter, I see it, I like it, I want it, I get it"

*********************

I tilt my head to the side as I am standing before the mirror as I examine myself. I'm in blue lingerie and a silk blue bra to match wearing a black pair of heels and matching red gloss applied on my lip.

"You are up kita" Clara calls me up from the dressing room.

"Coming, Clara"

I hasten my steps walking out of the dressing room.

"You look stunning kita," Clara compliments.

"For three years straight you keep repeating this boring line of yours Clara"

"That's the best I can do to cheer you on, remember you are a human, being a stripper doesn't make you out to be an odd one" she encourages me.

"Yeah yeah thanks for your everyday motivational speeches, any special requests?"

"Nope not yet if anything comes up I'll let you know"

"Alright, I'll be up on stage"

"Nikita?" Clara calls me once more causing me to halt in my tracks.

"What?. My time is running out and Chloe would cut off my pay if I'm not up there in time"

"Your mask" Clara reminds me

"Almost forgot" I sigh.

"Lousy thing"

Running back into the dressing room I search around for my mask all in vain

"Damnit, where are you silly thing, I saw it right over there," I say out loud to myself with pent-up frustration, I trace the room trying to find it.

"There you are," I say once more as I pick out the mask.

Walking towards the back door I squat to pick it up, I pause on hearing two voices one belongs to Chloe the other I don't recognize.

"They must be treated with respect, and give them whatever they want. I mean whatever I don't care what they might ask for, you must give them all they want, even if it's your soul or anything other than that" a man's voice commands.

"I told you I don't want them up here in my club" Chloe, who is my boss complains.

"They'll pay," the man says.

"I know they would but I don't want anyone harming my girls" Chloe complains.

"They won't if no one screws up" the man indulges Chloe once more.

"I still don't want them here" Chloe stands on her point which confuses me the most.

"Common girl, I thought you were smarter than this so what if they make some odd requests just a day and they'll be out of your hair but you'll get thrice the amount you earn in a month in just a day" the man pressurizes Chloe.

"Really?" Chloe asks on hearing about the past payment.

"Totally" the man confirms it.

"That should've been the first thing to tell me" Chloe responds as she gives in.

"You see why I like you, trust me no fuck ups and everything would be fine do tell your girls to act in order and they'll also get paid in hefty sums.

one might be lucky enough to end up in bed with any of them thinking about the amount she would earn."

"That's their choice"

"Just make sure no fuck ups, be sure to tell them that"

"I would, thanks buddy" Chloe ends the deal with a certain tone that hints at excitement.

I hear the footsteps walk away from the door till the sounds are finally withdrawn.

"Where the hell have you been, everyone has been waiting for your performance," Clara asks, barging into the room.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find the mask" I lie to her.

"And now?" She requests with her eyes darting all around the room.

"Here it is"

"Thank goodness, hurry Chloe would murder you tonight"

Running up to the stage I wear my mask.

Moving to the center of the stage the light is turned on and I get several applause.

I can tell these thirsty drunken mother fuckers were waiting up already and it irritates me the more,

I walk slowly to the front tapping my heels on the ground. The beats come up and the song begins.

I walk towards the pole, bending slightly around it. I raise my first leg turning it around the pole tilting myself almost taking a 65-degree curve on the pole. I feel my breasts bounce slightly, my nipples poking hard at the silk bra.

The cheers increase. I continue my dance routine bending, twisting, and twirling around the pole.

"Take it off!!, Take it off, take it off, take it off," they all chant aggressively.

The cheers Increase, there's no way I'm going stark naked out here the mic makes a little tapping sound I turn to see Chloe

"I'm sorry our audience but I might have to steal the performer for a while, someone else would be up here real quick" Chloe informs the crowd

Heaving a sigh of relief I follow her off the stage, but why would she help me Chloe doesn't give a fuck as long as she gets paid.

"Kita you have to attend to the guests at the v.i.p," she tells me curtly not asking for permission.

"Hell no, I'd rather go back on stage than comply with this" I retorted, wanting to argue with her.

"This isn't a request, it's an order I pay you so now get to work" Chloe yells.

I shrug walking away from her up the stairs towards the v.i.p section,

I hate going around there and I stick to my routine as a pole dancer but tonight I feel uneasy.

it's no news that only people with tons of money stay up there and they all are monsters with loads of money yet still, I sense a bad vibe up there coupled with the conversation I heard earlier something odd would happen and I'm sure of it.

Tightening the loose end of my mask I walk in with all confidence I can muster but almost immediately I stop to a halt, shocked and amazed at the sight before me

"What the fuck!!!" I yell in surprise.

NIKITA

"Come on in."

Walking slowly, I feel the tray in my handshake. I watch them all, but different questions storm in and out of my mind: Why are Trevor and Tammy here? Can they recognize me? But most of all, why are they with Emilio?

Emilio is known to be the biggest drug lord in Ireland; he hardly goes about it except when he means to entertain really important people,

which leads me to think both Trevor and Tammy are drug dealers.

"Come here," Trevor calls out to me.

I move towards Trevor with the tray in my hands. He stares at me for a minute as if to confirm something, and then he nods slowly.

"She's clean, Trevor; everyone here can be trusted, Emilio assured them. "I won't be so sure; you know I won't be pleased if anything gets out to the feds," Trevor complains, fueling my suspicions even more.

"Stop ranting and get down to business; this isn't my kind of place," Tammy complains.

"Of course, Tammy, I'm sorry, boss," Trevor mimics.

"Asshole," Tammy sneers.

He motions for me to sit beside him, and I do, but he looks at me once more, definitely checking me out.

"You like her? You can have her; she's one of my girls," Emilio assured Trevor.

"Thanks, Emilio, but I'll pass."

"I was hoping you'd say so. I like girls with silky bras," Emilio says as he scans his eyes all over me.

"She's hot, but not my type."

I roll my eyes in my mask, trying to act normal. He motions for me to move closer with the tray.

He pinches on the cocaine, sprinkling some on my breasts. I grip the tray, knowing well what he's about to do.

He sniffs the cocaine, sprinkling some more again and repeating the process as I grip the tray harder, feeling so disrespected, but knowing

well, I dare not move.

"Trevor, let her go; we have a business to get down to." Tammy retorts, causing me to guess that she isn't into things like this.

Trevor says, "I don't wish to," as he continues to pinch and sniff my breasts.

He licks the rest of the cocaine on my breasts. I immediately regret wearing these bras. As I watch the young lad bring out a heap of money,

he places it on my tray, taking one long, sluggish look at me.

"That's for being my table."

I nod, amazed at the amount of money. Being a stripper, my sense of calculation is relatively high, and judging by the stack of notes, I can tell it's about $200 to $300.

"Stop teasing the girl, Trevor," Tammy complains.

"I'm not; I like her, but I can't have her, and you know that well," Trevor explains, confusing me the most.

"If you can't have her, may I?" Emilio requests.

"Your choice, Emilio."

Dazzled once more. I watch with questions still storming into and out of my head.

Did he just call Emilio by name? Who is he to have such confidence?

Pardon me, scratch that. Who are they?.

I was right all along. I knew something was off about them both, but this is way too much for me to take in.

How do a bunch of high school kids have this sum of money, and what business do they have after winding up with Emilio, the godfather of Ireland?

"When do you want it delivered?" Emilio asks as he puffs on his tobacco. "This week," Trevor says.

"Business isn't done that way, Trevor, and you know so," Emilio seems to complain.

"I do, but orders are orders," Trevor says with a straight and serious expression.

"We can twist them a little, right?" Emilio asks.

"Like you've been twisting?" Tammy snorts, cutting into their conversation.

"Stop being ridiculous; I've been truthful to Esteban." Emilio yells, getting pissed at Tammy's words.

"No names, Emilio," Tammy orders Emilio, which only confuses me the more I remain seated and stuff my ears all open.

"Sorry, miss, but she's my girl, and I don't think she knows who he is." Emilio mimics Tammy.

"Don't call me Miss. Call me Tammy and stop talking down to me. I'm a lady, but I won't have you look down on me. I remain a boos and your

colleague."

"My apologies, Tammy."

"Way better"

This is becoming interesting. She just called herself a boss and Emilio's colleague.

The college to a godfather of Ireland? For a sec, I would've thought this was all scripted out.

It sounds funny to me, but I'd dare not make a sound. I sit rooted to the chair like a statue.

"I'm not bending rules, Emilio; I'd have the goods in three days, and you'll get your pay at the same place and time," Trevor says.

"If I have to push up the goods here in three days, I need more funds."

"How much are we talking about here?"

"Couple of hundreds more, about 15

"It's done; a couple of hundred would be added to your initial amount for the transport of the cargo,Trevor calls out.

I scream mentally at the cargo!!! $15000!! By cargo, does he mean the port?

Heck, I'd take a taxi for about $10 down here up to port; he just freaking charged $15000. What shady deal could they be involved in?.

"That ends it. I'm done. No more advances or increases in funds."

"Yes Trevor"

"Are we done? I'm beginning to feel like booze."Tammy complains, causing me to wonder if she does anything at all other than file complaints.

"Not yet, Tammy; I want to have a little bit of fun with my toy."

I look behind me, my eyes darting to and fro around the room.

"He means you, hon; he's like that most of the time." Tammy clarifies.

I made a huge mistake by hating on the wrong person.

Tammy is the good guy, while Trevor is the monster. I recalled earlier today how this bastard can keep his two-face facade.

At school, he's a cute boy with a wide smile and bright teeth. At night, he is a monster.

"Come over here.Trevor ushers me to get closer to him.

I move closer to him, closing every possible space between us. He points to his laps.

"I meant here."

I stand, walking like a broken doll, towards him, taking a seat in his lap.

He reaches for the tray, pinching a little cocaine. He forces my mouth open and sprinkles some on my tongue.

"Don't swallow love; it's meant for me."

He sucks on my tongue like a kiss-deprived soul, leaving me breathless as he disengages. I turn pink, unsure of what I feel-maybe embarrassment or enjoyment?.

He pinches some more, sprinkling it on my tongue, and repeats the process over and over till I lose count and am high on drugs.

Regaining slight consciousness, I see myself still on his lap, but the room looks different; a couple of girls are now in, and the high pitch of the song hits my ears and rings continuously in my brain.

I hear discussion loud enough, but the words seem scattered to me. I try arranging them, and I smile at getting a little grasp of the situation. "Let her go, Trevor, Tammy retorts, complaining once again.

"Still having fun," Trevor says as he puffs on the tobacco now in his hands.

"She's high; can't you see that?" Tammy takes sides with me.

"Makes it more fun," Trevor chirps in.

"There are dozens of other girls here."

"Nah, I want her."

I look over to Emilio, and I can tell he's having the best time of his life. He's been tended to by four, five, wait, six? Dammit, I can't see the figures clearly, but I can tell he's having fun.

I see him bite on a nipple. Who's the nipple? I can't see... turning back to face Trevor I feel his tongue graze over my breast, and I thug at his hair, wanting more from the pleasure.

"Do I make you horny, baby?" Trevor asks me with a grin on his face.

I remain silent as he uses his fingers to scribble words on my breasts while I arch my back in response to his touch.

He pinches slightly at my nipples, making a moan escape from my lips. I can feel my arousal storming in.

"I can't have you; it's ordered, but I can tease you," he says softly into my ears.

"I knew you were going to end up doing this, which is why I suggested a bar or something, but nope, you chose a strip club. You expect me to watch you bang her right here and now," Tammy asks.

"You know I can't, but you can."

"I'll pass, thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I think I will."

"Suit yourself"

He leans in on me, sucking my neckline down up to my earlobe and nibbling it slowly. I ride his lap as I feel my wetness on his pants.

"Easy girl, I don't want you cumming all over me."

I bite my lip.

I can feel my heart throbbing for attention. He seems to feel my wetness on his lap. He moves his fingers below my thighs, spreading my lips a little.

He has easy access all through asim in nothing other than my net lingerie.

He rubs his hands across my clitoral area as I moan. In pleasure, he does the same slowly, not filling his fingers in me; he rubs on my tits with his finger wet from my wetness; I lean on him, moaning into his ears; he looks to Tammy while dipping his finger into me; I moan as I feel his fingers in me.

"Are you sure you want to pass?" Trevor asks Tammy, who is now feasting on her all over me.

She walks towards me slowly, leaning on me. She places a soft kiss on my lips, moving away from me.

"I knew you wouldn't pass out this time; I'm done teasing; she's all yours, ready and wet."

He sweeps me off his feet, walking towards the crowd of girls I watch as Tammy moves closer to me, thrusting her fingers in me all at once.

She kisses me passionately and rashly at the same time, and I moan louder as she continues.

**************

Holding my temple, I feel the greatest headache ever today.

I walk through the corridor, bumping into someone or something now and then.

I woke up feeling dizzy, exhausted, and weak. I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but I came up with nothing.

I could've sworn I was brought home, but being a stripper for a few years, I can guarantee to find my way home even during a total blackout at night.

Walking into the class, I see the two new students. I almost forgot we had exchange freaks in class.

I feel a sudden recognition of the word freak. I brush it aside and walk over to my desk, still holding my temple. I see a drink on my desk with a double F.

"I'm screwed"!!!.

H

NIKITA

Double F

"I'm screwed!!.

I grab the drink, tearing the note off the drink and tossing it aside, drilling holes and tearing the notes into bits I swallow hard.

The words echo in my mind as I mentally picture the events vividly.

Walking out of the VIP section into a room with Tammy, she pulls off my lingerie but leaves my mask on. She bends on her knees, rubbing my clitoral area with her fingers fast and smooth. I arch my back at the pleasure of wanting more from her. "You want me that bad?" Tammy had asked me

I nodded my head in response.

"Fuck me, freak," I yell out loud into her ears.

Confused at her words, I watched her absent-mindedly mince her words on cloud nine. My thoughts jumbled up and mixed; the sexual pleasure and drugs made it all exotic.

"Say it out loud, fuck me freak," Tammy orders, becoming a different person.

"Fuck me, freak," I beg her.

I say after her wanting her total fingers to get in me, not just slide through.

***********

Placing my head on the desk, I feel a hand poke me slightly. I don't budge, knowing it would be Tammy.

"You drunk or what?" The voice calls to me.

"Brenda?"

"What? Weren't they expecting me?"

"Thank goodness it's you. I need to see you for a minute."

"What's up?"

"Trevor isn't who you think he is," I told her.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Brenda asks.

"Come on out, follow me." I grab her arm, pulling her out of the class and towards the stairs.

"Calm down, Kita; you're hurting me. Don't leave me with a scar," she complains while jerking her hands off.

"I'm sorry." I apologize to her, knowing she would never take things seriously.

"What is it? 3 years now, and I've never seen you this serious," Brenda teases.

"It's Trevor"

"Yeah, I have to speak to him about something."

"May I go first?"

"Sure totally"

"I think he's into drugs."

"What do you mean he's into drugs? He's addicted, or he takes them?"

"No, a little bit more like he trades them."

"Where did you get that information from, because it's damn wrong, girl?"

"You need to listen to me, Brenda; he's not the nice girl you think he is." "Listen, love. I know you don't want me ending up hurt and all, but it's fine. I spoke to him last night."

"You what?"

"I did. I'm sorry. I know you told me not to, but I did, and before you go on with your bla bla bla, I apologized already. I spoke to him last night."

"Wait, you called him?"

"Yeah"

"Did you hear anything like music?"

"I suppose I did; I thought he was at a party."

"That's better"

"Why?"

"I just had to clear my doubts that I wasn't dreaming."

"You seem to be weird today."

"Sorry, go on with what happened."

"I called to ask him out. And all but he told me he's sorry that he isn't just like everyone else; he's gay."

"That's new"

"I know right, he's too cute to be one. I hoped we could get things down."

Flashes of memory come to me: the tray, her sniffing, the sucking, the

leasing,

"Where the hell did I place the money?"

"Pardon?"

"Can we talk later? I'm not so fine. I'm having a couple of pains, and my head hurts so bad."

"It didn't when you were ranting earlier on."

"I think I might have to be absent today; just stay away from him."

"I still want to be friends, though."

"Four feet away from him."

"Or else what?"

"I'll break your neck."

"Ha ha, funny you."

"Nope, he's not the problem Tammy is; stay away from her; she's the devil I failed to see."

"I think you are hurt in the head; how come you got all these sullen ideas just sleeping and waking?"

"I'm off; remember to be four feet away from her."

"Yeah, whatever boss."

"Damn you"

I feel another wave of pain hit as I regain little memory. Walking down the corridor into the hall, I hold my temple really hard. Why won't it just come all at once? What the fuck did I consume last night? Hailing a cab, I place my head beside the window. "4th alley," I yell at the Uber man.

"Yes Ma'am"

I feel my eyes close slightly, partially, and then totally. I feel myself crawl into slumber.

"Ma'am, "the taxi driver calls out to me, waking me from my slumber.

"Yes?" I ask as I sit up in the car.

"4th alley," the man tells me as he points out his window.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I had to sleep a little." I apologize innocently.

"No worries; it happens most times',' he responds with a reassuring smile.

Shutting the door to his cab, I feel my feet ache as my head seems heavier than it normally does.

I feel my whole body aching and heavy, unable to withstand the pain and exhaustion I feel from slumping to the ground.

********

"Where am I?"

The first question that comes to mind is: looking around, I fail to recognize my surroundings.

Who brought me here, and why would I be here? I try moving, but my body still seems too stiff. Panic hits me, accompanied by worry. Have I been abducted?

Nope, this looks too pretty to be a kidnapping zone. Besides, I'm not tied to a chair or anything, and I feel the warmth seep in. Gradually, my fingers touch something soft.

Looking down, I see a duvet wrapped around me. This isn't kidnapping; it's a whole different thing.

laying stiff for seconds or minutes, there isn't a sign of anyone.

Gathering all the strength within me, I summon up enough courage to walk up and away from the bed. I see my legs still shaky and weak,

walking towards the counter. I see a note attached to a cup.

"Drink this"

No way in hell will I drink that, turning away from it. I see a note attached to the counter just adjacent to it.

"Don't drink, and you won't walk out that door not to think of getting to the elevator yourself."

Turning away from the note, I look around the house, making mental notes not to touch anything or take anything.

Judging from the internal decor, I can tell it's an expensive suite. Judging by the letter, I can tell it's a hotel, but who would bring me here and why?

Brenda?,I scurry slowly to the bed, hoping to find my phone, but to no avail. I feel my knees giving in. I try standing tall, but I can't almost crawl back to the counter. I pick up the cup, gulping in the content beneath it.

"Told you so."

Rolling my eyes, I walk back to the bed, wrapping my body in the duvet and shutting my eyes. This is the best thing I've ever had to comfort myself. Whoever might have brought me here has reasons, and I'd rather wait than waste time searching for an escape route.

Squinting my eyes, I turn to see the sun almost fading. How long did I sleep? Raising my head slowly, I see a figure walk towards me.

"Took you long enough," the voice says harshly, sounding just like

"Tammy?"

"I see you are fine," she says as she pulls closer to me.

"What did you do to me?" I ask, almost yelling.

"Nothing," she says with her hands up in the air.

"You can't just tell me nothing; I freaking passed out twice in a row."

"That might be my fault, love," another voice calls out behind Tammy.

"Trevor?"

"Yes, it's Trevor. Can we skip to the past where you ask why you were brought here and stop screaming? Please, it's a suite, not your neighborhood," Tammy complains once more about her normal self.

"Am I expected to stay calm? You drugged me and brought me here."

"No one did anything to you; I think you did most things to us. I don't know about Trevor, but I must say you are a wild animal." Tammy snorts when speaking.

"Shut your mouth, Tammy," Trevor orders her.

"What? She asked for it," Tammy defends herself.

"Tammy!!"

"Geez, suck it up, you heard her moans," Tammy finally says.

"I didn't," I deny, trying to think deeply and recall what I had done that night.

"Trevor, she turned you on."

"She did, but I didn't hear anything."

Stuffing the pillow in my face, I turn red from embarrassment and not liking where this conversation would lead.

"He's telling you lies; you aren't helping Trevor; she was wild, and you know it."

"Did I?"

"Yes, Nikita, you had sex."

"With you or both?"

"Trevor, he's the teaser; he did tease you a bit, but he let you off to me. The truth is, he doesn't do girls; on the other hand, he does both," Tammy says with full airs of pride.

"You took advantage of me!!!" I yell at her.

"Woah,woah, an easy girl who took advantage of who you were while riding; you left me all dry." Tammy days once more, loving the dejected feeling I feel right now.

"You realize I'm here, right?" Trevor reminds us both.

"Stop acting all saint; you started it all."

"Stop! You both should please stop," I plead to them.

"Feeling shy, I don't like you being shy; I like you being a double F." Tammy teases more.

"You sick bitch," I yell at her, wanting her to stop teasing me or saying anything about our previous night.

"That's the spirit," Tammy says as she winks at me.

"As much as I'd love to see you girls bickering about it, I have important things to tend to. I'll have to begin with you, Kita."

"What more do you want from me?"

"Your soul," Trevor says.

"Pardon?" I am confused about what he means.

"I need your soul; name the price, and it's done," Trevor expatriates.

"My soul, like my heart or what?" I am even more confused.

"Not like that; you can put it that way, but I'd like to explain more. You see, I need your help working, and trust me, once you become a member, everything changes." Trevor assures me.

"What do you mean I'm lost here? I yell, almost bursting into tears, as I feel a terrible headache hitting hard against my temples.

"Ever heard of brotherhood?"

"Yeah," I responded, not liking the route of this conversation. "Something like that" he assures me.

"Why do you want me?" I asked him confused.

"I don't, I didn't know who you were till about a week ago but here I am speaking with you. We work with orders."

"Who made you?" I ask him, recalling the fact that he had mentioned something about a boss previously.

"That's a bit confidential but once you agree to commit then you can be let on" Trevor assures me once more.

"Just take the offer don't brood over nothing it's better, once you refuse the offer you get killed" Tammy days at once while staring at me.

"Tammy, don't scare her off" Trevor snorts.

"What the fuck "

"What she meant to say is that you have no choice other than to accept this offer. You can think it through for about 20 minutes; if you don't, I might have to pull this trigger right here," Trevor says while pulling out a gun.

"You have a gun."

"Yes, love, I do, so what would it be, yes or no?."