Coffee? I literally just put a mug on my desk, why'd I ask her to get me coffee? I groan and turn around, heading back to my office. Guess I'm not going to take a quick nap now. I'm also jet lagged as hell right now, so let's hope I don't pass out while walking back to my office.
I sit at my desk and lean my head back, closing my eyes to rest for a bit. I really need to sleep more, but I just can't. There's too much shit to do. I also need to convince mom to let Vince help out a little. He's great at catching small little clues and shit, and that skill would be extremely useful right now. He's getting better, and he wants to work. Mom is just stubborn and won't let him.
A soft knock sounds on the door and I know it's Ashlynn, well at least a girl. When any of my men knock on the door it's so damn hard. "Come in," I say and the door slowly creeps open. Ashlynn walks over to my desk and sets the black mug on my de
I actually survived breakfast. The occasional glances at Ashlynn happened, which I tried not to do. But in the end I lost the internal battle of not being weird and would look at her. She and Jill are close, and they kept laughing today. My mom was complaining about the doctor we have for Vince, apparently the doctor isn't qualified. Mom also believes she's a doctor, so there's that. Alex and dad kept teasing me the whole breakfast, and I've officially reached the peak of me being annoyed. Alex and dad are going to sit at the opposite end of the table in the meeting room. The meeting is about to start and my men are finally settling down. A few of the tech guys are still messing around on their laptops, but everyone else appears to be ready. After a few moments I clear my throat to get everyone's attention. The room goes quiet and everyone looks at me, well my dad is on his phone. What an ass."Our next step in finding Iris is checking the first location t
Ashlynn's POV: When I got to the club tonight I was led back to the dressing room by one of the guards. He didn't speak at all, not even a hello. I've come to accept the guards not speaking, even a simple hello, but it just makes the walk awkward. He does open the door of the dressing room for me, and closes it behind me. "Hey Ashlynn," Felicity greets me. She's looking through her clothes to figure out to wear. "Do you think I should wear the aqua one or the baby pink one?" "Baby pink," I tell her. "It would go really well with your skin tone." "Thanks," she smiles and picks it up. "Oh, the guard who brought you here will also be the one with you when you go to the stage. His name is Daniel." "Thanks for telling me," I say and head over to my little station. I still only have the outfits that they picked out for me, and I really want to choose my own. I'll have to ask if I can go shopping or some
I strut on the stage, doing a few dance moves along the way to catch the men's attention. The men are all yelling and cheering that the first dance session of the night is beginning. You'd think they were at a Beyoncé concert with their cheers. Most of the men are already throwing cash on the stage, so I have to be careful as I walk. That's a downside of tips, it's hard to dance and walk when there are just bills laying on the floor. Believe me when I say I've fallen because of money on the stage. I've also been nailed in the head with a quarter, so that sums up my career. When I reach the front of the stage I glance over to the middle to see Mr. Cutler leaning back in his seating looking at me. His arm is outstretched, and his finger is on the top of a thin straw that's in his glass. He's absentmindedly twirling the straw as he watches me. I ignore the nervousness and embarrassment that's ready to show on my cheeks, and instead, I send him a wink with a large s
"Wait, I can go with you?" Kylie asks and I nod my head. "But I have work today." "Mr. Cutler said I could bring whoever I wanted and I choose you. So, you get the day off," I tell her. "I'll let him know so you won't get in trouble." "I'm so excited! Lets get ready and I'll meet you in the dining room," she cheers before running down the hall. I smile at my friends giddiness before I go to my room to change out of my pajamas. I slip on a plain purple t-shirt and a pair of gray leggings. I slip on my tennis shoes and pull my hair up into a bun before I head to the dining room. I'm so excited to go shopping. "Morning Ashlynn," Tori greets me as I walk in the room. "Morning," I respond with a small smile. She gets back to work and I find my seat at the table to wait for Kylie. She runs out a few moments later wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a baby blue tank top. Her hair is down and she has on black ankle booties. She looks so
"Mr. Cutler!" I yell when I see him walking down the hall. He has a towel in his hands and his head down. He's wearing a dark hoodie and dark jeans now. "Ashlynn? Is everything alright?" He asks, putting his hands behind his back. "Yeah, I just got back from the mall not to long ago," I tell him and grab the small wallet I purchased earlier. "Here's your card. Thank you again, but I did buy some things with my own money." "Then you may just get a bonus on your check," he smirks, finally getting close enough so I can finally see the features of his face. "You're a mess," I say with a sigh noticing his hair going in every direction, sweat dripping down his face, and blood splatters covering his face. "Let's get it cleaned off." I grab his elbow and drag him to the closest bathroom. I make him sit on the toilet, after putting the top down obviously, and I grab a rag from below the sink. I set it down with warm water
Alright now just have to put on the dress and I'm ready, well plus shoes. I curled my hair and put it in a high ponytail, leaving a few strands out to frame my face. I didn't buy make up, I kind of forgot to, so I just put on some lipgloss and mascara that I borrowed from Kylie. My dress is amazing. It's a burgundy color, with think white stripes, that I love. It has spaghetti straps and the neckline shows a small amount of cleavage, it's modest but also has a sexy look to it. It's a high low dress, so the back stops around mid calf and the front comes to right below my mid thigh. The end also has a ruffle look to it, it's perfect. I hurry to my room and grab the pair of black heels I bought earlier and slip them on. I double check that I have everything before I head out to meet Gage by the front door. I open my bedroom door to head out, but I run into something hard. Well it's obviously a person, but I wasn't paying attention. I manage to keep my balance, but the per
"So that phone call made him all cold and stuff?" Kylie asks, and I nod my head with a sigh. She is currently cleaning the upstairs meeting rooms, and I'm sitting in the chair watching. Every time I try to help she throws something at me. I can already feel a bruise forming on my arm from the soap bottle. "Yeah, I was actually really enjoying it, but after he got cold it wasn't as fun," I tell her. "It's hard to have fun when there really isn't anything being said or done." "Well I think he likes you," Kylie says with a shrug. "You have work tonight at the brothel, correct?" "Yep, and also tomorrow," I answer her. "Well you should find out if he's going today or tomorrow. If he is, you've got to make him jealous," Kylie smirks. "Dance for others guys more, or don't even dance for Mr. Cutler. Can you imagine the look on his face if that happened!" We both laughed at the image we created in our heads. ——
Gage's POV: "Face ID recognized her in Seoul. She has dyed her hair to blonde, but it's definitely her," Vince tells me. "She has met up with the South Korean Cartel and is rumored to have a meeting with them tonight. The contacts that we have there are going to be keeping tabs for us until we can figure out what to do." "I'm glad to have you back brother," I say, relieved that there's actually being progress made. For once she isn't a step ahead. I pat my brother on the shoulder before I look at the screen that shows security footage of her. "Is this live or recorded?" "Live. Our contacts were able to hack quite a few cameras in the back streets," Vince tells me as he types away at another computer. "They think today may be the day she meets with the Cartel." "Keep me updated," I tell him. "I need to check on Jenna. Mom said Jenna is being stubborn again." "What a brat," Vince rolls his eyes at o