Ace stands with his cigarette in his hand. They had to kill off this new threat of theirs before he runs his mouth of to the Bloodhounds.

"Ace!"

Gabe had a small glock in his hand, he turned around to face him.

"What Gabe?!" Ace snaps grumpily.

"Did you even hear what Kage had said?"

"I know what to do, kill Sergio and make an exit."

Gabe rolls his eyes. "No darling, he said to keep the convo about the weed, if he doesn't comply-that's when he kill him."

"I could care less." Ace says. "I've already considered him dead."

"That's cold babe."

"What's cold will be my cold dead hands wrapping around your neck if you call me that again." Ace says.

"Okay toughass." Gabe laughs.

Gabe had gotten used to Ace's grumpy demeanor. A lot happened over the years and Gabe understands.

"Hey, we still cool?" Gabe asks.

Ace grins a little. "Always."

They dap each other. Ace and Gabe stood before Sara's Night, a stripclub.

Gabe opens the door, walking inside to see purple and blue lights flashing everywhere, strippers were twirling around the pole.

"Let's split up, find a asshole with tattoos over his bald head." Gabe shouts over the loud music.

Women sent winks toward Ace as he towered over them, he walks behind the curtains, this place a hell lot more fancy.

There were glowing walls and three women were dancing with masks on.

A woman with long black hair wore a red top that had a lot of strings, as she spun upside down her hair continued to block her face.

Her honey colored skin glowed along the radiating glow from the walls which were green and purple.

There was a man who laid back.

There he is!

"Come here!" The man shouts to one of the strippers. The stripper that had stepped out had pink hair with a galaxy colored bra with revealing bottoms.

She immediately straddles him.

"Hey daddy, do you have money?"

The man grins, he had a scarf on top cover his head.

"Right here."

He slips the money into her bottoms, she grins, then starts giving him a lap dance, he grabs her hips. Her pink curls blocking the black cat that was tattooed on her revealing back.

The two strippers snuck looks at each other.

Ace walks over to them.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" The man groans.

Ace grits his teeth, pulling his glock out but it wasn't seen.

"Stop bullshitting." Ace growls.

"Fine, get off me Star, we'll finish this later."

That's if you live long enough to see later. Ace thought to himself.

The stripper looks up, winking at Ace who gave her an emotionless stare.

"Didn't you hear him? Leave." Ace growls, she storms out.

The other stripper with black hair stops dancing and tries to walk off.

"Did I fucking tell you to stop dancing?!" The man snaps at her.

She kept her eyes on him, hesitantly dancing.

Ace didn't even turn around, he kept his eyes on the man. The stripper clearly looked tired if you had looked hard enough, but it's obvious the man didn't care.

"What a way to treat a woman." Ace says emotionlessly.

"These aren't women, these are dirty hoes." The man says while chuckling.

"Like you're any better." Ace chortles.

"Are you asking for a bullet in your fuckin head blondie?"

Ace grins dangerously, sitting down in front of him.

"Are you Sergio?" He asks.

The man nods. Ace grabs him by the collar of his shirt.

"Listen here you fucking pedophile, where is the money?!" Ace growls.

"Wait a second!" Sergio gasps, analyzing Ace head to toe.

"You're Ace Williams!" He gasps, going pale.

Ace puts his finger to his lips, making a shhh expression.

"I'm here for that weed you're selling."

"You wanna smoke?" Sergio asks.

"I want all of it." Ace says.

"Because whatever you gave that little girl...she died six hours later."

"What kind of dumbass sells drugs to kids?" Ace growls.

"I only sell weed, work is work."

"You're a thug, you don't work, you hustle."

Sergio stays silent.

"So are you." Sergio says.

"Especially when you couldn't kill Keith yourself."

Ace grabs him by the collar, flinging him to the other table, Ace glares at him.

The stripper with long black hair begun to walk out.

"Where are you going bitch?" The man spits.

"I didn't tell you to stop...you dirty whore." He barks.

The stripper just stares at him in complete silence, the music almost drowning Sergio's voice.

"Get out." Ace says to both strippers.

Both strippers leave the room. Ace pulls out his glock.

"Let's take this outside." Ace says.

--

Living this life was a pain.

Lyric had walked down the tables full of men who simply ignored her and focused on throwing money.

Ember had been in the private room, giving a lap dance to some jerk.

Lyric was like the black sheep of the strippers, she kept to herself, seemed almost unfazed by everything.

She wore a red corset with small shorts. She hated how her body was exposed like this.

They still lived at Naomi's house and Lyric had to keep paying for the medical bill.

It was only right because Naomi didn't have to take her under her wing.

A pair of strong hands pulled her against the wall, his hands around her neck.

"Why the hell did you leave that room?"

It was her boss, Big Cash.

Lyric stayed silent, trying to pry the hands off of her. He lets go of her.

"There was a fight." Lyric says noncholantly.

"So you leave? You're not better than them." He sneers.

"Let go of me!" Lyric mumbles, pushing him off of her.

He grabs her wrist.

"Without me you and your friend would be on the streets."

"At least be grateful bitch." He hisses at her.

He spits in her face, she stands there as he walks past her.

The spit ran down her cheek. She stood there, as if she was dazed.

She only had a couple more months and they can finally leave this place...for good.