Song: Do I want to know? Arctic Monkeys

"What do you mean you can't find anything out about her?" I throw the empty file down on the desk in frustration.

 "I asked around sir, believe me no one knows who she is."

I shake my head in frustration. "That doesn't make any sense she was fucking right there. I have a picture of her and you are telling me that no one...fucking no one can tell you anything about her." I keep tighten my fist and finally bring it up to my mouth at rest.

"No, I'm sorry. However the guy in the picture..." He leans over my desk and points to the guy. "He works for the Cleaner; I hear his name is Atticus."

"He works for the Cleaner...uhm...I need more information; what cleaner? I want you to look into him maybe by doing research on him then we can find out more about her." I glance at the guy in the picture and I think back to watching him with her and how he kept watching her every move as if he was her protector. If he is working for the Cleaner then who in the hell is the girl he is taking care of.

"Yes sir; I will see what I can find out." He grabs the file and shows himself out the door.

I don't hear anything about her all day and then I get the text with a picture of her at the club. She has on this amazing blue dress that I would just love to peel right off of her. Her hair falls right past her shoulders and I can only imagine what it feels like to run my hands through those locks and twist it slowly in my hands to pull her into me to touch her soft red lips.

I wanted to get out to the club as soon as possible to catch her but that for sure didn't happen because I was on an assignment. It was a quick kill straight to the chest with very little blood escaping. I'm sure the cleaner will love that he won't have much to clean. I wonder who will come and clean it up. I never have really cared until now. I just have to hope that it might be this man named, Zane because I want to ask him about her.

However when I get the message, I just want to get back to see her, so I don't bother waiting on the cleaner to get here.When I pull up, I had hoped she was still her but she's already gone. I am greeted at the door. "Sir you might want to go to your office and check out the surveillance cameras."

I head on up to my office and close the door behind me. I walk over to the bar and pour myself a straight whiskey and then sit down in front of the screens. I rewind the footage. I see her dancing on the floor and then she disappears into the crowd. What the hell; where did she go?

 I look through other pieces of footage from other cameras and there she is in the back alley. The guy she is with has his hands all over her and he is forcing himself on her. I grit my teeth and I so want to find this asshole who thinks he can treat women this way. However in seconds she is using some kind of karate on his ass and taking him down. The door swings open and the body guard or whoever the hell this guy really is steps out and checks on her. He motions for a car and tells her to get in.

Once she is in, he walks over and picks up the guy and tosses him in the trunk of the car. Well this is just getting more and more interesting. I want to know more about this. If he works for the Cleaner, he should be cleaning up shit not taking people hostage in the back of the car.

I try to find other views but nothing. I guess I need to add more cameras than I thought. All I see are the fucking headlights to the car nothing else and when it backs out of the alley it is gone. I stand up frustrated. She is like a fucking ghost; she comes and goes just like that.

The next night, I am at the Master's Den taking care of some loose ends when my phone goes off. "Sir you won't believe this but she is back. She looks alone tonight."

"Really now, I seriously doubt that she is all alone." I know the guy has to be with her somewhere. I drop everything that I am doing and head straight over.

Once I get there, I park in the back alley and go through the back door. I search the crowd and nothing. I run up to my office and check out the camera. "Come on now...where the hell are you?" I say out loud basically to myself. And then I see her on the dance floor. Oh my God...she is a fucking little bad ass. She has on this red and black plaid mini shirt, showing off too much legs and the black top she has on shows off her breast and her stomach. Any man in this damn place would be stupid not to throw themselves at her.

She is talking with some guy, not the guy from before. I guarantee that guy is never coming back. My mind keeps twisting everything around because now I am thinking maybe this is her thing that she takes men and disposes of them, but why? I seriously doubt she is taking them back to her place to fuck. God she is a fucking mystery and I just got to find out more about her. I watch her on the screen and she is having a confrontation with the guy and she walks off. However the guy follows right after her.

 I jump up and head down to the dance floor. There are so many people in here that I lose track of her. I hold up my watch to my mouth. "Don't let the red head out the door."

"Red head sir!"

"Yes...she should be coming that way. Don't let her leave." When I make it to the front entrance both bouncers looks at me and shrug their shoulders. "Where the hell is she?"

"Sir...no red head has come through here."

"The fuck she hasn't...where the fuck is she?" I push him to the side and look around frustrated at the fact that I know good and well that she walked right past here.

"Sir...like I said. She hasn't come this way." The one looks at the other in agreement.

 How does she just vanish in thin air? I know she is not a figment of my imagination because I actually have pictures of her. She is smooth and quick and of all things she just might be deadly.I get back on my watch to notify all the security that I have. "If anyone of you sees the red head don't let her leave and that is a fucking order."I do another whole walk through the Club and nothing.

 I go back to my office and start searching through all the footage. She did go out the front door however it was before I had said anything so the guys were not really paying attention at the time. After the place closes down at two in the morning, I hold a quick staff meeting. I show all of them a picture of her. "You see this...take a good hard look at this picture. If one of you sees her walk through that door you notify me and you make damn sure she doesn't leave do you understand?"

I waited for one of them to ask why but not one of them says a damn thing. They all nod their heads in agreement, keeping their mouths sealed. I leave and get in my car. The whole drive home all I think about is her. Who the fuck is she really? I hope she returns and if she does I can't wait to introduce myself to her. I just hope that I can convince her to stay with me.

When I get home Amber is asleep on the couch. I walk over and sit beside her. I slowly remove the silk robe that she is wearing and she slowly opens up her eyes. "Master you are home so late; I tried to wait up for you."

"It's ok...come with me." I reach out for her hand and she stands up to follow me to the play room.