For the next two days I didn't leave my house at all. I became a somewhat of a recluse not wanting anyone to see my face. I was in quite a bit of pain and wanted no one to know that. It would take another couple of days until I could walk without wincing or bending over like an old lady.

My phone rung a few times but I ignored all of the calls. To hell with my father at the moment; I deserved a few days off. But what I hated the most is that it is only the second day since it all happened and I was ready to leave my house. I wanted to do something other than sit on my couch watching tv.

It was now a Monday night and I was getting ready to go out. The pain wasn't strong enough for me to stop from going. I was following Martin's advice for once, even if it was a Monday night. Instead of going to party or what not, I was just going to a bar to get a few drinks.

I was currently trying to cover up the slight bruise on my cheek. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was and was now just tinted a light yellow color. Just in that area of my face I was using more coverage than usual. Because I wasn't going to hook up with anyone I didn't try too hard with my makeup. Just enough to cover my bruise and dark circles under my eyes, along with lipstick, and called it good.

Deciding to let my hair down today, it fell down my back in soft waves. It wasn't too often I let my hair down but when I did I was always struck with how pretty it looked. I've never cut it so it now sits against my lower back. My father once wanted me to dye my hair a different color but I stood firm with my dark brown hair. One thing I did not want to change about myself. The color was something I got from my mom and I wanted it to stay that way.

Okay with how I looked, I shrugged at my appearance and headed to get dressed. I was filled with pain killers so it wasn't much of a hassle to slip into my blue skinny jeans. Going casual I also slipped on a simple grey tank top along with my black leather jacket. Pulling on a pair of black heels I grabbed my bag ready to go. I never needed a drink more than I did right then. Needed something to numb the pain a little. 

With one last glance around the place to make sure I had everything, I opened the door. I felt naked because for once I wasn't taking my gun with me. I wanted a stress free, normal night and I couldn't get that having a gun on me. But...I did have a knife on me just in case. Although I was already searching for my gun in my pants, indicating it may be a long night of me doing so. I was use to having it with me at all times.

Locking the door behind me I headed out. I've been to a bar a few times but not a lot like most people my age. I only knew of a few around here so I was going to head to the closest one. I don't think I have to worry about it being busy since it is a Monday night.

It may be odd that on a Monday I was going out but at least I won't have to socialize or worry about getting hit on. That is always a plus. Men have a problem when women say no to them, and I had a problem with those kinds of men.

It didn't take me long to find a somewhat nice looking bar. As I thought there weren't too many cars around for which I was thankful for. Because I was in a pretty bad part of town, the outside looked ran down but who knows. Sometimes places that looked like crap could look nice inside; my apartment for instance.

Making sure my car was locked I headed inside. As usual the moment I entered I got a few stares from the people inside. There were probably only a handful of people here but knew more would probably wander in soon. Ignoring the stares from the men I headed straight for the bar. I normally didn't drink too often but tonight was the exception.

"A shot of tequila and a beer please." I said to the bartender. Surprisingly the guy wasn't as old as I thought. He was probably in his early 20's, definitely younger than me, with dark blonde hair and probably had blue eyes. Even I couldn't deny he was nice looking. I bet he got hit on a lot when it was busy in here.

"Rough day?" He asked, pouring my shot as well as sliding a beer over to me.

"You could say that." I murmured. I quickly grabbed the shot glass and tilted it back. The tequila burned my throat but in a weird way it was a satisfying burn. Not even glancing at the lemon the bartender had sat beside it, I reached for my beer. I wasn't going to get drunk tonight but a slight buzz would be nice.

"My name is Adam, what's yours?" Of course he wants to make conversation. But seeing as I was the only on this side of the bar and the only one not shit faced, I can see why he'd want to talk to me.

"Jessie." I nodded at him in greeting.

"Must have been a shitty day to be here drinking on a Monday night." Adam commented.

"A shitty year actually." I muttered under my breath. Or life. I inwardly said.

"What was that?"

"Just needed a drink." I said, taking a long pull from my beer. The alcohol was slowly seeping into my blood stream and soon I would be more relaxed.

"Not the first person. Guy over there," He pointed over to the far corner of the bar where an older gentlemen was sitting with ten empty shot glasses in front of him. "Apparently his wife just left him for a younger guy. Or that guy," He gestured with his head to another guy who sat by himself in a corner table. "I think he just lost his job."

I just stared at him silently wondering what his point was. I could care less about other people at the moment.

"So being a bartender you learn all the dirty secrets huh." I commented.

"Of course. People tend to tell us bartenders about their lives and more."

"Like hair dressers." He sent me a grin but shook his head.

"No, we are way better than hair dressers. Do you see people with problems going to get their hair done? No they want alcohol." I nodded agreeing with him on that one. Alcohol was the best thing to drink as you wallow in self pity.

"So what is your story?" Adam asked, leaning against the bar, a towel draped across his shoulder.

"I'm not drunk enough to spill all my secrets, bar boy."

"We will have to remedy that." He smirked at me but all I did was roll my eyes. I don't get drunk but he doesn't know that.

We lapsed into silence the only sound was the clinking of glasses and a few hushed voices. I did come here to drink alone but now that Adam was talking to me my planned changed.

"So what made you become a bartender?" I asked suddenly. It was nice talking to someone that didn't involve killing or threatening. Just a normal conversation for once.

"I'm suppose to spill my secrets first?"

"Yep." I smirked back at him while slowly sipping my beer.

"I just work here so I can help pay for school."

"What school do you go to?" Back before I came who I am today I had big plans for my future. I was going to graduate high school with perfect grades so I could get a scholarship to a fancy school somewhere. I wanted to get away from New York and start fresh but that of course didn't work out. My dreams of being something big went down the drain when I turned 15.

"I go to NYU." I raised an eyebrow at that. It was a good school but everyone always went there. "Don't give me that look. I know it is a popular school to go to but I got in and got a few scholarships so I went."

"Not judging." I said, but sent him a half smile.

"Where did you go than Miss-NYU-is-too-good-for-me?" He asked, leaning the on the counter towards me.

"I didn't go." I shrugged finishing the rest of my beer. Well that was kind of a lie. While I didn't go to college precisely, I did take some online classes. My father didn't care if I went to college or not, just as long as I was available to him. He did say though that he wouldn't pay for my classes so instead of going to an actual university, I took some online classes and even a few at a local college. In 3 and a half years I was able to get my bachelors degree in English.

I didn't know what to major in so I took easy classes which turned out to be mostly English credits. Since I liked reading and could understand it the most, I decided to claim that as my major. It didn't mean much though since I got it at the local college. It was just enough for me to be proud that I was able to at least get some kind of education on a college level.

Know one knows that I have my bachelors though. No one came to my 'graduation' as I got my diploma. The same happened during high school as well. My father was too busy to come and support me. In many ways I was glad he or anyone else from the house didn't come to either of my graduations. They would just cause problems or people would ask questions. Along with not wanting them there...I did want them to be. I did want my father to come and support me, to see that I was actually doing something with my life. But that something wasn't what he wanted.

My high school graduation hurt the most because everyone had their families there while I had no one. While everyone got hugs from their families and extended family, I just turned my gown in and headed straight home. Even when I got home no one was there to greet me. The next day a few men did say congrats to me but that was it. No party, no cake, nothing to congratulate me. Just me eating ice cream by myself in my lonely room.

College wasn't as bad because it wasn't a huge class graduating but it still hurt. People still had their families come and cheer them on when their names got called. I know for a fact my father doesn't knew I got my degree and I bet he wouldn't care. Now 4 years later I was over it. Nothing I could have done to change it. At least I was proud of myself.

"Oh." Adam said, making my head snap back to him. Drifted off into my thoughts again. "So what do you do?" He was wise enough to know not to continue on the subject of college.

"In the family business." I answered and that was the truth this time.

"That must be rough. It is never easy working with family, trust me." Oh don't I know. I thought silently. I knew all too well.

"You could say that." I slide my now empty bottle of beer off to the side. "Can I get another one?" Adam wasted no time in grabbing a cold beer, taking the top of and sliding it towards me.

"Should we expect a boyfriend to come running in here in a few minutes?" Adam asked, wiping the counter down.

"Are you hitting on me?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. While earlier I said I didn't want to get hit on, having someone pay attention to me was sort of...nice. Nice to know I was pretty enough to get hit on.

"You'll never know." He winked at me before his name was called down by the other end of the bar. I stared after him with a slight smile on my face. I only just met the guy but he seemed nice, genuine. Something you don't find often or at least what I don't find often. Then again he doesn't know what I actually do for a living.

Shaking my head at my thoughts, I sipped my beer quietly as Adam helped out customers, a few more having trickled in while we were talking. Sitting here not doing anything was nice. Even if I was alone with my thoughts I was glad I decided to get out of the house.

Like everything good thing it had to come to an end. I was enjoying my drink when the chair next to me became occupied. From the corner of my eye I could see who the newcomer was and instantly I groaned. Think he saw me? I silently asked myself. Maybe it isn't to late to slip out the back door.

"Never expected you to be here of all places." Tyler commented, glancing around the bar.

"Seriously." I muttered taking a big gulp of my drink. Of course my father would send someone after me. At least it was Tyler and not anyone else. Out of everyone Tyler got me the most and I knew he would let me stay a little longer.

"You haven't been around in two days or haven't answered your calls. He got worried." Tyler explained.

"Yeah right, he wanted to make sure I didn't run or something." My father could care less about me just as long as I didn't leave or do anything to jeopardize his business.

"I may be scared shitless of the guy but I know he cares for you." I scoffed out loud at that. I sent him a are-you-kidding-me-look. That was utter bullshit and we both knew it.

I turned away from him to look at my almost empty beer bottle. I was more than tempted to order another one but knew I shouldn't. I was already feeling these two and I was not going to get drunk today. I have hid from my father for two days and knew I had to go back tomorrow. If my father sent Tyler to get me, I knew I had to get back or I wouldn't like what would happen.

"So you are here to what? Make sure I am still alive or that I will be coming by tomorrow?" I asked.

"Bitch mood activated." Tyler muttered but I heard him.

"Switch lives with me and we will see who is the bitchy one." I shot back at him. Right now I was not in the mood.

"Hey, is he bothering you." Adam suddenly appeared in front of us. He was sending Tyler a dirty look but Tyler of course was not even bothered by it. I was more than tempted to say yes but I couldn't do that. It would only cause problems and I knew Tyler meant well.

"No it is okay, he is a friend of mine." We had plenty of history between the two of us but I wouldn't really classify him as my friend. I don't have friends and I know what happens when you do make friends around here.


Adam didn't seem to buy it but he nodded at me.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked Tyler.

"No."

"Well you can't sit here then, you have to drink to sit at the bar. Bar rules." Adam shrugged but I could tell he was hiding a smirk. Tyler just stared at him blankly. It wasn't a wise choice for Adam to try and pick a fight. Tyler out weighed him by at least 50 pounds and he was taller than him.

Both guys stared at one another and I knew neither were going to back down. Really? On my one night of relaxing. Sighing I pulled some money out of my bag and put it on the counter. I made sure to leave a big tip for Adam. Drinking the last of my beer I stood up.

"We better go Tyler." I put my hand on his shoulder. He didn't say anything as he stood up. "Thank you Adam for keeping me company. Hope you do well in your classes." I sent him a small smile

"Oh okay, thank you." He looked surprised at my sudden departure. "You sure you are okay to leave with him?" He gestured with his head to Tyler who stood next to me like a bodyguard. I let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah I will be fine, don't worry. Thank you" Sending him one last smile I turned and left the bar with Tyler behind me. I was slightly peeved that Tyler had to come find me when I was starting to relax but I knew I couldn't hide from my problems forever.

"Hey Jess." Tyler said as soon as we got to my car. I turned around sharply only to feel pain bloom in my stomach. I winced taking a few deep breathes while I waited for it to subside. "Are you okay?" He asked, sympathy clear in his voice.

"I'll be okay." I said with a small smile. I was certain he knew what had happened to me.

"I'm sorry."

"No don't be. I'll be fine." I waved him off. Out of everyone he is the one who cares the most about me.

"And I am sorry I cut your night short. I just..." Tyler trailed off and I knew exactly what he meant. He didn't want to go against my father and I completely understood.

"We both know not to cross my father. It's all good Ty. I'm going to head home but I will see you tomorrow." Some of the painkillers I had taken earlier were starting to wear off as well as the alcohol. Sure it was only 7 o'clock but I was ready to get my makeup off as well as my bra.

"Okay. Boss said to be at the house at 5 o'clock." I groaned inwardly as I knew what that meant, training. I guess going home now was a good idea. I thought. My father still liked to make me come over to train on a regular bases. It was like I was back in high school, training everyday nonstop until I was perfect in everything. With what happened the other day he must want to make sure I am in tip-top shape.

"Okay. Bye Ty." Waving him off as he headed towards his car on a few down from mine; I slide behind the steering wheel and sat there in the dark for a few minutes thinking that I wanted nothing more than to switch lives. 

* * * * * * * * 

"Again!"

I stood there panting with sweat dripping off my face. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes as another one of my fathers men came barreling towards me. I swore this guy was bigger than the last one.

It was 8:30 in the morning on a Tuesday, the day after Tyler found me at the bar. My father was currently having a handful of his men fight me. It wasn't your simple hand to hand combat, no this was more intense. This was a no rules type of thing. The only thing the men couldn't have were weapons and they couldn't seriously injure me; but punches were okay.

I have been here since 5 o'clock this morning training. As much as I'd like to say my father was being too rough with me, he wasn't. This was usual training except this time I was severely bruised on my stomach. Because of the bruising I was moving a little slower than I normally do but my father didn't care. Per usual I didn't get much sleep last night so I was mainly running on caffeine.

All I wanted to do was sit down just for a second to rest but one after another the guys came towards me. I could've sworn each guy was bigger than the last but it was just me thinking it.

As this new guy came at me, I quickly side stepped him while using his momentum to throw him off balance. I turned around to face his back so I would be able to grab his arms and twist them. Just as I grabbed one of his arms he twisted his entire body and flung me to the side. Thank god for the mates all around us. The guy wasted no time in coming towards me his intent to make me tap out. But that is where he is wrong, I never tap out.

I let him grab my arm and move it behind my back. As my back pressed against his front I brought my leg around the inside of his own and wrapped it around it. With a hard tug, I managed to trip up his leg making his grip on me loosen. I pushed him against the matted wall and stepped back, bouncing on my toes.

Moving my neck, I shook out my arms waiting for him to come back at me. I knew he wasn't going to stop unless I got him to tap out or if I hit him in the head. That was one big rule my father had. If someone received a hard blow to the head they were done. I had no clue why he was so set on this one rule while everything else was okay.

I seemed to have angered the guy, who's name I still didn't know, for his face was bright red and his eyes were narrowed. A lot of the newer guys I had never fought against did not like being beat by a girl, let me tell you. Most of them got super pissed after I dodged their hits so it made them come at me harder, something my father seemed to love.

I grinned smugly and taunted him a little. Just as I was trained to do, I figured out all the ways he would come at me. One, he would try and distract me so I would look off into another direction as he pounced. Two, he would wait for me to get bored and come after him. Or three, he would just charge using his brute strength against me. Immediately after I thought the scenarios the guy came at me. Okay option number three it is.

The guy barely stopped inches in front of me before he started swinging. As if I was on automatic my body dodged every hit and counter reacted with my own. The next few minutes were almost like a boxing match as we both dodge and threw punches. He even tried a few times to knock me off my feet but it didn't work.

From the corner of my eye I could see Byron staring at us while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. I knew he was watching me to make sure I was doing as he taught. If he saw anything wrong he would tell me and make me work twice as hard on it until I had it down to a tee. Turning my attention back to my opponent I quickly dodged a right hook being sent my way.

Getting tired of doing this and my stomach screaming in pain, I decided to just end it now. I may be playing a little dirty but I was done. Getting him into the right position-a little bit away from me-I gritted my teeth against the pain I knew was about to happen. Just as he moved, I lifted my leg up with as much force as I could muster and aimed a roundhouse kick straight to the side of his head.

He was lucky I was barefooted or else it would have hurt a lot more. Another random rule, no shoes on while training; don't even ask. When my foot made contact with the side of his head, it snapped to the side and he stumbled back. Just as he fell, I dropped down to a squat and swiped my leg out knocking his legs from underneath of him. His heavy body smacked on the mat while a groan escaped his lips.

With the guy on the ground holding his head I weakly stood back up and clenched my knees. I was breathing heavily as I tried to ignore the sharp pains shooting down my stomach. Sweat glistened on my arms, chest, and stomach. My sports bra and yoga pants were filled with sweat and I even looked like I peed myself on the crotch area. Right now all I wanted was a huge glass of water.

I glanced up at my father who was pushing away from the wall and coming in our direction. I silently prayed he would say we were done for the day, but I had little hope of that.

When Byron came to a stop in front of me I stood up straight while my chest heaved. I looked at him hoping to see some sort of pride on his face or in his eyes but as usual, nothing.

"What was that?" He asked suddenly. I stared at him confused.

"A kick sir?" I said, well more like asked.

"To the head. Didn't I say before no kicks to the head?" He was standing inches away from me with his arms crossed over his chest. I had no idea what he was getting at. So what if I kicked him in the head, I am done training and he wouldn't have stopped.

"Sir, people don't play clean. Dirty is sometimes necessary." I gritted out. Byron looked at me for a few more seconds before he gave a simple nod.

"That is it for today." That was the signal everyone was waiting for. I heard a few of the men let out relieved sighs and I almost let one out myself. Thank god someone finally heard my plea. I turned to leave but my father calling out my name made me stop.


"Not you Jessie." I clenched my jaw to stop myself from back talking to him. When I was younger I talked back once and learned my mistake. Once everyone else was out of the room did my father continue on talking.

"I have another job for you."

I followed after Byron as we exited the training room and headed for his office. My bare feet padded silently behind him as he explained the next upcoming assignment. I yearned to go home but knew the sooner I got the information the sooner I could leave.

"Here is the file." Byron handed me a pretty thin folder that held information about who I was after.

I opened up the file and ran my eyes across the picture and details that were written down. The picture was of a man by the name of Dorian Waite. He looked to be in his late 40's and actually not bad looking. Just by looking at him you would think he wasn't in his forties at all. He was definitely a hit with the ladies.

"Why?" I questioned, not even looking up at my father as I kept looking over his file.

"His wife wants him dead. So you are to scout him out, find the right moment and kill him. She doesn't care how it is done so long as he is gone by the end of the day."

"Why doesn't she poison him herself?" I asked without thinking about it.

"We are not paid to ask questions Jessie. Do your job and kill him." My father snapped at me. I clenched my jaw and nodded. "That is all." He dismissed me and moved to sit behind his desk. Not looking back at him I gripped the file in my hand and exited his office.

I always wondered why my father took these side jobs. He didn't have to use me to kill these meaningless people, yet he did. It was honestly probably about the money. The people who wanted someone dead paid a hefty price to do so. You can never have too much money in this business. And I guess it is a way to keep me busy and let my name get out there more.

After leaving my father's office, I headed back down to the training room to grab my things. I put my shirt back on and shoes before heading back upstairs. Just as I passed by the entry to the kitchen I heard my name being called.

"Hey Jessie, come here. You have to see this!" Tyler's voice called from inside the kitchen. Wondering what he was going on about I turned back around and walked into the kitchen, I noticed about 5 or 6 guys stood around the kitchen counter cheering about something as I entered.

One thing I did like about this house was the kitchen. It was big enough to fit everyone in the house plus some. The stainless steel fridge was jammed pack with all kinds of food as well as the dark wooded cabinets. It was definitely a chefs dream kitchen.

Not going to lie, living in this house growing up was nice. The guys that stayed here were usually really nice to me and always played games when I asked. How could you say no to an 8 year old? Even big, mean mafia people can't. Before I got trained I did have a good time with the people here. I did get some of the things I could ever want, so I guess my childhood here wasn't all bad.

"Jessie." Jerking out of my thoughts I went over to the crowd of guys. Tyler stepped to the side to let me in and see what they were doing.

"What is going on?" I asked, looking at the two guys that were standing side by side on the other side of the granite counter top. In front of them was a row of big shot glasses filled with who knows what. There were about 10 shots in front of them and they looked to be filled to the brim.

"Bryan and Mathew are going to see who will throw up or pass out first." Tyler said with a wide grin.

"Seriously." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"They are both great at holding their liquor. Something you'd know if you came to a party once." As I said before, partying is not my thing, especially not one held inside this house with all my fathers men.

"And why would I want to come and party here?" I asked.

"To get to know the guys. I mean you are going to take over for your father aren't you one day?" My mouth slammed shut at that.


Take over for my father? That was an impossible thought. For one I was not his real daughter. I'm not blood. And second, a woman has never run a mafia before, others think they are too weak to do so. I don't even think anyone would let me run this family.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about what would happen when Byron died. We all die eventually either from someone else's hands or by time, so it wasn't like I didn't think my father would die. I just never once thought of taking over after him however. I always just assumed I would finally be free from this whole thing, not trapped for life.

Mafia life was never long. You were lucky if you made it to your thirties let alone old age. Most guys died in their twenties and never have kids, besides the boss. The boss usually has at least one kid, hopefully a son, so he can take after when the father dies or when he steps down. It is tradition for the first born to take the lead but if the boss never produces an 'heir', than it goes to someone he trusts the most, second in command, or a nephew of some sort. When the Don of the house is gone things go crazy. There has to be someone in charged, if not everything falls apart.

In this type of world daughters were pretty rare. In most minds women had no right to be involved and most men didn't want their daughters to have any part in this sort of thing. They wanted them as far away from the business as possible but not the men. No, the men were expected to be apart of the 'family business'.

The few other women I have met along the way they were either wives to some of the men or some side chick they just scored with. I have never met one my age that was born into this. I was basically the exception of the rule around here. That is why my father liked to show off that he had a woman killer. But never let them know I am his 'daughter'. If they knew that they would try to use me for his weakness; little did people know he didn't care.

Even if my father wanted me to take over after him I don't think I would. I would rather be free of all of this instead of being imprisoned to make sure 'the family continued'. Not the life I wanted for myself.

"20 bucks says that Bryan will puke." Tyler nudged me bringing me back into reality. I let all my earlier thoughts slide away because it would never happen, so why keep poking it if it wasn't going to.

I looked at the two guys and took them in. Mathew was a pretty muscular guy with dirty blonde hair. I could make out a pair of light green eyes and a nice face from across the counter. Slight stubble was on his cheeks and chin making him look older than he probably was. By the look of him and his weight he may not have a problem with the shots.

Turning to Bryan I now looked at him. Long dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun, definitely one for being on trend. When he glanced around at the guys I noticed he had a slight baby face with a pair of striking blue eyes. He was pretty scrawny but knew he had some good muscle underneath his clothing. Bryan was definitely older than Mathew although he didn't look like it.

"No, Bryan will win." I said confidently. While Mathew had the body weight for the alcohol to take less time to affect him, there was something about Bryan made me feel he could handle his liquor.

"Really? Mathew's weight will help." I just shook my head at Tyler. I couldn't tell him why I thought Bryan would win, I just knew it. Plus Mathew seemed a little too cocky, those ones always lose.

"Everyone ready?" A guy I had no idea who's name was called out suddenly. Both Bryan and Mathew nodded and looked down at their shots.

"What is in it?" I asked Tyler.

"A mix of Tequila and Vodka." I wrinkled my nose at that, these guys were going to be trashed at the end of this.

"The first one to throw up or wave their hand in the air is out. Got it?" The guy stated the rules. "The winner will get the $300 dollars."

"You guys seriously chipped in 50 dollars each for this?"

"It is not every day the best drinkers in the house go against one another."

"Than why is there not more people here?" I pointed out. Tyler didn't say anything to my comeback and instead just focused on the two guys about to take their shots.

"Three! Two! One!" The guy yelled and immediately both men leaned down and grabbed the first shot glass. The size of the shot glasses were easily two shots which meant 10 more shots than a normal glass. These boys were going to be beyond blitz here soon.

The six guys standing around cheered for the guy they thought was going to win. A few were leaning against the counter transfixed by the scene and didn't talk at all. Stupid things like this keep guys so easily entertained. Us women on the other hand don't do this sort of stuff, and guys wonder why girls don't stay around when things like this happen.

About four shots in Mathew was blinking rapidly like he was trying to clear his vision. Bryan looked in better shape but there were still six shots still to go. I shook my head at the two guys. Silently I wondered why I was standing here watching this but I couldn't bring myself to move.

"Mathew is going to win." Tyler cheered in my ear. Looking over at him I noticed Mathew was looking a little pale and was swaying slightly. Such amount of alcohol along with their pace was enough to make anyone drunk easily.

"He is going to puke." I said, as I watched Mathew get paler and turn slightly green. Bryan was slowly taking his shots, making sure not to drink too fast like Mathew was. It is only a matter of seconds before he either passes out or pukes.

The cheering around us had intensified as the guys got closer to their last shots. Next to me Tyler cheered for Mathew while I just stood there shaking my head at all of these guys, but a small smile was on my face. This was so stupid but surprisingly entertaining.

Not even a minute after my declaration did their drinking game come to an end. Everyones cheering came to an end when Mathew suddenly stopped and hunched over the sink, throwing up everything he just drank. Everyone, me included, turned our heads away groaning in disgust. One thing that I could not stand was throw up, almost anything else I was fine with but that was my drawing point.

While Mathew was busy puking, Bryan was leaning against the counter trying to stay on his feet. The people that placed a bet on him were clapping while the losers groaned about losing their money. At least one person had a good idea of getting both guys a glass of water. I looked at the mess on the counter and was glad I was not going to be the one to clean it up, nor clean up the mess in the sink either.

"Told ya." I grinned over at Tyler in triumph. He just stood there grumbling while glaring at Mathew. "I believe you told me you owe me 20 bucks." My grin widened when he turned his glare on me now.

"I did not place a bet with you."

"Does "I bet you 20 bucks Mathew wins' ring a bell?" I tapped my chin with my index finger.

"No, I already lost 50 dollars, I'm not paying you. Plus you just got here in time." I didn't want his money but thought it was fun playing with him. While he thought he was scary he was like a giant teddy bear.

"While you stay here and clean up the throw up I have things to do." I took a step back smiling as Tyler's frown deepened.

"You can't leave!"

"Watch me." With a wink I turned and started leaving the kitchen.

"You are a bitch you know that!" He yelled after me. I peeked my head around the corner sending him a smirk.


"I love me too." Laughing I left the area of the kitchen and headed for the front door.