"In order to make this work for Greg, you'll need to find a job."

     "A job."

      My mind snaps out of it's trance as the back of my head hit the wall. It had been several hours since Smoke and I negotiated our deal. Even though this sounds far, it also sounds odd at the same time. . .what kind of a woman was Smoke? I know already that she's cunning, sadistic and incredibly vulgar, but something else must be buried under those obvious traits.

     I had called Jace and told him about everything-except for the part about her blackmailing me, he didn't really seem to buy it but he didn't quite question it either, all I know is that tomorrow Jace would be getting his share of money.

     The blurry glare of my tv lit up the entire room. As I sat on my dark leather couch that was against the wall, my legs were sprawled wide open as my head used the top cushions as a pillow, smoke emerges from my lips as those thoughts run through my head. Jona had agreed to let Greg stay over at her place for another night since I'll be busy with Smoke. The hazy tv static seemed to be so loud that I didn't even notice Smoke stepping out of the bathroom.

      My trance was broken as Smoke gives it a light kick. My eyes direct towards hers, a full glare sprawled all over my face.

     Shit.

     Smoke had on dark denim shorts that went along with her combat boots, she wore a faded grey crop top hoodie which revealed the sun tattoo around her belly button. Smoke's long bone straight hair cascaded around her shoulders. She must've gotten her clothes from her small bag. Smoke notices my glare and she lets a smirk grow across my face.

     "You mad?" Smoke asks teasingly, leaning over my head so that her long strands of hair curtained my face. I'm seconds away from cutting her hair off with my switchblade and telling her to get out of my house. So close. But this isn't any regular woman, she looks like she'll pull out my kidneys in a heartbeat and like the way it bleeds out. . .okay, that was too dark but still.

     Silently, I roll my eyes before standing up, rubbing the back of my neck as I sluggishly slid my shoes on. Smoke had her bag slung over her shoulder, her head was tilted slightly, if you looked at her you wouldn't find any remorse or interest whatsoever. Smoke crosses her arms as I throw on my leather jacket, I glance at her over my shoulder.

     Smoke cracks her lips once more in annoyance. "Are you done dressing up like a little greaser boy? Or do I have to wait another five minutes for another dramatic ass scene?" Smoke walks in front of me. I growl slightly at her snarkiness, sauntering towards the front door with the car keys in my hand and Smoke walking behind me, ready to get this ride over with.

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     Soon as we got to the Neon Lagoon, I parked at the front entrance. The Neon Lagoon had been the biggest club let alone building in the city, Gia and I met here when I was trying to go through with my dealing. On the outside of the club it had neon green lights glowing along each crevice of the walls, the sign was pretty huge itself, the words Neon Lagoon were in nothing but neon blue and green, if you looked at it that's all you'd see. The reason why people love it so much is because you can get in without a reservation. The music blared through from the outside so loud that I could feel the rhythm and I'm inside my car.

     Smoke surprisingly didn't say anything during the whole trip here. The whole time she smoked and looked out the window ignoring the radio that was playing relentless soul music throughout the entire ride.

     She steps out of the car, dusting herself off silently with her back towards me, she strides her way to the entrance.

     "Wait!" I hiss, jogging after her. As we enter, the place is a sight to see, there were round glowing chandeliers hanging above us which made the entire place glow in some sort of weird bioluminescent atmosphere. The purple floor glistened with our reflections. My eyes scan on the walls that had spray painted pictures of futuristic women in lingerie. Can't get any sleazier than this! The newly decorated bar in the center of the club had several people in nothing but white suits, drinking and having a good time. My feet stayed glued to the freshly polished floor as my hands found their way to slicking my hair back, a causal habit I usually do whenever I'm uncomfortable. I'm surprised Smoke didn't tell me to piss off right now. Instead, she turns to me.

     Smoke purses her lips before talking. "If you're about to shit your pants like you usually do, go take a smoke outside." She avoids eye contact with me, something was going on. I just know it.

     I glance over my shoulder to see one of the fuckboys in the white suits looking directly at Smoke, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his hairy tan chest, he lets his sunglasses slide down his nose revealing his brown eyes as he seductively ran his hand through his light brown hair. My eyes dart back to Smoke who's clearly wearing a repulsed grimace. Then it hit me. This guy was looking at her and it was making her uncomfortable.

      Fuck it. I find myself talking. "If he looks at you like that again Smoke I'm beating his ass I don't give a shit." I growled with a calm, content expression plastered on my face as I whipped out my flask in annoyance. Nothing pisses me off more than men giving women unwanted attention.

     Smoke gives me a bewildered look, her eyebrows furrowing deeper than before with her jaw hanging slightly open as if she's surprised.

     "Look at you being a little cinnamon roll!" Smoke exclaims sarcastically with the fakest smile I could witness. She relaxes her tense shoulders with a serious expression on her face.

     "I'm serious." I clarify. Smoke shrugs at my calm response.

     Suddenly some security guard comes towards Smoke, grabbing her shoulders. The security guard flashes a wide smile. I feel like Smoke could literally bite that woman's fingers off in a heartbeat.

    "It's your lucky day kid, Luciano wants to have a chat with you." The security guard praises as if talking to some rich fuckboy is like talking to a God. Smoke glances over her shoulder at me one last time.

    "Be a good little boy and stay here, kay?" Smoke asks me with another one of her sadistic smiles followed with a wink. I ignore her teasing comment and watch as the security guard leads Smoke towards the bar through the raging crowd that was dancing to some trendy rap music.

    One of those men at the bar stand up as they witness Smoke making her way to the bar, he turns around to the bartender. My eyes scan the man's backside as he made some sort of order with the bartender, there was some sort of snake symbol on his white suit. My heart drops a bit as my eyes widen.

     Wait...the tattoos. The sunglasses. The excessive jewelry attached to their wrists.

     This was The Tattooed Snakes Organization and Smoke was coming their way.