A/N: So I wrote another Pezberry thing. Nothing too big and fancy, since my writing sucks. Just a small drabble. But after the recent Naya Rivera Complex photo shoot I had to write something. So hope you like it!


Rachel Berry tentatively shuffled into the dimly lit room. The air was thick with Cigar smoke and she coughed lightly. She squinted her eyes and scanned the room slowly. She could make out two large men and a woman blowing smoke from her lips sitting at a poker table. Poker chips and paper money was spread out around it and a glass bottle of scotch sat close by.

The room was eerily quite, expect for the sound of her heart thumping in her chest. The silence made her nervous and she had a good reason to be. The woman that sat at the head of the table was none other than Santana Lopez. Ruler of all things Miami. Specially when it came to drugs.

There were many rumors circling Santana and her crew's involvement in the drug business. Many of them not good. See Santana was a known killer. The exact number of her victims was so high that people stopped counting. You came in the way of her business, you came up dead. Simple as that.

Rachel wasn't naive to the things that went on in Miami. She had lived there her whole life and she knows many stories. So Santana's involvement didn't shock her. What shocked her though was the fact that Santana rarely talked to outsiders; people that were not in the dug businesses. So the fact that Santana has specially asked for Rachel by name was unnerving. What would someone like Santana want with someone like her?

She would soon find out...DUN DUN DUN!