So this idea came to me the other day and I just could not get it out of my head. I apologize in advance if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I have a new computer and have yet to upload Microsoft word on here so I did my best to fix them , but i may have missed some. I do not own anything and no profit was made.

Puck felt his face slam against the cold hard ground. He gave a loud grunt as he felt a foot collide with his stomach. He knew they would catch up with him at some point. He was just hoping for a little more time. He felt another foot hit his stomach and someone finally yelled out.

"Stop." He looked over at the man with his only eye that was able to open and saw the man in charge. He was blonde on the taller side of average and if he listened well enough he could hear the slight twang of a southern accent. "I want him hurt not dead. I still need my money." He smirked and Noah shuddered at the thought of what he had planned for him. "Why did you run Puckerman?"

"I didn't have the money." Noah spit blood out on the ground barely missing the man's feet. " I still don't"

"Well...That is a problem." The man sneered at him. Who did this guy think he was. Most men groveled at his feet for their lives and this man didn't seem to care one way or another. It pissed him off and intrigued him at the same time. "So tell me...Where does forty thousand dollars disappear to in three months?" He squatted down in front of him.

"To the casinos." Puck shrugged.

"And in your arm." the man spied the track marks that trailed up his arm. He turned to the two men behind him who were standing stock still. "Matt! Mike! What did I tell you about loaning money out to addicts!" They both flinched at the emotion in his voice.

"But I mean we both knew him in high school." Matt stammered.

"We didn't know he was a drug addict." Mike said not dropping his gaze from his boss.

"Seriously Sam. Not. A. Clue."

"Well a lot of fucking good that does me now!" he bellowed. Sam stared at the two of them and then promptly turned around a sucker punched Puck in the face successfully knocking him out. Mike and Matt flinched at the sound of his head smacking against the concrete.

"Is he dead?"

"I hope not..." Sam clenched his fist. " I still need my money." He turned to look at his two best men. " I want him out of my basement. Is there anyone that can come pick him up?" He looked at Mike knowing that he would know the answer.

"Well...He does have a sister." Mike said slowly.

"A sister...Yea I'm sure she's a gem too." Sam chuckled as he imagined what this guys sister would be like.

"Trust me she's nothing like what you're thinking." Matt and Mike smile at eachother as they go to make the call.

Rachel hates working tuesdays. The crowd is always older men and she get the skiivies any time one of them touches her, but what can she say. The money was damn good and she had lost the concept of shame the first time some random drunk guy stuck a dollar in her panties. She rolled her body carefully as the song picked up. The man in front of her quickly held up a five dollar bill. She smirked at him and removed her top quick place her arm over her breasts to cover everything up. As the song came to an end she grabbed the money off the stage and strutted back to her dressing area.

"Hey kitten." Rachel turned around to see Brody standing there smirking at her.

"What do you want douche bag?" She rolled her eyes as his eyes raked over her body.

"You looked great up there tonight." She wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face.

"Yea...still not getting to the point." She said through her teeth. She quickly threw on a t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts.

"Why did we ever break up?"

"Because I walked in on you fucking that new bartender you brought in on your desk four months ago." Just as he was about to say something else, something that would no doubt cause her to roll her eyes and want to vomit her, phone started ringing. She glared at Brody before she placed her phone next to her ear. "Hello." she paused briefly to hear the other person. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! Where's that dumbass at?" another pause. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." She let out a shriek as she threw her phone into her purse and slipped on her converse sneakers.

"Where you going babe. You have to do lap dances in fifteen minutes." Brody yelled as she puched past him.

"Not tonight Brody. I have to go pick up my dumbass brother." She said through her teeth.

"I don't pay you to walk out in the middle of your shift!"

"SO FUCKING FIRE ME!" She yelled over her shoulder as she ran out the front door.

The house was absolutely huge. Rachel knew exactly where it was as this was not the first time she had been here. She had dropped Noah off a few months earlier. What the hell was he doing back here, in the rich section of town? She let out a quiet sigh as she climbed the front stairs and knocked on the door sharply. Mike opened and smiled at her briefly, but then he remembered why she was there in the first place. He felt bad for her. Rachel was always the good one and after their father had passed away she had taken over dealing with all the messes that her brother made. She had to drop out of college and start stripping to make sure they had enough to eat everyday.

"Where is he Mike?" She looked at him carefully wondering what roll he played in everything. The guilty look told her that what ever Noah looked like it wasn't good and that he had most definitely had caused some of the damage.

"In the basement." He walked ahead of her slowly.

The stairs creaked as they descended. It was dark and smelled like sweat and blood. SHe felt her stomach drop. Who's blood was that on the floor? And the Wall? She scanned the room and saw two other men. The first was darker skinned and wasn't making eye contact with her, teling her everything she needed to know about who was in charge of things here. The other man was blonde with dark emerald eyes and a toned build. He was gorgeous and Rachel felt her heart begin to beat faster. She didn't think she had ever seen someone that was so good looking. Then the reason that she was here hit her and she put her stone mask back on. She looked on the ground behind the blonde man and saw Noah on the ground.

"Oh." She quickened her pace to get to her brother.

"Don't fucking move another inch." The blonde man said with an authoritative tone. She didn't stop. She had to get to her brother. She had to help save him since he wasn't able to save himself anymore. As she drew closer to her brother, not slowing her pace in the least, the blonde man pulled a gun out and pointed it at her. "I said don't fucking move!" She turned and glared at him taking careful close steps. If looks could kill that man would have been six feet under.

"Oh so you're going to shoot me." She was less than a foot from him and he didn't say anything. His gaze never wavered. She took one more step and placed her forehead carefully against the edge of the gun. "So do it already." He didn't say anything, but he didn't move either. "No? Then get the FUCK OUT OF MY WAY SO I CAN GET TO MY BROTHER." The man waited a moment and removed the gun from her forehead and stepped aside.

"Hey big brother..." She nudged Noah slightly as she kneeled down next to him in probably what was his blood. "It's time to go." No response, but his breathing was even and shallow almost as if he was sleeping. She turned around to look at Mike. "Can you help me get him to the car?" Mike looked to Sam who nodded. Mike immediately wrapped one of Puck's arms around his shoulders and headed for the door. Rachel didn't say anything as she strutted past Sam.

"What's your name?"

"Fuck off." She spat at him.

"It's just a question." He tried to reason with her. Mike was right she was nothing like he imagined. She was absolutely beautiful and even though she put on quite a tough exterior Sam could sense an innocence to her. Something that just screamed out to him. He had never been so enthralled with someone in his life.

"I said Fuck off!" Sam went to reach for her hand and she turned on him. He was expecting a slap, but what he was not expecting was the punch that knocked him on his ass. "DON'T. TOUCH. ME." Sam held his eye. He knew it was going to be black tomorrow. She stomped up the stairs and Sam looked over to Matt who stood there with his mouth hanging open.

"She's got quite a set of balls on her doesn't she." Matt looked at his boss who he had seen killed people for less. "I like her." He looked up as Mike walked down the stairs and spied Sam on the ground staring up at him.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"She punched me." Sam smirked

"She...punched you?" Mike looked up at the top of the stairs as if Rachel was still standing there.

"Right in the eye." Mike laughed as he extended a hand to help him up. "What's her name?"

"Rachel. Rachel Puckerman." Mike smirked. "I told you she was something else."

"Yea...you did." As Mike and Matt stumbled up the stairs still amazed by tonight's events Sam thought about Rachel again. "Well Rachel Puckerman you hae met your match."

So let me know what you think? Reviews are love and I do love hearing predictions that everyone comes up with. Also let me know if there is anything that you didn't like or you think I should include in other chapters. If it won't mess with the story too much I'll do my best to put it in.