DISCLAIMER:: I DO NOT own Criss Angel or any other member of the Mindfreak crew. They only people I do own is Ameliaor anyone their name you don't know. I DO NOT own them...got that?

After two hours of bitching my dad gave up and went to go get a room. Everyone cleared out so that only left me and Criss.

"What a wonderful man." Criss laughed.

"Yeah well you cant pick your family. Oh shit..." I started to the door.

"What?" Criss grabbed my are. "Where you going?"

"I left my books and stuff at the club. I need them to study."

"I'll take you. No problem..you don't have your car here anyways."

"You don't have to, its just a little ways down the strip."

"I know I dont have to, I want to. Now come on." We took the back way out to get this his viper. He opened the door for me.

"What a gentleman."

"I try." We started down the strip, silence fell over us."Your sister seem..nice?" He finally found something to talk about.

"Kayla?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know whats up her ass today, she was being a little bitch today. Ava seemed to take a liking to you..so did my mom...creepy."

"She cute." He laughed.

"My mom?" That's just wrong.

"No! I mean she good looking and everything but I was talking about Ava." We pulled into the parking lot.

"Just stop talking." I laughed getting out. We both walked in to find Rachel.

"Hey girl where did you run off to last night?" She didn't look up from the paper work infront of here.

"I kinda..maybe..got married.." I walked to the back to get my books and car keys out of my locker.

"What!?"

"I got married." I repeated myself walking back out to the bar. Criss joined us siting down beside me.

"Your kidding me right? To who?" She asked still not looking up.

"Amelia! What in the hell where you thinking last night?" The owner a heavy set, balding Italian man yelled at me walking out from his office.

"I don't know.." I whispered, looking away from everyone. The few customers and dancers stop what the were doing to see what was going on.

"You weren't thinking that's the thing. Am I right?"

"Yes sir." Everyone knew it was a better idea to go along with everything he said.

"I seen you with that group of guys, aren't we the little slut?"

"Yes sir." The owner, Bobby, has a special gift, he knows the right thing to make you feel 2 inches high.

"I hope you had fun. You might want to call them up tho, so they can get tested." Everyone in the room stopped breathing, waiting for what would come next. "You dirty little whore."

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you cant talk to my wife like that." Criss came to my rescue, bad idea.

"Criss its okay."

"No it isn't. You don't have to take this shit from him."

"She has to if she wants to keep her job. Your on private booth duty for the next 3 weeks." One deal that was made when I started was that I didn't have to be on booth duty, everything and anything goes there.

"No she is not. She quites. Come on baby." Criss grabbed my are pulling me towards the door. "I'll send some people over to get the rest of her things." He shouted over his shoulder as we walked throw the door.

"Are you fucking stupid!" I hissed pushing him away. "I need this job to pay for collage."