I stared at the black dress held up in my hands. It had been a modest outfit before I ripped the sleeves and rearranged them to crisscross over my torso. Now, my stomach and cleavage were exposed and so was my entire back. I had also cut the floor length dress above the knee.

I smiled at my new creation. J was throwing a get-together tonight and though I was strictly uninvited, I had plans of my own. I straightened my hair and divided it into two sides so the colors split. I applied my makeup, going for a smoky eye, enhancing my light blue eyes. Next, was my bold red lips. I slipped into a pair of expensive black Valentino heels, courtesy of Mr. J.

The dress was tight against my body and I loved it. The bruises J had left me were slowly disappearing but not entirely yet. There was no hiding the slash on my lip or the dark purple of my ribs. Thankfully the crisscross covered it nicely if I didn't move too much. J never apologized for that certain night but I forgave him anyway.

J and I kept things civil but he never itched to give me a kiss. He had avoided sleeping in bed, probably knocking out in one of the guest rooms, or maybe not sleeping at all. The only time he spoke to me was to specifically order me not to show up at the game room. A bunch of his friends were rounding up to gamble and have drinks or smoke. I didn't care though. He had to remember that this was my house too now, I could go wherever I want, whenever the hell I want. I wasn't someone to be hid away.

I hung my favorite "Monster" necklace but held off on the excessive chains and bracelets. As I roamed closer to the game room, I could hear the booming of the bass playing.

The game room didn't actually look like one, it was leaning more towards a mini-casino. A pool table sat on a far corner along with a few casino games and the bar, of course. A few small chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the cherry wood and gold theme. About twenty-five men occupied the room, all scattered, gambling or sitting in a circle around Mr. J. I almost drooled at the sight of him in a black glittering blazer, with a simple dark opened shirt and long slacks.

Laughter emitted from inside as I poked my head in. J would most likely punch me into next week when he saw me. Every single head turned to the only woman walking into the room. J's was the last one to look, following everyone's gaze. He did a double-take when he laid eyes on me. He observed me from head to toe, lust gleaming in his eyes before the rage took over. His lip curled, revealing his silver grill. Two men I didn't recognize made an opening so I could walk through and over to J's chair. When I arrived to his place, a could feel the heat radiating off of him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Who's the broad?" Someone yelled from the pool table.

Both J and I glanced at the man. J, suddenly shifting into a cool attitude, slapped my ass. "This is Harley Quinn gentleman."

I waved. "Hiya fellas."

All their eyes glistened and the testosterone in the air was thick.

J noticed and smiled at me. "Give em' a spin Pumpkin." I knew it was defense mechanism. Since J couldn't beat me into dust in front of them or kick me out without making a scene, he would shove me down all their throats and gloat about his property. I blushed but did as he said.

The men hooted and whistled. One of them even howled. J's grin, on the other hand, strained and almost looked as if it were hurting him to smile. Yup, I was dead meat tonight.

J pulled on my waist, plummeting me down on his lap. All of his friends stared at us, greedily. I surveyed the crowd, noticing all the variety of faces. One of the men had one side of his face almost burned while the other was strikingly handsome. Another was extremely short, an ancient monical on one of his eyes. This man surprised me the most; His skin was flakey and seemed to have a green glow to it. I tried hard not to ogle at the strange men but it wasn't hard when the hunk of the room had his arm around me.

"You looking fuckin' gorgeous baby." He whispered in my ear.

I giggled and turned, making myself comfortable on Puddin's legs. My dress shifted, displaying the purple lesion on my ridge. Worried eyes beheld the mark, and even a wince from someone in the room. I quickly fixed the dress and the men painfully looked away. They probably pitied me right now, I could sense it. No one had the guts to speak up about wat they just witnessed though. Good. I wouldn't want any of these men to shed blood tonight.

Some of the gentleman went back to their conversations, uninterested with me. While others couldn't pry their eyes away. One of them being Nate.

He was sitting at one of the roulette tables, glaring at me. I knew he had seen the bruise and was most likely hating me at the moment for letting J do that to me. It wasn't any of his business though, which he failed to comprehend.

Nate was in his usual copy-cat outfit. I rolled my eyes. Mr. J was now aware of Nate and his gaze toward us. His smile stretched even further, no longer fake. Without notice, J gripped my chin, and held it still as his long, wet tongue swept across my cheek. All the while, J never broke eye contact with Nate. J was rubbing it in, showing exactly what I had already told Nate, that I belonged to him.

Nate's eyes burned a whole in my head, his knuckles growing white from gripping his casino chips.

J's eyes finally turned to me, planting his lips on my own. He swirled his tongue with mine and I groaned, not caring that the room was filled to the brim with strangers. J broke the kiss, shifting his attention to Nate, whose face was red as beet.

My heart twisted a bit. I hate that he had to make a performance out of our moment. I mean, how could it not have been with all the faces in the room. Still, I hated to be bragged about that way. What did I expect of J anyway? Resentment and annoyance churned in me, so I grabbed J's face and tuned it so he was looking at me again. I kissed him and straddled his body. If he wanted a show, then I'd give him one. My fingers dragged down his neatly combed hair, my hips grooving against him. A growl emanated from him, and his hands dug into my bare back. J deepened the kiss, catching my hair in his fingers. His excitement poked at my thigh and I almost lost it. I had to remember we were not alone.

"Let's get back to the fucking game." Nate spoke.

J stopped mid-kiss, moving my position so that he now had a clear view of Nate. "Did you say something little Nate?"

Nate wasn't backing down. "I said, let's get back to the game."

They had a quick stare down before Puddin talked again. "Alright, tell ya what. Let's play a friendly game of darts. Winner? Gets half a million." J removed a silver blade from his coat and twirled it around his fingers, glistening amongst the light.

"I don't want your money." He probably said it because he didn't have five hundred grand to give.

J pouted. "Fine. What about a lap dance from Harley?"

Everyone's attention was back to us, engrossed in the subtle feud. I shrunk in my place.

Nate scoffed. "Why would I want a dance from your whore?"

Silver gleamed as a knife sped across the room and implanted on the wall, a few centimeters from Nate's head. J's now empty hand suspended in the air. "Just one game."

Nate's red face transformed ghost white but didn't respond. "Nathan," J called him now. "Why don't we go for a little walk?"

A few swallowed, including myself. Nate hesitated but stood up after a while. J removed me from his lap and strode into another room where Nate followed close behind him. The men returned to their activities, realizing what was about to happen and wanted no part. I shuffled to the door that separated J and Nate from me. I slowly opened it, discovering J's hand placed on Nate's shoulder.

"Now, my boy, where did you get the idea that Harley was my whore?"

"Isn't she?"

"You and I both know she's far from that."

My heart pumped erratically at his words.

"Say it Nathan."

"Say what?" He shrugged Puddin's hand off of him.

This earned him a friendly slap to his cheek. "Say you're hot for Harley."

"But I'm-"

"Say it!" J yelled.

After a moment of silence, Nate admitted it. "I like Harley."

J laughed excitedly. "Perfect." He breathed. Then, in a quick second, J's hand pummeled Nate in the stomach.

Nate bent over a pain, a painful groan leaving his lips. He had more to come. Five blows to his jaw and then came the kicks to the ribs. Once Nate was on the floor, J bent over to continue the punches on his face. But J didn't stop there, he grabbed a bat sitting in the corner of the room, swinging it at Nate's legs. The loud cracks had me flinching in my hiding place. The same demonic expression returned to J's face, and I knew he was getting pleasure out of the sight of Nate bleeding on the floor.

I knew in a matter of seconds Nate would be dead. His face was already unrecognizable and covered in his own blood.

J swirled that bat and circled Nate, admiring his work. "I'm not gonna kill you, fucker." He spat at Nate's almost unconscious body. "I'm gonna let you live so that the others can see what will happen if they ever disrespect Harley."

Nate coughed, blood squirting out. J smiled, satisfied. He straightened his jacket and brushed a bloody hand through his hair, staining it. I scurried away before J could find out I witnessed the entire thing.

He appeared back in the game room and every one stared at him. He clapped his hands, unfazed by the attention. "So anyone up for a game of poker?"

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Nate had it coming :p

I loved the score in the SS scene where Harleen falls and turns into Harley! I hope they release it soon. "Gangstaaaaa."

I want to go watch the movie again !

Thank you for the reviews, they encourage me so much!

Love, MissQ