Carrigan Snyder made a special point to visit Vincent Salavdor. His arms were folded, glaring at the slick haired man.

"I swore to you, I didn't-" Vincent angrily speaks about to explain himself when the blonde holds up a hand finger to stop him.

"Vinny, oh sorry, Viper- as I hear it. I've come to strike up a truce with you. There doesn't need to be fighting." Carrigan sighs, laying his gun down on the bar.

Vincent had known otherwise. "I can't work for you."

"Viper, your wife has been dead for ages. You won't have to remarry." Carrigan states, taking a shot of whiskey.

"No, Carrigan. It's too dangerous. I'd like to stay out of the business this time." Vincent shakes his head at the male. He had his reasonings.

Carrigan sighed, about to speak up until the door swung open to reveal a tiny, petite, odd looking girl in pink.

Vincent slaps himself silly at the sight of his only begotten daughter.

Midnight misses the older male, drinking in her body. She slinks in the room, removing her backpack straps.

"Viper, I need to talk to you. This is important." Midnight narrows her grey eyes. She is not in the mood to deal with anybody.

"You should come back another time." Vincent warns, allowing his gaze to flicker to the strange male at the bar.

"No, let the girl speak. This is a free country. The name is Carrigan, Sweetheart." The blonde informs her, taking another shot of whiskey.

Midnight allows her scowl to turn to the good looking guy. She feels herself go weak in the knees, shaking it off. "I'm not your sweetheart. I'm Midnight Sin-"

"Don't ever willingly give information to strangers, Midnight." Vincent barks, catching the warning glint in his eyes.

"Why don't you come over here, girly?" Carrigan sheepishly grins, motioning for her to sit beside him.

Midnight does so. She isn't bothered by the warnings of her father. "Are you a business associate with my father?"

Carrigan frowns. A numb shock washes over him as he slings an arm around her. His eyes viciously flicker to Vincent, allowing the man to know he just confirmed his death warrant. He'd been lied to about the man not having a daughter with his wife which meant trouble. "This man is your father?"

"Yes, he gave me up on my mother and I. He's a traitor like everybody else." Midnight blatantly responds. She didn't know why she was confiding in a stranger, but the events over the past week had her needing to spill to someone.

The green ninja began avoiding her at school while she chose to break it off with Mars.

Midnight felt a bit of freedom until she'd catch Rocky chattering away with all these girls who only sought one thing from him. Had she done something wrong to make him hate her? Her dance moves were off balance, leaving her with cramps in her feet every time she danced. Her friends were busy, preparing for school finals leaving her in a bitter drought.

"We're always looking for girls to join the trade." Carrigan mysteriously voices, briefly touching the gun on the bar.

The trade? Midnight ponders, finally catching sight of the gun. She began to pout. Would it matter if she was sold to somebody like a lapdog? "I can't. My step-father might be upset over it. I'm not entirely sure how anyone feels anymore."

Carrigan furrows his eyebrows together. He runs a hand along her arm, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Who's your father, babygirl?"

Midnight felt chills circulate her body. "Samuel Sin-"

"Midnight knock it off. You don't have to tell a stranger anything. You should head home!" Vincent barks, cutting off his daughter.

"Actually, Vincent, this is a free country. She can confide in me whatever she wants. As for you and Sam, you're both dead. You broke contract." Carrigan snaps, picking up his gun.

Midnight shouldn't care. Sighing, she swiftly snuck in front of the gun.

"Look, whatever deal they made with you. You can take me as collateral. Or shoot me, I don't care. Just leave the idiots out of this." Midnight speaks, watching the man furrow his eyebrows.

"You don't understand how sex trades work, do you? Especially when they mix with drugs." Carrigan considers lowering the gun. He didn't want to shoot an innocent girl despite the fact that he's done it on numerous occasions for them arguing with him.

"What was the contract he broke? He told me some of it. Not all of it." Midnight continues to stand in front of her father. She was hoping to never have to do it again.

"Our contracts consists of buying their first born females. This way they grow into beautiful young ladies we can sell off with drugs. We usually take the ones who come from bad homes while at the time; this man abused his beautiful wife." Carrigan growls, revealing information he kept hidden from the world about Vincent.

Vincent averted his gaze to the ground.

"What about Sam?" Midnight drops her hands from the air.

"He made the deal long before he married your mother. He needed money in order to support his new bride so we struck the bargain while no new daughter came to fruition." Carrigan informs her.

"Samuel has been nothing, but sweet to my mother. At least until her mysterious death." Midnight spoke, earning a grunt from Carrigan.

"So, you never wondered why she had a mysterious illness?" Carrigan asks, further bothering Midnight.

"Just take me. My father clearly is an idiot while my step-father has twins on the way. They shouldn't die because you're pigheaded." Midnight responds in an icy tone.

"Fine, but don't be shocked if Samuel turns up dead. Let's go." Carrigan barks, wondering how well the girl would listen to his command.

Midnight sends a nasty glare to Vincent. "You hit on my mother? What else did you fail to tell me?"

"Midnight, I loved your mother." Vincent proclaims, watching her start for the door with Carrigan.

"If you loved her then you wouldn't have hit her. If you tell anyone of my disppearance, I will hunt you down myself." Midnight hisses to the disgruntled man in the bar.

Carrigan snickers at her proclamation, motioning for the girl to join him. He opens the door to a sleek, black mercedes allowing her to climb into the passenger side. He gets in, shutting the door to his side as he re-evs up the engine. "Girl, we're gonna see what you can do."

"Before you sell me off to some random old dude?" Midnight bitterly remarks, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe." Carrigan nods, driving off. He has a second thought on the matter, choosing to keep it to himself. He didn't add, 'or I might keep you' since he didn't want to grow attached to the girl.

"Sex trading, really?" Midnight scowls, soon glaring at him. What had she decided to mindlessly get herself into?

"I forget you must be virgin material. It's not as bad as the title sounds. We're helping girls." Carrigan shrugs, still not seeing conflict in what he was doing.

"I've had a boyfriend so I've had sex. Although, selling girls for money just for sex is a lot like prostitution. I cannot agree with you pretending to help them." Midnight angrily voices, twisting to stare at the driver.

"Girl, you're about to learn a few lessons the hard way." Carrigan informs her, searching for a cigarette to light it up. His stress levels were high.