Chapter 4

Leah hurried around her hotel bathroom and second bedroom as she got ready for work extra early that night. She double and triple checked her hair and make-up, to make sure it was good for dance, and for her other job. She pulled on her jeans and halter top over top her dance outfit. Then slid a pair of heels on, careful to check in her bag for the pair of runners, two pairs of gloves, one decorative, one pair of one-size fits all for security doors. The young woman used a small key to open one of the drawers, then pulled out a pair of handcuffs, which she added to the bag, a handgun, which she clipped to her inner ankle, and another handgun, that she added into her bag. After one more check, she picked up the bag, her coat, and left the bedroom, nearly running into Isabelle outside the door.

"Jesus Christ!" She gasped, "I didn't know you were here."

"Well now you do." Isabel replied, "Where are you going in such a rush anyway?"

"I've got to get to De La Vaga."

"This early?"

"Yeah." She continued to walk, then stopped suddenly in the open doorway, realizing something, "Are you going to be here tonight?"

"No actually, I'm visiting with a friend, I'm just picking up what I need."

"Oh, okay." Leah smiled to herself, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah." The young woman shut the door and waited a few seconds, then quietly hurried down the hallway to the American's room, knocking on the door three times.

"Letter for Mr. Diaz."She spoke in a fake voice, placing an envelope on the floor, and then hurrying out the back entrance over to the club.

"Hey Lou." She greeted, waving at the bouncer.

"Hey Leah." He waved back as she walked in. The nineteen-year-old greeted a few more people on her way into the club's office.

"Good evening Mr. Benedict." She spoke slyly, walking up behind him as he turned his chair around.

"Ah, Leah, good evening. How are you?"

"I'm great now."

"How so?"

"Because I just got here . . . " She smiled softly at the man, leaning down and kissing his cheek softly. "You know I get off the stage early tonight right?"

"Leah, I have work to see to."

"Please Terry," She plopped herself down into another one of the chairs, "It'll take twenty minutes max. I have a room at the hotel down the road."

"You do now?"

"Yes." He sighed heavily,

"We'll see what we can do." He smiled, leaning toward her for another kiss on the cheek before she left.

It was nearly midnight, and the dance troupe had exited the stage at the exact moment that Rusty, the last of the gang to arrive, entered the club. Leah walked over to her bag, picking up the purse that was inside containing her hotel key, and handcuffs, also so Benedict would think she was leaving for good.

"I'll see you girls later!" She called out to them, then hurried off, she had to get Terry out of the club as fast as possible. As she hurried past the bar in her scandalous outfit, she caught site of a few of the others scattered amongst the crowd, they were starting in minutes. The nineteen-year-old practically ran up the rest of the way to his office, bursting in the door.

"Leah, I didn't expect you for another twenty minutes." He greeted, standing up to hug her.

"I got impatient." She replied in a seductive tone, kissing him softly.

"I can tell." Benedict laughed to himself, turning back to the security tv screens, "Do you think we could stay here, I'm the only one here tonight for some reason, and I really shouldn't leave."

"Terry, please, just come back to the room." She whined quietly, wrapping one of her arms around him as she closed their mouths together. "It'll be extra special, I promise." She then backed away, letting him take in her body from head to toe as he made his decision.

"Just because you're a special one."

"Thank-you!" She jumped, kissing his cheek as the two set out, hurriedly for the hotel, as they exited the club, Benedict leaned over to Lou.

"Lock the doors, make sure no one gets in or out, I want you in the office, watching everything on the cameras."

"Yes Mr. Benedict." He nodded, pulling the doors shut after the two left.

"How far is this hotel?" He asked Leah as they turned a second corner.

"Just here." She stopped suddenly, causing him to walk straight into her.

"Sorry."

"No problem." Leah smiled, taking his hand and leading him up the room. "Here we are." She slid the key into the lock and opened the door, pulled the key out, and kissed him hard at the same time. While still kissing him, she lead him over to the bedroom, where he thought he was getting some, when in fact, there was just a bedpost. "This shouldn't take long at all." She whispered, making sure his eyes were closed when she kissed him again as she pulled handcuffs out of her purse, then cuffed him to the bed, trapping him in the room, too far away from anything to escape.

"Leah?" He shouted, "What the hell is going on?"

"I said it wouldn't take long. See you later, Mr. Benedict."

She smirked, leaving the hotel room, double checking that it was locked before she raced back to the club, taking her hair down as she stepped behind the bar. Leah spotted Rusty sitting at the end of the bar, an empty glass infront on him, smiling to herself, she sauntered over.

"What can I get you?"

"Leah!" He nearly shouted, then lowered his voice, "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Don't worry, Benedict's locked up in my hotel room."

"Locked?"

"Handcuffs." She smiled, pulling up a bottle of beer, "Here, on the house." Leah pulled money out of her pocket, and entered it into the till. "What?"

"Where do you get handcuff's from? The dollar store?"

"I'm a COP," She whispered, "Remember."

"Oh, right." Rusty shook his head, taking a swig of beer. Leah leaned across the bar to him, from a distance, it would look as if one was picking up the other, but, obviously, that wasn't true.

"Have the others already started."

"Yeah." He flipped open his cell phone, looking down at the screen. "They're in the vaults now, they should be out in a matter of minutes."

"How are they getting it out?"

"Each of them has a back-pack, and brief case."

"How many?"

"Eleven."

"Eleven?"

"Tess." He closed the phone.

"Ah, why aren't you in there?"

"Didn't think you'd be here, needed someone to keep an eye out for trouble."

"Sounds good."

"Yup." Rusty took another drink of his beer, just as he put it down, his phone rang. "Hello?"

"I'm off work, meet me in five for drinks." Danny spoke, then hung up the phone.

"Hey," Rusty said to Leah, standing up, "I'm heading out of here, you willing to come with me?" He winked, noticing that the other bartender had his eye on them.

"Of course, anything for you." She smirked, stepping around the bar to have her hand taken by the man as they left the club. Once outside, they dropped hands and nearly ran for the hotel.

"What're you gonna do with Benedict now?" Rusty asked as they ran up the stairs.

"Give him what he wants and escort him back to the club." Leah replied breathlessly as they turned the corner to their floor, she stuck the key in the lock and the door swung open.

There stood Isabel, her gun raised, pointing at Leah's face, Benedict stood behind her, looking extremely pissed off.