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The-Dangerous-King
~~~~~~~~The Mobster's Thief
The Red Room. That was the only link I had to Cullen. I had a name, I had a place, but I didn't know where exactly I needed to hit. The night had just begun and it seemed like a perfect opportunity to find out some more information about the famous nightclub.
I looked back at the wreckage that once used to be Aro's place. Satisfied with my work I started my walk.
There was no way in hell that I was going to buy myself my own car, at least not yet. I couldn't risk having anyone trace me. That was the one rule I had. Leave no marks behind. Otherwise there was a good chance at getting caught. However, there was no way in hell that I was going to walk to Cullen's place on foot either. At the rate I was going it would probably take hours to get there. Time is money. And there is no fucking way that I was going to lose it.
Thankfully, I had my Jaguar that I acquired from Big Brother Sam, the same car that I came here in. As quick as I could, I got in and sped off towards Edward Cullen.
Sam wasn't related to me by blood, but he was the closest thing that I had to a family. My parents ended up dying at young ages. My mother and father, Renee and Charlie, were just settling divorce papers between them when they got into a car accident. I was four at the time and don't have any memories from then.
All I remember from that time was hating every foster home that I was put into after that. Families were hard for me to be around. Why could they have such a happy family when mine was ruined forever? Every time, a foster family who was determined to make me "happy" would instead make me feel a lot worse. By the age of eleven, I was fed up and done. I packed up and ran.
I didn't get far at all. No more than three hours later was I caught by a couple driving on the highway. Apparently, as they drove by, they saw the tears streaking down my face and decided to call the police. Needless to say, I was put into a different foster home. After that, I learned to avoid cars and take closed roads if possible to get rid of people on my tracks. These kinds of things happened a lot after that. Foster home after foster home I became smarter and smarter at the art of sneaking out of the house. Once I got caught, I was simply shipped off to the next home.
One day, when I was about sixteen years old, I made a few wrong turns when running away from my foster parents. They didn't exactly live on the right side of town, so trouble was easy to find. However, that particular night instead of going towards the highway, I found myself at an abandoned warehouse.
I approached it with great caution, only to find a huge group of guys: The La Push kids, they called themselves. Jacob, Seth, and Paul quickly became my three favorite people there. The four of us became fast friends as they taught me everything that I knew today. From hacking to stealing a car, they knew how to do everything.
Sam was the oldest out of the boys, the leader of the pack. He called all the shots and kept a careful eye on everyone. If someone was thinking about doing something, Sam already knew about it and was three steps ahead of him or her. Thus, he became the Big Brother to our pack.
I shook my head. I didn't have time for a flashback like this.
As I came back from my thoughts I saw that I was there. I examined the club. "The Red Room". I'm not going to lie- it looked fucking amazing. Lights shone out from the club and the music was blaring so loud you could feel it in your bones. It was very clear that Cullen didn't do things half assed. He was in it to win.
But so was I.
It was a Tuesday night, so not many people would be in, or so I thought. As I approached the club, a long line of people were waiting. Men of all ages with two or three girls on each arm with expensive suits strolled into the club one by one. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I slipped into the line and folded my dress up to reveal more of my creamy thighs.
This was the hardest club in this area to get into yet I was so sure I'd get in anyways. I wasn't blind. I knew the effect I had on most guys. My creamy slender thighs combined with my round soft ass made legs that most girls would die for. My perky size C breasts made every man want to nuzzle in them.
My 5'3'' height allowed me to push my way to the top of the line-without any protests. The bouncer raked his eyes across my body and took in my innocent doe-like eyes and moved onto my dress. The slim fitting black dress was sure to pull him in and when his eyes rested on my cleavage, I pulled out the fake ID I had in there. He watched hungrily and barely looked at my ID as I rushed in, throwing my bag over the metal detector.
If I thought that the outside was amazing, I was totally shocked about the inside. There were girls hanging from the ceiling from ropes like that Cirque du Soleil shit. Strippers who were clearly the best dancers around welcomed guests into the main area. The bar was sleek and filled with the most expensive bottles of alcohol from around the world. The dance floor was filled with people grinding each other with glasses in their hands. all in all- it was one classy place.
As I walked up to the bar, I looked around to do a quick floor map. The ground floor was clearly where all the action took place. The bar, the dance floor, and the booths were all there. I sat down at the bar stool and looked up. The second floor was blocked from my view by mirrors, which meant that Cullen's office was behind a one way mirror.
I wondered if his eyes were looking at me right now with that cold glare as my nipples started to harden.
Not a good time to think about this.
Looking around the bar without ordering something was going to look suspicious, so I called the bartender over.
"Hi! Welcome to The Red Room", exclaimed a blond beauty. Her skin was pale, and her body was slim. She was beautiful, even to me. I glanced down, looking at her nametag.
"Hey Rose, I'll take an Appletini". Nothing says innocent like drinking an Appletini. What you're drinking actually does say a lot about you. She turned around and went to work. I went back to staring at the one way mirror above.
If I were Cullen, where would I put some of my goods?
There was one way that I could get information, from his people. All I had to do was sort them out. Looking around the club I analyzed the people that were there. There were sluts, man whores, and drunk assholes, but then there were those few people who were also looking around the place, analyzing, like me. Those were the people who I needed to see.
"Here you go Miss..." she trailed off waiting for an answer.
"Elisa Gold" I replied with a smile.
"Well Miss Gold if you need anything else please do not hesitate to ask me" she said with a flick of long blond hair. And with that Rose the bartender went back to work.
I continued looking around the place, hoping to catch some shifty men. I was not disappointed. In the back were three strong men, each wearing a black shirt and jeans. Their hands were crossed in front of them as they looked on to all the fun everyone else was having. In the booth in front of them, an intense poker match was going on. But the thing that caught my eye was a slight bulge near their hips.
Not that you pervs.
The type of bulge that only a gun could create. Those were the exact men that I was looking for. These were the types of guys who were low on the ladder, but high enough to know information.
I looked through my eyelashes at them, pretending to check them out. As I waited for them to notice, I made one last glance at that one way mirror. Soon enough, one of them caught me staring. I blatantly started to lower my eyes up and down his body- checking his entire physique out. The fucker smirked at me as I took a sip of my Appletini. He probably thought that I was already drunk and ready to sleep with him. He sauntered over to me trying to flex his muscles on the way.
"Hello Miss, can I help you? You seem a little lost" he said with a scratchy deep voice. He was already trying too hard. I took another sip of my drink.
"Yes actually- I needed help, like, hailing a cab. It's late and I was about to leave. I don't, like, want to be into something totally shady you know what I mean?" I said in a voice about three octaves higher than my normal one. It's always important to keep your identity as hidden as possible when going about these types of things. And personality is definitely a big part of your identity.
"Here, let me help you out. I'm George" he said.
"Well hello George..." I purred leaning in farther towards his body. He smiled that creepy smile and led me through the back door. If he thought this was the place where I was going to touch him, he was dead wrong.
Instead, as soon as the back door closed, I put him into a neat headlock. His arms and legs started flailing around.
He probably didn't get enough training for moments like these. His breaths started to get shorter and shorter and his face started to turn a slight purplish color. Eventually, he finally passed out in my arms.
I dragged his body through the street and found an abandoned street. Ripping a piece of cloth from my dress, I blindfolded him to ensure that he couldn't see. Taking my Eagle from underneath my dress, I shot one of his arms and one of his legs. Just in case he thinks of running away. And then it was time to wait.
Five to ten minutes later, he started to groan.
"Where does Cullen keep his goods" I said calmly while taking off his blindfold and sitting him up. I took a seat on the ground directly in front of him. He tried to move, but it was clearly impossible for him.
"I'm not going to ask again. I need to know where Cullen keeps his goods". I gave him a cold stare.
"I don't know anything- I swear!" he pleaded. But his eyes told a different story. A burst of anger suddenly went through me.
Grabbing the neck of my gun, I hit the heavy part on his head, knees, and elbows. And sure enough, like the little bitch he is, he started to talk.
"He...he...there's something..." I snarled. At the rate he was going this was going to take all night.
"What is there?" I said, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back so his eyes met mine.
"The...the...safe room! Please I have children...and a wife... pleasee". He was really starting to get on my fucking nerves.
"If you don't start talking they will all be dead".
"Everyone who works for him knows that he keeps the safe room in his house guarded the most heavily. Please let me go ple-"
He had officially become useless to me. My gunshot rang through the air, but no one was around to hear it but me. George was dead and I had my information.
~~~~~~~~The Mobster's Thief
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