She walked along the streets as she had every other night, the cold autumn wind blowing the long strands of gold behind her shoulders. What was she thinking walking in the dead of night? Well you might think "so?" she's just walking. But that would be because you didn't know our lovely blonde was traveling in the slums of New York City all by herself. Although she is 19 years old, for such a fragile looking person Elle is often mistaken for easy pray and with her new circumstances nothing seemed to take her from predators eyes.

Her 'sweet' father Steven lived in one of the run down apartments, after he passed away in one of the cities biggest gang shoot outs it became her assignment to collect all his things. From his clothing, to his cash, to his extensive collection of guns, it all was now her property. Some might view it as a blessing science the man was a billionaire but truly this huge inheritance is a . Elle Rose Fanning now sits on about 20 Billion from her fathers huge profits gained through his extensive drug activities. However, with all this money comes a huge red target on her head, aka everyone wants her dead to get some if not all of that money.

Her mother? Well she's been dead for years now. Cause of death? Shot in the apartment of her husband,the apartment Elle is now living in, in cold blood. Her murder was a threat from the competing drug cartel to get Steven to back down. What the fellow drug cartel did not know was that heartless drug dealers like her father aren't swayed, even when the mother of their children is slayed. Her mother passed when she was only six years old but that never stopped her father from making more 'dough'. His only exhibition of affection was a chaste kiss on her forehead and sending her off to live with her three aunts, why three? Elle couldn't figure it out but she would find out soon enough, but enough reminiscing.

She continued walking, head turned to the ground, feet speed walking, if that's what you want to call basically running, and arms wrapped around her torso. Nights are never quite in the slum, like morning, noon, and evening, night is as lively with a prevalent hinge of danger. Elle picked up the pace when her ears caught onto familiar hollering, words slurred and hard. Often, like tonight, they called for her to slow down and come over, to blow a kiss, to look up, to take off her clothes, to fuck. She brushed off the words like water, there wasn't more she could do. Through these harsh cities Elle could never grow a solid outer exterior, she had painted a thin layer on and hardly removed it but that was about all. In all honesty deep down her heart is as soft as her mothers was told to be. Many whispered that it was the reason why her father never wanted her around him, they believed she would weaken him, stating that Steven often hated ever having a child. Elle never listened too closely though, it all started sounding like a broken record.

*bump*

"Fuck!" Elle yelled, her body hitting against a tall hard frame.

The last thing she wanted was to be stopped in the middle of the night by running into a stranger, especially one that towered over her like a skyscraper. Still not used to living alone almost anything and everything made Elle anxious, but no one had to know that. She's been blending in well and intended to continue under the radar until she could make her way out of this run down city.

She shot her bright blue eyes up to meet the stranger she had collided with but when an arched brow, crocked smile, and deep emerald eyes met her own she could hear herself gasp and then stumble back. A tall brunette looked down at her, with long brown hair that hung past her small waist although it was pulled into a pony tail. The woman wore a dark navy suit, sleek pants complimenting her long legs, high heels that were at least four inches, and a half buttoned white shirt that exposed colors that were most likely tattoos. With a sculpted face, high cheek bones, lips swollen in the richest tint of red, and eyes lined with the deep hues of chocolate, Elle couldn't help but to lose her breath.

"Fuck she's gorgeous," the blonde thought as she took down a knot that had formed in her throat. The statuesque stranger remained silent for a moment, tilting her head as she watched the blonde examine her up and down while she did the same.

Long golden hair, a full clear face decorated with rose cheeks and the sweetest blossom lips, A didn't at all mind the little blonde looking her up and down with the most interest. When those stunning blue eyes taking her in as if she was some kind of master piece A couldn't help but view it was as 'adorable'.

Elle prepared another venomous comment as she met those intimidating razor green eyes, "can't you fucking see!" Her heart was beating as the woman's smile quickly faded, her eyebrows lowering as she took in the young woman's words. Elle was nervous but in the depths of the city you don't apologize, not to anyone especially a stranger, why? Cause you don't want to look like a weak ass bitch or like a little anemic animal. If you make that mistake you'll be eaten alive, that was one thing her aunties taught her that she never dared to forget.

In an instant the blonde almost lost her breath as she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a strangely intimate hold, one the shot electricity up her spine and coursed through her blood. This stranger that pulled her against her tall sculpted frame smelled of cologne and despite her internal struggle Elle couldn't help but sip her up.

This stranger dripping in sex and absolute danger was creating a clutter of emotions that the young woman had never experienced before. Except for three women, any person that touched her made her stomach turn in disgust. It is a strange feeling that grew through the course of her life, every fucking one that touches her either wanted something deathly or is planning on doing something foul. As a child she never got it but growing up she realized that every human being in New York city was carrying some heavy baggage and disturbing intentions. But with this woman she hadn't felt any of that, in-fact she had no clue what she was feeling.

"Now that didn't sound like an apology princess, would you like to try again?"

The words were cold while carrying an intoxicating hint of sex, this woman is just...god she couldn't even find the words...then again she didn't have the time too.

It's mid-night not fucking day time, the blonde had no idea what this woman had in mind but she didn't plan on finding out, she is too fucking exhausted to be dealing with a sexy brunette. Yes, she didn't smell the usual stench of alcohol and smoke on this woman, but the brunette had an amazing six feet four structure and was walking in the dead of night with two massive ebony skinned men following behind, there was nothing normal in the situation at all. Pushing herself from the warm hold, Elle straightened her jacket, glancing at the woman and then quickly at the two men.

"Apology my ass."

At five feet eight inches Elle was no petite daisy in need of a savior and she sure as hell could kick ass, okay she could fight just a little not necessarily whooping ass level, but then again no one had to know that. Passing by the strangers she hoped to continue, her walk, however, was cut short when one of the tall men grabbed her arm and yanked her back, nearly causing her to fall on her ass.

"What the hell!"

The blonde begged herself not to show any fear, the last thing she wanted was to get raped, mugged, or even murdered. Nothing is expected in this slums and Elle knew that clearly.

"A?" He ignored Elle's evident rage and turned his attention to the brunette that only watched on with a dangerous smile, her sharp teeth grazing over the edge of her succulent lips. After filling the crisp night air with a soft laugh and sarcastically complimenting Elle's 'friskiness' the woman turned to the brown eyed man, moving her head to the side and watching him release her. Elle was a bit shaken but didn't dare show it, she just adjusted her clothing once again and continued on.

"Fuck that bitch!" she muttered to herself softly, hoping A would hear it. Lucky for her the stunning brunette heard it clearly, the comment making her smile widen.

A turned to her two 'brothers,' of-course they weren't blood but all the fights, deaths, and shoot outs they've been in made them closer than blood ever could. "I like her." She watched the blonde walk away faster than she had before.

"Huh, you've always liked a challenge A." Pete smiled at the woman, amused by her intrigue.

"Challenge?" The brunette turned around continuing their walk, "that one seems like a fucking chili pepper, tranpe nan epis."

The two men laughed, enjoying the comment their fathers and friends often used when it came to their women, Haitian women actually, not noisy blondes that stroll the streets in the dead of night.

Elle rushed into her apartment on the third floor not minding to say goodnight to the elderly key holder as she normally did. To many thoughts raced through her head at the moment, the most apparent was her heart increased beat. In a fluid motion she slipped into her small apartment not caring to turn on the lights. In the short seconds she locked all four contraptions, making sure all were secure and worth installing.

"Fuck Fuck!" She yelled, kicking the side of he wall and then taking the gun from her back pocket and throwing it onto the small coffee table.

Running her fingers through her long blond hair the young woman finally turned on her home lights, kicking her shoes somewhere near the entrance and making her way further into the apartment. She looked around her mess of a home. She wasn't one for cleaning up, even when she was younger her aunts would constantly scold her for be un-ladylike, did she care? No. The blonde was never meant for a normal life so why should she train for a man and 'family'. Even the idea made her want to laugh sarcastically.

Decor? Non-existent. She had one large couch in a muted brown color, a small flat screen t.v., a coffee table that her father left and most of everything else is his. She hasn't dared to sneak around his room, finding comfort in the living room most of the time. Her father has too many skeletons in his closet for her to be sneaking around. Instead she sleeps on the mattress she bought and replaced his old one with. Did she throw it away? Know, of-course not. Instead the blonde gave it to her aunties who willingly took possession of it.

Okay, you guys already know why she's living like this but every time Elle got home she would cringe just a little. For God sake she is supposed to be a fucking billionaire and here she is locked in a one bedroom apartment in the slum, too afraid to leave and too afraid to use any money. In-fact she hadn't even spent a dollar of her fathers cash.

Working part time at the local diner she made enough to pay her bills and live off of hard crackers and water. It was good she guessed, if anyone was to come into her home they would have no clue she had all this money, but then again she had little to no friends so that thought never seems to cross her mind too often.

Striping off of her clothes the blonde made her way into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the lights. She basically had the home interior memorized and her fatigue prevented her from even bothering to do small task like turning on the lights and closing the door, not that anyone was there with her. She turned on the hot water and leaned against the wall allowing the hot water to run over her figure, the heat not melting the fear she felt from earlier events. Elle still couldn't believe she was afraid, it's not like anything happened. Still, something about 'A' caused her hairs to stand on edge.

After the long shower Elle took a sip of water and then liquor and then some more alcohol, it seemed to be the only-thing to calm her in moments like this.

Yes, she might be on 19 years old but who the hell cared if she got drunk who even cared if she was eating right or feeling safe, no one ever gave a shit and quickly she learned not to either. After her small 'dinner' she slipped beneath the heavy comforter of her flat mattress with no pillows, soon she slipped into a blank sleep of dark abyss.

"Hay Elle, you there?"

The voice came from behind her apartment door and was one she wanted to choke silent, sadly she couldn't.

It belonged to her 'friend' Brenton aka the clueless puppy stuck in the ghetto when truly he belonged in a white castle. They have been forced to hang out since elementary school, Breton being the innocent white boy who was constently bullied. Unlike the young girl's who comforted Breton and handed him candy, a really stupid move since he lost it all later that day after he got his ass whooped, Elle decided to stomp those bullies out. She has always been a girl with a short temper and 'no bullshit' attitude. Her aunts taught her how to fight from the day her mother died, and yeah she did say she wasn't the best fighter, but that's in comparison to professional boxers. When Brenton saw her 'defend' him, truly she was just annoyed by the little group, he clung to her. They have been together since then, soon he grew into a prince of sort whose smile made all the hoes knees buckle.

Unlike most Elle was not phased, in fact she is one of those girls that has eyes for no one, or rather had. Yup, that not foreshadowing but rather insight. You see all night the blonde could only think about the tall stranger 'A' and that damned nickname "princess." Elle had no idea why it pissed her off so much but it did.

Sliding of her bed and tossing the sheets off, not caring to change into pants, she left her room. Walking to her door the blonde opened the door to view the tall boy.

"What!"

She spat, a charming smile forming on his lips, she asked that question every morning and after some time and began translating it to a polite "Good morning."

Making his way in her watched her close, well slam, the door behind him. He leaned against the couch arm crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Work Elle."

"What? Work starts at seven." She replied turning her back to him and making her way to the kitchen, opening the fridge, and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniel. In a quick few seconds she chugged the hard whiskey down. Breton watched, astonished by how easily Elle took the hard drink down wiping remaining liquid from her lips with the back of her hand. She placed the bottle on the counter top and turned to watch him, waiting for a reply.

Whiskey in the morning? Yup. Elle's not an alcoholic, she can't afford to be one. Drinking in the morning just became a habit after watching so many people in her life do it, and inheriting her fathers strong tolerance and taste for hard liquor.

"You going to talk or fucking leave your mouth open!" Her harsh voice woke him from her thoughts, "Why are you here."

Running his fingers through the short brown locks her exhaled disappointed by what he just saw and also annoyed by the girl's hardness which was never needed around him.

"It's already 6:40 Elle, work starts in ten, get your butt in some pants,"he glanced at her exposed legs and skimpy thong for a second, an action the disgusted her. "We have to get going and...""I got it you little dickhead." The words weren't meant entirely for him but rather the way his eyes traced her form, luckily after so many years Breton had grown accustomed to her little demeaning nicknames.

Minutes later they were both out, Breton making sure not to flinch as he watched the young blonde grab her gun and place it in her back pocket. Elle wasn't stupid enough to carry a purse so she kept basic shit on her, keys, gun, and some pepper spray(just in case she didn't feel the need to kill someone).

They both walked out,Elle locking the door behind her. When they made it onto the sidewalk of the warm spring morning Breton handed her a bottle of water, stating she reeked of alcohol, a comment that only made her laugh. After giving him a little nudge and teasing his weak spirit Elle took a long gulp of water. Their manager Riley would grill here if he knew she was drinking in the morning again. Again as in being caught more than five times, lucky for her Riley knew her father and appropriately wouldn't dare to fire her, even if the man is in his grave.

Once at work Elle placed on her name tag and a disgusting pink apron, she didn't get bothered by it because all employees had to wear it, even the massive cooks. Moving around the rather deserted diner and serving the old goons that had enough energy to wake up this early Elle began her day. Deep down she prayed the morning would remain this quite, lucky, as in horribly, for her it didn't.

In walked in last nights slight heart attack, A.

Elle gulped,she was preoccupied taking a customers order but couldn't help turning from the brunette who's eyes she felt burning into body. Looking down at the old woman that repeated the same question for the fourth time, the blonde smiled and answered with the sweetest voice she could muster up this early in the morning.

"Please Brenton be good for once and take this?" She begged mentally holding through some miracle or telepathy her would hear her prayers, but of-course he did not.

After taking the elderly woman's order Elle moved to the kitchen placing the note up and then heading back to the main area. Elle watched on as the men talked among themselves, all but A. She sat quietly, eyes glued on her phone and as she strolled through something that seemed unbelievably important. There with even more men around her, bug men from different races but all tattooed and dressed in sharp suites, decked out in diamonds and other jewels. A on the other hand, discarding the small diamond in her ear and golden watch there was no other jewelry on her. For a woman who seemed to have so much power and money Elle had assumed she would be decked out in more lavish jewels.

Staring on the blonde hadn't realized she was standing in place. When chilled emeralds met her eyes with a smile and strength Elle couldn't describe, she felt her body go weak for a second. Turning from the woman quickly Elle hoped to busy herself and cool down from the strange heat that began to course through her frame. The blonde skipped around the floor pretending to busy herself with anything,everything, from recleaning tables to asking everyone she had served earlier if they needed more coffee or sugar. Her plan could only last so long however, in a few seconds some damn balled Puerto-rican called her over, his dark voice rising a spark of annoyance in her.

"Fuck my life, Fuck my life, Fuck my life" She whispered walking over to the tables and taking in the men separated by booths and all apparently hungry.

Her eyes weren't too focused on the others for long. As soon as she turned her attention ahead her eyes were caught onto gorgeous emeralds that gazed back at her.

Today A looked even more stunning than she did last night, all tall and god damn stunning. Shaking the staring contest and turning to the group of men Elle asked what it was they would like. In a chorus they all started talking at the same time. The blonde wanted to tell them to "shut the hell up" but the crowd did not look like the type to take shit from a blonde waitress. Seeing his worker struggle to write a few things down Riley made his way over, taking a few tables while she took the other, lucky for her once again he took the one that A was not seated at.

Once everyone's, well almost everyone's, order was written down the blonde prepared to turn away until that damned nickname was called in the most intoxicating micture of husky and smooth.

"Princess"

"Damn," she cursed, the name was making her feel some type of way and she really didn't think she could handle looking into the bottomless forest for a minute longer.

Coughing slightly Elle turned to the brunette, watching as long pale fingers slide over plump lips as that deadly smirk formed into a smile once more. She had no idea why this woman's expression was causing heat to course through her blood and was making her slightly disorientated but it was... It made her want to take a cold shower and drown herself in hard whiskey. Taking in the air she hadn't realized she needed Elle finally spoke.

"My names not princess." Okay that was not what she wanted to say but it just came out, that fucking nickname was doing things to her and she couldn't stand to hear it any longer. The group of men looked at Elle like she was already a dead woman, well everyone except the two men on both sides of A who held stern expressions. The brunette released a husky laugh, looking over the girl's curvy form for a long moment.

"God you are tranpe nan epis."

The blonde eyed her after hearing the husky whisper, she had no idea what that meant but she sure as hell knew she liked it...wait she didn't, she wasn't supposed to.

"What do you want?" Once again she didn't mean to ask it like that, in-fact she had asked everyone politely but this damned woman...Elle didn't blame herself, she blamed the woman.

"Hay Blondie watch who the fuck you're talking too." A rose her left hand using two fingers to wave to the side softly, from the man's shushed lips Elle had guessed it meant 'shut the fuck up' or something like that. "What if I wanted you?" She rose her perfectly arched brow, her black silk shirt revealing hints of her tattoo and full breast. The blonde bit the inside of her mouth trying to hold back the anger, or that's what she decided to call it, that build from her emotional confusion.

She remained quite, not because she was afraid of this woman, no, she kept quite to keep her job. Yeah, Riley most likely wouldn't fire her but he'd make her clean up or even worse COOK. Just the idea made her cringe, housewife preparations were disastrous with her aunts and she hadn't intended on going back to them. A looked closely, enjoying the way the little princess's cheek warmed pink, they way she stood still and kept her gaze shifting from those rich emeralds.

"Sorry but we don't serve blondes, we do have a pancake special with cream and the cities best strawberry jam."Brenton came the right damn time, Elle exhaled and slipped away handing the paper to the cook.

As she made her way to the corner the manager stopped her pulling her to a corner. "You okay?" He asked in the kindest tone. "Yeah" Elle lied pretending not to be bothered by the striking brunette who sat placing a rather bland order. Why did she lean in closer to hear the order? Well she didn't know but she did and she knew A had a cup of black coffee and pancakes. No syrup and just bacon with eggs on the side.

It pissed Elle off that A couldn't just give that order instead of seductively implying that she wanted to have her for breakfast.

"You seemed bothered back there, do you know her?" He seemed more concerned about her involvement with the woman rather than if she was feeling 'okay.' "No Ri! I don't know that woman." She wanted to spit in his face too since her decided to grab her like one of his little bitches. Then again everything bothered Elle these days, even if Riley knew her father she still had no clue who this man was and why he wanted to be so involved in her personal matters.

He patted her shoulders lightly giving her a big smile, "hay I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

'Okay my ass,' Elle thought as she smiled back at him and walked to a side table in the back.

After moving past the tall middle aged man and making her way to the back of the room where some long booths were Elle finally relaxed. She lifted her dirty sneakers onto the chair and began chomping on some gum one of the cooks had given her. Picking up some old timers newspapers that were left on the table Elle decided this would be the best distraction. She didn't plan on doing it, instead she was pretending to read the articles hoping to slip into a nice nap. Once she thought she was getting away with it she closed her eyes, quickly slipping away from the noisy atmosphere of loud chuckling men, cooking, and quick feet.

Brenton walked by after serving a few more men and replacing their drinks, as he passed by his dark eyes caught onto the girl lying down. There he saw the blonde obviously sleeping. Brenton didn't say a thing, in fact he thought it was hilarious how the paper covers her face and moves up and down every-time she would breath out and in.

When the men finished their breakfast they got up tossing a few heavy, as in a lot of money, bills onto the table, not caring to check if it was the correct amount. As they made their way out they noticed the brunette still sitting in her seat, eyes locked on the snoozing blonde. They didn't say a word to her knowing that she was too lost in thought to take kindly to questioning. Pete looked at her with a concerned smile, he couldn't believe how focused A was about that little girl and for some reason it bothered him. It's been years since A has shown interest in anyone and now here she was in a trance, focused on some reckless waiter.

He moved over to her leaning over and whispering something into her ear. She only shook her head slightly before all the men were finally gone, their sleek vehicles driving off at speeds that were not, or shouldn't have been,permitted.

Once the diner was reasonably quite and A had taken in enough of the dark roast, which tasted like muddy water, she stood from her seat. Brenton was busy with other customers and did not have time to notice the quite creature making her way through the small dinner to the back section. Riley had apparently disappeared, no one had seen him leave or come onto the floor after his short questioning of Elle so the blonde was kinda left unprotected, not that she needed protection.

"Hay baby girl." A removed the newspapers, allowing the blonde to shoot sleepy darts through her with a sharp glare.

"What!?"

Elle began to sit up until hard hands push her chest back down onto the seating, the brunette kneeling over her. It was another oddly intimate moment, one of A's leg on the booth cushion, the other standing, nearly straddling her, which Elle wouldn't have minded. With one hand against her chest and the other holding her face, the distance was closing between them quickly, the woman's sculpted face drawing closer to her own.

"Listen princess..." She sung with her rich husky voice, he coffee stained breath taking away any strength Elle thought she had. "You address me by A but no more smart-ass replies okay?" The blonde looked into the deep greens losing her train of thought for a moment. She watched the rest of the woman's face noticing her raised eyebrow as she waited for a reply.

"Y-yes."

She didn't even recolonize her stuttering voice, this woman had drained all the strength she had built up over the years, striped her of the armor she hardly had created for herself. The mentally cursed herself and then the dominating woman over her.

"What's your name baby girl." God, who would have know such a nick name that so many men had called her and repulsed her would make her feel so damn alive just by coming from those thick lips.

"E-Elle."

Damn it! She cursed internally, just a few seconds ago she told herself not to stutter and her was was stammer like a fool again.

A warm smile formed on the brunette lips as she lowered her head, taking the stack of newspapers from Elle's hand and using it to block their faces. In a second A pressed her full lips against the blondes own. The blonde closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and softness of plump lips above her, the heat that radiated from her. The entire touch seared her skin, she was getting hot, really hot, and she wanted more. Opening her mouth as a clever tongue brushed over her lips Elle could feel the woman's tongue explore her mouth, licking and sucking softly, gently nibbling her lips and pressing against the soft form beneath her. Elle thought she would simply pass out from feeling the strong current that moved through her from just feeling the woman's skin against her own. She wanted this woman to kiss her more, to continue devouring her alive, to take and push her against a mattress, to... What is going on?

She was never one of those sex hungry teenagers in fact she was never one to even care for another person just, but here she is being kissed by this stunning and dominating stranger kissing her and taking away all thought from her head.

"You should apologize like a good girl..." Her lips departed from Elle's with whispered words, her warm breath ghosting the girls now moist lips.

Sliding her lips to the blondes now burning ear A smiled, "or I might have to punish you."

With an unbelievably sexy lick and nibble on her ear, the tall stranger stood throwing the paper onto the girl's torso and winking her a 'see you soon'.

Elle lied there, taking in deep air and trying to cool down from the quick encounter. She had no idea what this woman was doing to her but she did know that she was scared for the first time in a long time, she also noticed that she was intrigued as well. To the point where she was hoping to bump into this stranger again, hoping to feel those lips against her own again, hoping to get 'punished'.