3 months later...

Makoto walked down the street with an aura of confidence. She glanced at the ring on her finger and remembered the night when Nephrite proposed to her. Ever since then, things seemed clearer. Her nightmares were gone and she slept peacefully. A noise came from her jacket. Makoto got out her phone and looked at the caller id.

"Hey Amara."

"Where are you? You told me not to be late, but I've been waiting here forever! Get your ass down here," her friend lectured angrily.

Makoto sighed.

"I'm on my way. I'm right around the corner. Jeez, you know how to put someone off. Bye."

Makoto rolled her eyes and ran the rest of the way to the bridal shop.

Mina smirked as she walked into Nephrite's art gallery. She noticed Nephrite in his office and casually went up the stairs. She knocked on the door softly. A muffled response was heard and she went in. Nephrite was at his desk reading a folder full of papers. Mina's eyes gleamed and she cleared her throat.

"Long time no see."

Nephrite looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Great. You're back."

Mina slid down into one of his many soft, black leather chairs.

"I thought you'd be happy to see a familiar face. Miss me?"

"Hardly," he muttered.

A sigh escaped from her lips.

"Oh, I know you did. Anyway I'm not here to bring up stupid shit. I want what we agreed on. Give me Makoto."

Nephrite let out a harsh laugh.

"Yeah right. As of now, our deal is exterminated. Now see your way out 'cause I've got things to do bitch."

Mina's eyes flared.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?"

Nephrite smiled at her.

"I'm only telling the truth and you know that."

Mina's stood up quickly.

"No, that isn't the fucking truth you conceited asshole! I know who you really are. You'll see. You're gonna get yours in the end."

Nephrite grabbed Mina by the neck and threw her into the wall. He unrolled his sleeves and undid his tie.

"I should have done this long ago."

Mina whimpered and tried to get up, but the impact from hitting the wall left her dazed. She looked up at Nephrite and screamed. He raised his arm at her and smacked her in the face. A red mark began to appear across her face. She tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her by the forearm and pushed her against the wall.

"Feel better bitch?"

He spat in her face. She remained silent.

"Good, just like a good whore. Now do I have to hit you again?"

She whimpered.

"That's my girl. I don't want to mess up your pretty little face. Now, do we understand each other? You can't have her. Face it. I bought you for my own pleasure and now I bored with you. I gave you money, clothes, even a fucking penthouse. I suggest you disappear again."

She gave him one last look of revolt before picking up her things and limped out of the office and down the stairs of the gallery. Once she was in her car, she let out a heart wrenching sob. The tears rolled down her cheek and she felt the bruise on her face and cringed. (That bastard. That bastard. THAT BASTARD!) Mina screamed curses in her mind. Her exterior broke in two. The girl she left behind months ago had now returned.

"C'mon I need this. Just give me a little more," she begged the man standing in front of her.

He shook his head.

"Unless you got some more money, scram!"

He pushed her aside and walked down the street. She leaned against the lamppost and sighed.

"What's wrong Michelle?" a voice spoke up.

The woman looked up and gave the person a lopsided grin.

"My body needs it Mina. I'm in pain."

"When are you gonna learn! We need the money and you're just throwing it away to buy shit you snort in like two seconds!"

Michelle frowned and blew her turquoise colored hair out of her face.

"Fuck off Mina. I don't need you to tell me what I can and cannot do."

Mina rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but it's your fucking funeral."

Just then a car pulled up to the curb. The two women straightened their posture. The window rolled down from the car. Michelle smirked at Mina and walked over to the car.

"Hey cutie you looking for a good time?"

"Maybe. What do you have to offer?"

"Depends on what you want? But the price is 50 a fuck. It cost extra for anything extra," she explained.

"I prefer blonds," he said.

Michelle looked taken back.

"Well, then you'll want her."

She pointed to Mina and then gave the man a sly grin.

"You'll be satisfied with her."

The man smirked and Michelle motioned Mina over to the car. When she got over there, the man in the car smirked (Just what I'm looking for).

"Apparently, he prefers blonds. Go figure. Have fun, I won't wait up for you," Michelle whispered then kissed her lover on the lips.

Mina watched her girlfriend walk down the street and then got in the car. She turned to the man and smiled.

"So, what do you need? I'm sure my friend has told you our prices."

"I'm not here to indulge,' he replied.

Mina frowned.

"Are you a cop?"

He laughed.

"I'm not a cop, but I a proposition for you."

"You're not a pimp are you? I work on my own."

"I'm not a pimp either. Just a man looking for someone with your...experiences to do some things for me."

"On what terms?" she questioned.

"Mine. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. After all I know you don't want to stay here. I've chosen you because I have a feeling you don't belong here."

Mina nibbled on her thumbnail.

"I'm in."

"This is the start of a pleasurable, but business relationship. What is your name?" he asked.

"Mina and you are?"

"Nephrite Silverton. Please to meet you." he grinned.

Mina dried her eyes and fixed her makeup. (What have I become?) She glanced at the clock. It was now or never. She started the ignition and backed up the car. She had to find Makoto before it was too late. Up in his office, Nephrite closed the blinds and smirked icily. (That bitch is going to pay.)

-WooWoo316 ;-)