Gypsy- Lady Gaga

I froze as the mysterious man took me by the waist. He wrapped one arm underneath my stomach and another behind his back.

"Let her go." Oliver ordered, fiddling with his pocket. "Sorry, no can do." He tightened his grip, causing me to feel nauseous.

"How about now?" A voice came from the back. Scared to even move a muscle, I watched as Oliver's face formed a smirk.

"A gun, really?" The man chuckled stalling before pulling a gun out from his pocket. I gaped as a cold object was pressed against above my ear.

"You wouldn't dare? Would you? If you pull, I pull." He caressed my cheeks, listening to me break down.

How did I even get into this scenario? Oh, yes. I decided to hop into a 'strangers' car.

Oliver sighed, his gun resting in his hands. I watched as Tedros walked past me, his gun no where to be seen. He looked at me before breaking into sweats.

"Don't you care for her safety?" The man asked before pressing harder into my skin. "I do," Oliver sighed, but then his facial expression converted into a smirk. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to burst out your brain."

I closed my eyes, waiting for the worst to happen, but I stayed put, still alive. "Alright. Say goodbye to your new friend."

I listened to the sound of a gunfire. I gaped, not realising the shot wasn't from the man who had me in his grasp. I wriggled away just before it got to me, escaping from the bullet the man had set.

I fell to the ground, groaning as Oliver pulled me into the car. Tedros jumped in the car just before we rode away.

I sat in the front seat, not saying a word as I stared out of the window. This couldn't be my everyday life in the magical realm, running away from killers and gambling my way to the top.

It hadn't even been a full day.

"Are you okay, Agatha?" Tedros asked from behind. I rolled my eyes. "Could you drop me at Hotel Inn?"

Oliver sighed, shaking his head. "Agatha, I'm sorry to tell you this, but you can't go anywhere without us."

"Why?" I asked, defending myself. "That man who nearly blew your brains out knows who you are and if we aren't beside you, who knows the type of shit you will get into."

I gasped, my eyes raising. "Are you serious? You got me into your little killing game? No, I want out!" I yelled.

"Its not that easy, Agatha. If it was, we'd have been out ages ago. Once you start, you can never stop." Tedros mumbled, gulping down the vodka.

"But-I-I-" Oliver laughed, staring at the road. "That's what happens when you decide to roll with Tedros."

I glared at the boys before staring back at the window. My eyes stung as it began to water. "I hate you guys, you know." I sniffled.

"But soon you'll grow to love us." Oliver chuckled.

"Who is that guy, anyway?" I questioned. "His name is Alonso. He is a gambler, like us...but way better and he's known for getting what he wants, even if it means pulling a couple strings." Tedros informed, emptying the vodka bottle.

I nodded. "Damn, didn't finish my drink." Oliver groaned, kicking the pedal. "If you break that, I'm going to watch you fix it." Tedros chuckled from the back.

Oliver rolled his eyes before rolling into the mansion. He got out of the car and I did the same, followed by Tedros.

I jumped as a man rolled up behind us. I clawed for Tedros, listening to him chuckle. "Don't be scared, its just Keg."

I watched as the man who made me sign the contract walked out of the car.

"Hey, boys." He smirked, his eyes falling on me. "I'd like to talk to little lady."

"Its Agatha." I sighed, hands on my hips. "That's what I want! I like your moxie, Agatha." He chuckled.

Tedros cocked an eyebrow, staring at him. "What did you want to ask her?"

"Yeah. I'd like you to take a job at my business." I beamed, my eyes lit. "Seriously? What job?"

He pulled at him jacket. "Poll dancing." Tedros' glare hardened as he stared at Keg. "Really? You want her to what?"

"Poll dance." He said again, clear on his choice. I shrugged. "Yeah, whatever." Tedros shook his head, folding his arms. "She's not doing that."

"That's cute, Tedros. But when I mean business, I mean business." Keg turned to me again. "So, you're gonna poll dance for my customers?"

"Yeah, why not?" Tedros stared at me, causing me to bite my lip. "What?" I whispered, watching him ignore me. "I actually think its a good idea. I'd come down to watch, anytime." Oliver butted in.

Tedros glared at him, his hands still folded. "Fine, Dirty Diana. Go strip in front of random people." I forrowed my eyebrows, watching Oliver nudge him. "It gets a lot of money, though, little lady."

"I need money at the moment. Why not?"

"Great, you start tomorrow at 7:45 in the afternoon." He turned around, hopping into his car before he drove away. Tedros sighed, passing me and storming back into his house.

"What's his problem?" I questioned, hands on my hips. "You two used to have a thing, he's probably just being protective."

"More like over protecting." I mumbled. Oliver stared at me before pity washed his face. "You don't know what poll dancing is, do you?"

I shrugged. "No, but I can learn." We walked in to the house, watching Tedros slap a grey laptop onto his lap. He flipped it open, typing.

"There," He sighed, gesturing us over. "Watch this." I walked over, behind Oliver.

I stared at the screen, shielding my eyes as a picture of a woman without clothes popped up. She stood by a poll, with an eighties styled hairdo.

"Ew!" I cried, turning around. Oliver chuckled, still looking at the picture. "Yeah. Tedros I don't like it either."

"Why not?" He asked, exiting out of the tab. "Because it reminds me of a picture I saw of my mum when she was a teenager and she looked a lot like that."

"My point is," He continued, pulling on my shirt, causing me to turn around. "Do you really want to look like that tomorrow?"

I sighed, hands on my hips. My face softened as I bent down, cocking my head to the side. "The question is: do you want me to be like that tomorrow?"

He stared at me, his face softening as he got lost in my eyes.

"I do!" Oliver chuckled from the back, receiving glares from Tedros. "I don't know. You don't feel uncomfortable by any of this?"

I shrugged. "There's nothing I can really do at the moment. You don't know how many businesses regected me today...or yesturday." I sighed, staring at the clock as it wrote '01:45'.

"I can't really talk tomorrow day. I just want to sleep." He sighed, throwing the laptop off his lap.

"Wait! I still don't know where I'm staying." He nodded, taking me by the hand. "Just upstairs. Good night, bro."

"Night." Oliver walked the other way, up the stairs whilst we took the other.

He escorted me down a long corridor, with the same dull colours of black, white and grey. He opened the door to a large room.

It was nicely decorated with a black and white bed in the middle with two glass mini tables at each side.

I looked at the white wallpaper, feeling quite intimidated. "So, here is where you'll be staying." Tedros sighed. rubbing his eyes. "I'm really tired."

I rolled my eyes, hands on my hips. "You're not sleeping here, Tedros." He sighed, his lips curving into a smug smile.

"Alright, good night." He turned around, walking out. I sighed, gaping as warm hands managed to make its way to my back and squeeze my cheek.

"Tedros!" I yelled, listening to the door slam behind me.

And what about our future plans?

Does this thing we have even make sense?

When I got the whole world in front of me

Into Gypsy- Lady Gaga at the moment.

But anyway, this chapter is dedicated to that song. I'm going to start doing that, dedicating a song to a chapter. This one is Gypsy!

Hope you enjoyed it.

Poll dancing?! WTF, Agatha. This is totally different to what you expected, huh?