Chapter 45: Found

It was nearly one in the morning when I had finished cleaning up and getting dressed. Awkwardly enough, I felt uncomfortable and very self-conscious of myself as I looked at my body in the mirror. The tightness of the dress, which I had been used to forever, felt different. I was used to those baggy, ripped up jumpsuits that showed off nothing but my hips.

I walked out of the bathroom and sighed, looking at Ace. His back was facing me and his fingers were typing vigorously on the keyboard of his laptop.

"How do I look?" I asked. He stood up and turned around, eyes wide. Walking towards me he smiled.

"Damn..." He muttered. "I gotta admit, though. There's something about the fact that your now twenty-one that makes this whole outfit seem a lot less sluttier than I had imagined."

"I don't know if I should be offended or not. But for your sake, I'll take that as a compliment." I walked past him and grabbed my coat, sliding it on as he packed up his stuff.

"We should be getting there by one-fifty. That gives me enough time to hopefully hack into the security system and alert the guards of something other than your presence." I ran a hand through my now-black hair, smoothing it back and looking in the mirror, focusing my attention on my filled in eyebrows. Of course, my eyebrows weren't naturally black, so it made it hard not to go out without eyebrow liner and filler coloring them in with the right shade and color.

"What are we getting anyway?"

"Uh, some asshole stole one of my SD cards. Has information regarding the Injustice League."

"I can see why you needed me." I said sarcastically.

"Look, he's not into guys, and I don't exactly have the parts that he likes."

"Let me guess, he owns prostitutes."

"Four to be precise."

"And you think I look like a prostitute?"

"No! It's just that-"

"I resemble a slut?"

"No-"

"I act like a whore?"

"Sarah!"

"I'm kidding! God, you are so much bitchier than I remember. Anyway, do you have my ID?"

"Yeah. Your hair still looks wet in the picture but it'll do."

"Good. I also need twenty bucks."

"Why?"

"I need a hair cut."

"Uh, your hair looks fine."

"I'm going to get bangs."

"Why?"

"Because first of all, I'm going to end up fucking up my eyebrows every once in a while, and two, if I did it myself, I'd look like a fucked up prostitute. In your eyes anyway."

"Whatever. We better get going."

I sighed as I looked at the back door of the club.

"Nervous?"

"Maybe."

"Just proves that you haven't had a night off in years."

"You don't think I know that?"

"No, but I don't think that you realize how important taking time off is. Just look at you. Your shivering and covering yourself because your not used to men seeing you in anything but an orange jumpsuit. And your actions aren't just reflecting how long you've been in prison, you also haven't had a relationship of any kind in a while."

"Why did I ever date you?"

"Because I was so much hotter than my brother. And I still am by the way."

"Didn't need to know that." I got out of the car and sighed, breathing in the cold air.

"Don't fuck up, Aalia."

"Do I ever?"

Nearly five minutes later I was in the club and had spotted my target. He was tall, at least six-four, which created a solid relief in the bottom of my stomach to know that the six inch heels Ace had given me were just about the right height.

I walked to the bar and slung my hair over my shoulders and to the right side of my face. The ends were curled loosely and the ends were almost at my waist.

Pulling out the phone he had given me, I texted Ace using the code we had created years ago. I set down the electronic after I told him that I had spotted Leonardo and soon enough the bar tender came over with a drink.

"The man at the other side of the bar bought this for you." He said, setting down a martini and walking away. I knew exactly who had ordered the drink. And at the moment he was walking over to me.

"Didn't know what you liked, but the martini's here aren't bad." Leonardo leaned against the bar and smiled, white teeth flashing extravagantly.

"I suppose you drink a lot then. What would you recommend other than this blood-thirsty drink?" I asked, a small smile forming at the edge of my lips. He laughed.

"Well, personally, I'm more of a foreign guy. Anything Irish is usually something I go for, but you don't look like that type of girl."

"Oh, really? What type of girl do I look like?" I cocked my head and raised a brow, he smiled.

"I see wine or champagne, but people don't usually order those things at bars."

"No shit. I have to say, you are terrible at reading people. I'm more of a Vodka-Whiskey girl. Vodka one night, whiskey the other. And sometimes I screw it all and mix 'em."

"I should work on my reading skills then. Maybe you could teach me."

"I'm not a good teacher. I'm a bad one."

"Just how I like it."

"Then why don't you buy me another drink. One that's a little more my style." He smiled and ordered shots. Before I knew it I was intoxicated, but fully aware of what I was doing.

"I'll be right back," He said, breaking a kiss that I knew I hated. I smiled and nodded, breathing a sigh of relief once he was gone.

"Thank God..." I muttered, looking down at my open palm and staring at the small SD card. Looking around to make sure no one was looking I quickly walked down the hall, passing by multiple V.I.P. rooms and lounges whose doors were almost all closed. I could just imagine what was going on behind them.

Looking down at my phone, I ran into someone, their voice shouting a name I knew, but didn't fully recognize.

"Megan!" The woman screamed, running into me and making me drop the cell phone. I bent down quickly to pick it back up before she saw and looked at her. I froze mid step.

"Sarah?" The blonde muttered, her eyes scanning me with shock. "What...?"

I couldn't keep staring into the young woman's grey eyes as I swerved away and ran out the back. Jumping into the front seat, I stared out the window, mouth open slightly, heart racing, and eyes wider than normal.

"What's wrong?"

"I've just been found."