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My car pulls into the lot and the brakes squeal as I come to a halt. Fuck off, how much more shit can go wrong? I get out of the car and slam the door with anger. I hear something rattle when I do and cringe at what I can only imagine will cost a fortune. I storm inside and see Chanel sitting at the bar, flirting with Kyle. He’s our hot bartender and every girl here has tried to sleep with him, except me.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s fucking gorgeous, built, and covered in tattoos, I just haven’t wanted anything to do with dick in a long time. Or pussy for that matter. I’ve had my head stuck in my finances and had no time to fucking think of anything else.
"Tempest!" Chanel calls out as she hurries to follow me into the back. "Everyone is talking about you today."
"Is that right?" I ask over my shoulder.
"Is it true? Did Raiden choose you?"
I stop abruptly and turn to face Chanel just as she stops herself from crashing into me.
"What the fuck does that mean?" I growl into her face. Everyone wants to fucking talk but not one person can give me an answer.
"It means he wants you at his party, you don't have to go through the choosing." She shrugs.
"What the actual fuck is a choosing?"
"They have certain tastes. One likes the big girls, another likes the more ethnic. Stuff like that."
"All for a fucking birthday party?" I throw my hands up.
"It's Deluge, they were a huge rock band in the nineties." Chanel's brow lifts at my ignorance.
"Never heard of them." I couldn't afford a fucking CD player or whatever it is these old fuckers released their music on. And my parents weren’t huge into music, mostly just drugs and alcohol.
"Look them up! Some of their shit is dark but so good."
"I'll pass." Considering one of them tried to scar me for life last night.
I strut into the dressing room and the chatter amongst the girls dies down.
"Spit it out." I growl as I storm to my vanity.
"Are you going to take the job?" Queen calls out.
"Depends, if the amount of money offered offsets the fact that one of them threw a knife at me." I spit out.
"That's only happened one other time here." Tiny says as she sways to my side. "They made it worth my while, baby girl."
"They threw a knife at you, too?" I swing around in my chair.
"No," she rolls her eyes. "I had one sticking out of my tire."
"What the fuck?" I exhale and shake my head.
"They paid me more than enough to fix it." She smirks.
"Why does Raiden want to stick his knife everywhere?" I mutter and Tiny gasps.
"Raiden threw his knife at you?"
"Yes girl, I thought you got one too?" Is she stoned?
"I got one from Squall, he's the bassist and he likes 'em squishy." She taps her large breasts. "From what I know, Raiden has never chosen."
"Chosen for what?" I ask, exasperated.
"I can't talk about it." Tiny all of a sudden freezes up. "They made us sign an NDA."
