Note to self- Burn all the vinyl clothing you own. Quick recap- the big red retard left me to play follow the leader through American Gothic (more like American Circus) ,which is so damn packed it is like trying to find space in a sardine can, and I am in this G.D. black vinyl get-up from hell in a possible one hundred and four degree club. Fat girls can only stand so much heat. ‘Fuck this’ I thought leaving where ever the hell I was and making a B-line for the bar. “Yo, shot of vodka” I yelled over the music once I reached the bar.

The bartender, an ugly brunette, looked me up and down. Now I didn’t look anywhere near twenty-one or a size zero. I am an eighteen year old size whatever that fits who is naturally attractive but aint drop dead gorgeous. I am a work in progress and “straight?”

Always can manage to get a free drink. “Yea and keep them coming.” Thank god for boobs and a vagina.

Anyway once I had tanked three shots of vodka and got my creative juices flowing, I decided it was about time I found Littman. Stumbling, I just about bumped into every person I came in contact with. I think I would always regret those shots because if my senses weren’t impaired, I would have never bumped in to one of the last people I had ever hoped to see.

“Hey babe, we need to talk”

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Mr. Cross was not in a very good mood. He was quite livid actually. He was so friggin pissed that he swore that he was going to kill someone tonight. The little bitch just had to bring that up. ‘Fuckin slut, all of them… make her wish she never messed with me…merde.’

Viper was a Casanova, a ladies man, a player. He liked girls; they were weak, pretty, smelled nice, and could be freaks in the sheets if trained right. That was until he met Violet Summers. Violet was like a goddess among mortals. She had gorgeous pale blue eyes on smooth un-scathed porcelain skin. Her hair was a wondrous lush white blond that ran down her back in thick perfect curls. Her eyes sat wide on a heart shaped face, and her body tall and lean. She was a sight to behold and between her looks, charm, wit, and the beautiful Amsterdam spring, Viper fell in love with Violet.

He messed up. He knew all women were snakes, yet he let her snake her way in to his bed and most importantly, his heart, and in the end not only did he get his heart broken but he got burned as well. It turned out that Violet was a mercenary working for his target that at the time couldn’t be stopped.

When all was said and done, Violet disappeared, Viper got burned, and the child prodigy got all of his glory. Four years in and he gets burned only to be replaced and upstaged by a fifteen year old brat. Hell he did all the work, and she swept in and stole his glory.

But she will get hers. The magnificent Viper Cross would get his glory back and make a mockery of the child prodigy.

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Cass was drunk, it was obvious. And the man leading her out of the club was anything but. Tall, dark, and imposing, his demeanor reeked with power and masculinity. All the women, the ones who knew they were better than Cass, were miffed by the fact that some fat, vinyl wearing, black slut was able to steal the best catch in the whole damn club away from them.

The man pulled Cassie all through the club and out of the building. Holding her up he waited for the valet to bring his car around. Soon a jet black Lamborghini revved in front of the man. After securing his guest in the car, they disappeared into the night.

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David Littman was a short, pudgy, balding, perverse man. He was exactly what viper figured he would look like. An old man parading around as a hipster, how sad. David eyeballed Viper from his seat.

Currently Viper and David were in American Gothic’s most exclusive V.I.P. lounge, David’s office. The room was impressive; it overlooked the dance floor, allowing one to see everything that happened while blocking out the horrid trash that the current generation liked. The luxurious yet cozy office set the tone of business.

“So, I see your partner is not with you” David noted raising an eyebrow. “The child prodigy couldn’t up” Viper spat.

David’s face stayed impassive. “It was a great mistake for you to leave her down there. I fear that she may have been intercepted. And we both know who would be at fault if the one Government’s best assassin was taken from them.”

Viper’s position grew strong and stony; he forgot about that.

“The child prodigy is a very hot commodity. Everyone wants that girl on their side because her record looks so damn good on paper. Lucky for you she is safe” David continued staring at Viper.

Confused yet angry, Viper glared at David. “So you have her then” he bit out. David sighed and stood up. “No, I don’t.”

Viper ran a hand through his hair violently. Frustrated he was about to speak only to be cut off by David. “It seems like you have forgotten much about this business, Viper. And the situation you have gotten yourself into…” David stopped to sigh once more. Walking over to Viper, he grabbed his hand. “Good luck finding Quest.”