"Check out the little girl lost out there." My boy Rich was laughing at some chick down on the floor.
I didn't give a fuck about any them though. My job was to keep the peace in the club and a few times a week I got to box downstairs in the cage. I've been working security in this club since I was sixteen. The owner was an old friend of my father's and after he saw me fight one day, he took me under his wing.
My whole life I was groomed to be the CEO of a multimillion-dollar shipping company and I wasn't going to waste my youth while I had it. I did actually enjoy the business with my father, but I knew how demanding it was.
Growing up I had five step moms and three half-sisters. My father didn't have time for a wife yet always made time for his mistresses. He wasn't altogether a bad man though, just a shitty husband. While he was busy at work, or banging his secretary, I got into my own trouble. Bikes and boxing were my passions. I could rebuild any motor on two wheels and won almost every fight I entered.
Soon those days would be my past and board meetings would be my future though.
"Shit! We got trouble." Rich smacked my arm then pointed to the local gang manhandling a girl that looked to be twelve. This is going to be interesting.
"Who let a child in here? Check the bouncers out front and make sure they are actually carding everyone properly." I rolled my eyes heading to the back.
One gang ran most of the streets down here. Their epic name was the 42nd street gang. The second most powerful was the 31st street gang. As you can tell these were real intelligent men. I hated dealing with them, but it was my job to keep the peace, especially since this club, El Diablo, was one of the few clubs on neutral territory.
I quieted my steps as I approached the room to hear what was going on. I have to handle gang bullshit carefully or I could end up on their list. The one list no one ever wanted to be on.
"Where the fuck is the bag?" Jose was holding the young girl by her light brown hair and practically spitting in her face. He was such a prick. One you didn't piss off. I was beyond curious what this child did to get on his bad side.
"I... I don't... please Mister I don't know." That shaky voice sounded so familiar. It can't be her, please God, not that annoying mouse scared of her own shadow.
I tilted my head in the door and sure enough it was Ella fucking Jones from high school. She always walked around like a lost puppy totally clueless about everything.
Jose backhanded her across the face and that stupid girl scrambled on the ground grabbing a gun. Even a small child wouldn't fear someone like Ella holding a gun. I quickly jumped into the room standing between Ella and Jose. I swear if that little brat gets me killed, I will destroy her.
"What is going on here?" I looked down at Ella and shook my head no. Was she out of her mind? You don't pull a gun on Jose. Her big hazel eyes had tears about to spill over in them as she looked at me in shock.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Eros. Just playing with our little toy." Jose and his men laughed behind me.
"I have.... a gun.... I'll..." the lost little girl stuttered with shaky hands pointing the gun at the floor. She wasn't even a little intimidating.
"I went to school with this girl and I knew her brother for a while. Tell me what she owes you and I'll get it for you." I sighed, turning to look at Jose.
I knew the second those words left my mouth I would regret it. Every fucking time I crossed paths with Ella I ended up bailing her out of some kind of trouble. This had to be the worst shit she has got into so far though.
"Her brother took what was mine and I want it back. She had until midnight to deliver it or she dies." Jose smirked at Ella. Who was still on the floor looking like a harmless twelve-year-old. She was so fucking hopeless it was pathetic.
"Give me until the end of the week and I'll retrieve it for you." I don't know why I keep helping this girl.
"You have until Friday Eros, or I want 300k cash."
My eyes widened. 300k? What the fuck did her brother do this time? He died over a month ago. How did he owe Jose anything?
"Friday." I nodded and Jose left with his men.
I turned to face the girl that somehow became the most annoying little sister I never wanted. I had three younger sisters and all of them combined didn't give me the grief this one did.
"Get up!" I yelled at her.
"Ok, sorry." She fumbled to her feet then brushed her hands over her skirt. She tried pulling it down some with her gun dangling from her fingers. I clenched my jaw checking out her smooth tan legs. I don't think she has ever shown them off before.
"Is that even real?"
"Yes!" She answered quickly, not meeting my eyes.
"Ella!"
"It's real, Eros. You didn't have to do that either. I could have handled that creep." She tried speaking confidently, but her voice was still shaky.
My hand reached out pinching the barrel. Yup, fucking plastic.
"You came into a strip club, with an illegal underground fight club, carrying a fake gun to threaten one of the most powerful gang leaders in California. Are you really that fucking stupid?" My anger was through the fucking the roof.
"No! I'm a good person, Eros. Sorry if I don't know how to handle gang bangers." She raised her voice slightly with tears.
"Gang bangers? Doll that is so far off... just stop a moment." My hand wiped down my face. This fucking girl drives me insane.
My eyes raked up and down her body realizing what she was wearing. "Is that your school uniform with a hello kitty shirt? Why the fuck would you wear that to a place like this?"
She looked shyly at herself trying to pull her skirt down some more. It was well below her upper thighs. She had a woman's body, but dressed like a twelve-year-old. No one was checking her out other than to laugh at her.
"Maybe. I didn't know what to wear. This is the only skirt I had. I thought it was kind of... you know." She nodded her head like I had any fucking clue what she was talking about.
"No Ella, I don't know. You look like a little child."
She shrugged her shoulders. "I rolled the skirt up once." She pointed to her waist which had a clear bulge under her shirt from where she rolled it.
Why did this girl have to move next store to me six years ago?
"Go home!" I ordered her then walked out.
That was stupid. I walked back to her and grabbed her by the arm to escort her out. No way in hell was she walking out of here alive by herself.
"Ow, you're hurting my arm Eros!" She whined as I dragged her behind me. I swear I'll do so much worse than hurt her arm.
"Shut up Ella before I fucking gag you. Every time I see your face, you're in some kind of shit and I have to bail you out." We walked out the door and I waved for a car to come.
"This isn't my fault. My brother did something and now those gang bangers want me to fix it. Should I just give up and let them kill me?" She looked at me annoyed then rolled her eyes. Finally, an ounce of a back bone. It fucking annoyed me she was giving me an attitude though.
I slammed her against the car. "They will do much worse than kill you, Ella. Go the fuck home and stay away from all this."
"I can't. They came to my house and threatened to burn it down with my parents inside if I didn't get them this bag." Tears slowly dropped out of her eyes. I really fucking hated it when she cried, which she did a lot.
"What bag?"
"I don't know. You were closer with my brother than I was." Now she leaned her head on my shoulder and cried into it. She was so fucking annoying.
"I get off at 2. I'll stop by after work to figure this shit out."
"2 am? I'll be sleeping. I can't have a boy over that late anyways."
Is she fucking serious? "Aren't you like twenty? We aren't little kids. Besides your parents will know I'm not there for that reason." I looked at her up and down then smiled. I wasn't really attracted to her, but I was a guy and could fuck just about any chick I was so fucking horny all the time.
"I'm nineteen and I'll leave my window unlock."
"I'm not climbing in your window."
"Then come by in the afternoon, like a normal person."
"Just go!" I pushed her head down into the car. I needed to get away from her.
Ella Jones was the girl everyone picked on in school. Half way through her freshman year it seemed like every day someone was pushing her, putting gum in her hair, slapping her books out of her hands, or some other stupid shit. She always just took it and never fought back.
I hated weak people just as much as I hated bullies. I never really got involved in other people's shit but then some of my boys tried assaulting her. They thought they could hold her down while groping her breast. If I hadn't shown up, I know they would of went further. Ella was fucking annoying, but I wouldn't just stand there as someone got assaulted like that.
After that day she became my shadow. We rarely spoke but I knew she stayed close by me. Since she didn't bother me, I let her be. Plus, I knew she wouldn't be hurt if I was close by. Ella was the type of weak girl assholes would eat up for the fun of it.
Then I found out all the harassing was started by her brother, Damien. He was a dick and didn't like the new step mom or little sister he instantly got.
We lived next store and our dads were friends, but I wasn't that close to him. I think because we knew each other since birth we felt an obligation to be friends. Once he started messing with gangs, I cut him out. Damien had a dark side to him that I wanted no part of.
About a month ago Damien was found on the streets with three bullets to the chest. No one knows what happened but even the police knew it was gang related. Damien had potential to be something but decided to waste it all for some power in a stupid city gang.
"You know that little girl?" Rich met me back at our spot on top of the lights to watch over the club.
"Unfortunately. She is Damien Diaz's little sister."
"No shit! I didn't know he had a sister."
"They aren't really related. His dad married her mom. She's been a fucking thorn in my side since she moved here."
"What did she do piss off Jose?"
"Nothing. Damien stole something and Jose wants Ella to find it. She'll be dead before she even knows where to look."
"Why would Jose want a twelve-year-old to find what Damien lost? Seems a bit low, even for Jose."
"She's not twelve first off and I doubt Jose knows how fucking clueless she is. I'll figure it out though."
"You're going to help the little chick?" He raised his eyebrows at me.
"I can't just let her die." I shrugged him off and walked away.
Three hours left in my shift then I need to start figuring out this bullshit Damien left his sister. Even if it was a stranger I couldn't just walk away. The fact it was Ella in trouble irritated me to no end. She always sat around in her rainbows and unicorn outlook of the world waiting for someone to help her, and that someone was usually me.
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