chapter 7

In the limo, Emery and I did some vodka shots. I have a very high tolerance to alcohol so it takes a lot to get me drunk.

We arrive at club Fire and Ice. I thank Andy for driving us and climbing out of the limo. Once I step out of the limo I hear the pounding music of the club and everyone in the long line looks at me. I get jealous looks from the woman and I get checked out by all the guys.

I follow Emery up to the bouncers. The bouncers smile at my cousin then they look at me they look me up and down.

"You are going to cause trouble Hermosa," one of the bouncers says. He has a Spanish accent and a ring on his finger. (Beautiful)

"Gracias, pero creo que deberías llamar así a tu socio," I tell him. His eyes widen at my Spanish. (Thank you but I think you should call your partner that)

"Hablas español marvillosamente y amo a mi esposa, nunca la engañaría. Además, podría matarme si alguna vez hiciera eso, pero una mujer tan hermosa como tú debería llamarse así, ya sea casada o soltera," he says and I blush.

"Come on LB let's go dance," Emery says before pulling me into the club.

We are standing at the top of the stairs to the dance floor and seating area. Some men see me and stop dance which makes a domino effect. All eyes on me men and woman. The music is still playing but the dancing has stopped.

I guess my dress was the right choice. I am wearing a glittery red dress that is very strappy on the back and that ends on my lower back. It is skin-tight and shows all of the curves of my body.

I paired it with black heels. You can see my tattoos that I have gotten over the years.

I walk down the stairs of the club with Emery behind. The music gets a little louder and people start dancing again. We head for the bar.

I order 5 tequila shots and Emery orders a vodka soda. I look around the club waiting for my shots. I see the VIP lounge with Mason standing overlooking the club and staring straight at me.

The drinks arrive a minute after I notice Mason watching me. I feel his eyes drilling into the back of my head. I down my five shots and order 5 more.

After the five drinks, I feel energized to finally dance.

"Em," I yell over the music.

"What?" she yells back.

"Let's dance," I yell. She nods her head and we get up and go to the middle of the dance floor.

You Da One by Rihanna start playing and I start swaying my hips. I spin around and grab Emery's hands and spin her around. She laughs while I am doing this.

We dance with each other for the whole song. The next starts playing and I began to twerk. I have seen other girls in this club twerking but they are just trying to rub against someone's dick and not doing it when the song calls for it.

After a few dances, Emery leaves me to go use the bathroom and I continue dancing. Am I Wrong comes on and I start singing to the lyrics.  

So am I wrong for thinking that we be something for real?

I continue to sing even though I feel someone's hands on my waist.

That's just how I feel  

That's just how I feel

That's just how I feel Trying to reach the things that I can't see

The song comes to an end and the person who has their hands on my waist are swaying with me. 

I turn around and see a tall man. With tattoos on his arms that continue to his neck. He has chocolate brown hair and dark brown eyes. 

"You sing beautifully," he says. I notice he has friends that are staring at us.

"Thank you," I say but it comes out as a whisper but her heard. 

"Let me get straight to the point," he says. I get a bad feeling in my gut. 

"You want to have sex?" I ask trying to make the feeling in my gut go away. 

"No, I know who you are and who your parents are specifically your father," he tells me. 

"I...I do not know what you mean," I tell him. 

"I think you do," He says before grabbing my arm and squeezing tightly. I know that is going to leave a bruise. 

I let my instincts take over and kick him in balls then trust the hand that was holding me to the right until it is on the verge of breaking. I kick him again and run trying to find Emery.

I run to the bathrooms and bump into someone. "Brooke, what's wrong?" Zach asks. I see Emery behind him looking worried. 

My face probably looks very scarred and angry. "S...Someone k...knows who ...m...my f...father is," I pant. 

"Okay, well I am taking you up stairs and you need ice for your arm," he says. 

I look at my arm and where the guy squeezed my arm is already a very red mark. I follow him up the stairs with Emery next to me. I look around the club and see the man who threatened me starring at me with a pissed-off expression. 

I step onto the landing of the stairs at the VIP lounge and all eyes are on me. I look around there there is a bar at the other side of the lounge with maroon and black leather couches through out the space. 

"Hey Nora can I have ice," Zach asks the waitress. 

"Zach I do not need that," I tell him. 

"Really?" he asks.

"It does not hurt. That dick got more hurt than I did," I tell him before going and sitting on a black chair besides the couches were all the gang members are sitting and a red-haired girl and blonde girl. 

The waitress comes over and hands me and ice pack I just put on the table next to me. 

"Brooke I hope you know that when you walked in you were the center of the hole club. Your famous," a brown-skinned boy tells me. 

"Umm I am already famous," I tell him. 

"Really what are you famous for?" The perv named Sam asked me. He had the blonde-haired girl on his lap. 

"I am a part-time modal," I tell him. 

"Really," the brown-skinned boy says.

"Yes Brian she is," Zach says sitting besides him on the couch. 

"Are you single?" a strawberry blonde boy asks me. 

"Yes," I tell him. 

Emery comes and sits down on the chair opposite me and hands me a bloody mary. She mouths 'you're going to need it' and I mouth back 'thank you'. 

"What happened?" the red-haired girl asked. I look at her and see that she is starring at my arm. All the boys attention went to my arm. 

"A dick decided to scare me. I think he wanted to kidnap me?" I tell her. 

"Brooke what did he look like?" Zach asked. 

"Tats up and down both of his arm and around his neck. Chocolate brown hair and probably wants to kill me for making him not being able to have children anytime soon," I tell him before taking a sip of my drink.

"What did you do cut off his dick?" Sam asked with a smirk. 

"No I kicked him in balls then tristed his rist then kicked him in the balls again," I tell the boys. 

They all look startled and scarred. 

"Don't worry as long as you do not threatened me I will not do that," I say with a smirk. 

"Wow you are violent," the blonde girl mumbles. 

"Oh no I would not call myself violent I would call myself protective and a take-no-bullshit person," I tell her.

"Em let's do shots," I say to Emery. 

"LB no. You know I am very tipsy and your still sober so you can do it and I will continue drinking my cosmopolitan," she says. 

"Fine," I look for the waiter and wave my hands to grab her attention. She walks over in a very short black dress that is see-through of her breasts. 

"What would you like?" she asks. 

"I will like 10 of your strongest shots," I tell her. She nods her hair and walks over to the bartender. 

After 10 minutes she brings me a tray of 10 shots and enforms me that these are Tequila shots. She places them on the table in front of me. I put some salt on the back of my hand and lick. 

"You think you can take 10 shots?" Mason asks me. 

"Yes I have done before with scotch," I reply before downing the first shot. 

I pick of lime and suck. I continue this for all 9 shots. I am starting to feel tipsy but not fully drunk. 

"Hey, Can she have 10 vodka shots," Emery yells at the bartender. I look at her she shrugs her shoulders. "It takes a lot to get you drunk and I am already," she tells me. 

The bartender brings the 10 shots over and gives me a napkin. I look at it and it has his number on it. 

"You gonna date him?" Brian asks.

"No not my type," I reply. 

I down all the shots and now I am tipsy. 

"How are you feeling LB?" Emery asks. 

I smirk. "I feel like I could sing on the top my lungs and strip and run," I tell her. 

She laughs. "I finally get to see you drunk," she tells me. 

I think about the multiple times I was drunk. Dancing on the table with Rose my best friend or when we played strip poker and everyone say me in my lacy bra and panties. 

"You may see some things you do not want," I tell her. 

"You're drunk?" Zach asks looking worried and annoyed.

"Yup," I reply and stand. Everyone looks at me. "Do not worry I will be back," I tell them and walk out of the VIP lounge to find someone to bring up.