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I asked instead of saying something sarcastic like my smartass wanted to. “There’s a mole inside your club,” she said – and instantly had my full attention. Say---what?! “I know who it is.” Well, that’s just fucking fantastic! My evening just went from bad to fucking Terra Nova! Not only do I have to rely on a woman to get me down from here, but now I have to take her with me and be stuck with her. “And I know what they’re planning to do with Britney Cooper and Grace Carlson,” she continued, making me frown in confusion. Who the fuck was--- oh right! Cracker’s real name was Britney! Forgot about that for a second there…

Crimson asked in a drunked state as she pointed at the wine bottle in her hand and laughed dejectedly. The STARLET band was a roller coaster of problems on its own, the members who seemed like sisters on the outside are actually not friendly with each other at all. The group consist of five members in total Amber Wu, Kristen Xi, Lunette Wu who is a step sister to amber, Pearl Lin and Crimson Lee. The group was however divided Into two, with Amber Wu Pearl Lin, and Kristen Xi being the toughest ones who only crawl and worship at Amber feet as their leader. Lunette and Crimson however are good friends and stick to each other, P.S Amber and Lunette are two sworn enemies although they are sister

I had already gotten a taste of the group's hostility, and I didn't want to experience it again. Brian took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes. "Let me tell you a story," he said, his voice low and serious. "That group of women, they used to be part of a gang on the outside. They were involved in all sorts of criminal activity, from robbery to extortion." Zoe nodded, her eyes wide with emphasis. "And then, one of them got caught and ratted out the rest of the gang. They all ended up in here, and they've been causing trouble ever since."

Listening to other patients — wealthy executives who had destroyed marriages through sex addiction, celebrities who had lost everything to escorts and orgies, normal people whose lives had spiraled out of control — made me see my own story with horrifying clarity. When it was my turn to share, I spoke for nearly forty minutes, voice trembling, about how I had started as Liam’s curious girlfriend exploring fantasies and ended up as the Gangbang Princess who threw away the love of her life for the thrill of being used by dozens of men. One older man in the group looked at me with kind but firm eyes and said,

I had already gotten a taste of the group's hostility, and I didn't want to experience it again. Brian took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes. "Let me tell you a story," he said, his voice low and serious. "That group of women, they used to be part of a gang on the outside. They were involved in all sorts of criminal activity, from robbery to extortion." Zoe nodded, her eyes wide with emphasis. "And then, one of them got caught and ratted out the rest of the gang. They all ended up in here, and they've been causing trouble ever since."

"Get your hands off my woman. She'll ground you guys from visits if you're not careful." Rocky placed a loud smacking kiss to her cheek and she laughingly pushed him away. It was nice to see the change in her and Krispin. The band's first baby was another positive. Five years ago we never saw this coming. Our fame was our downfall, but now our lives were about more than the band. It was about family, friendship, and music-in that order. These kinky guys were my friends and family all rolled into one. Of the group, only Wade played at my home on occasion. I knew Machala enjoyed our scenes with Wade and I didn't mind giving into her fantasy. She was the only woman I'd ever limited sharing.

The coldness of the metallic weapon sends a chill down my spine, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up. “What’s your name?” he hisses and glares coldly at me. Behind him, his men start to drag the women from other families out of the little circle where father and mother huddle. There are whimpers and tears as the helpless women get torn from the grasps of their loved ones. One of the mafias laughs as he binds their trembling wrists; each with a thick brown rope and ties them all together so they all line up one after another like lamb going for slaughter.

they would say, but we would laugh and generally have a good time. After the fights we always attended the celebrations and parties and there were plenty of groupies to choose from to entertain you afterwards. They didn’t complain too much since they started betting on me and made the money back that they had lost on themselves. Josh had put it in explicit terms when I had asked him about the women at the fights. “Them’s what you call groupies, man, they are mostly outcasts themselves, generally just looking for a good time, but hey, they wolves, enjoy yourself. Once we get this business up and running, we’ll find ourselves some respectable wives,” he had said to me and I had just laughed.

I shrugged to show my indifference, and she grabbed my hand to pull me to the car. Inside the vehicle sat my closest girls. It was funny how tight we'd become in a relatively short amount of time. Ronnie and I had known each other since Jesus was a baby, but the others didn't become part of our tribe until a few months ago...now, I couldn't imagine my life without them. I'd even developed a liking for their significant others...for the most part. But I had to admit, it was nice to think I was getting the core of our group minus the additions. They sang out my name in a chorus of welcomes when I slid into the back seat next to Beck. She grabbed my hand with a gentle squeeze and offered me a s

"What kind." "The kind that travels." He placed a phone on my desk, screen up. A message thread — names I recognised, men from adjacent circles, the kind of people who kept one foot in legitimate business and one foot in everything else. The kind of people whose conversations I monitored precisely because they were the first place information leaked before it became public. I read it. Three exchanges. Clipped, careful language that said everything in what it didn't say outright. Kingsley's keeping a girl. Confirmed — saw her at the Harrington gala. Young. Nobody knows who she is. Word is she's not there by choice.