Hey everyone, so this is the story I've been working on. Just tell me your thoughts and everything..

It's different to my usual stuff so..

The cars drove past me and I smiled, at the comforting sound of traffic and the glow of neon lights. Walking down the street, trying not to stumble on my heels, I couldn't help but smile at how much I adored this damn city. I grinned and lowered my head slightly, as I drew closer to my destination. I flicked my wrist, watching as the embers from my cigarette danced across the pavement. I brought the addicting stick to my lips once more, taking a drag and then crushing it under my shoes.

Swaying my hips the only way I knew how, I walked up the steps to the club.

"Hey there Sam," I said with a smile, throwing in a wink.

He grinned and opened the door for me, "Heya Boss"

"No trouble tonight Sam," I said over my shoulder, "Keep watch"

"Always do" I heard him cheekily answer, as I made my way across the floor. Various people were cleaning up and I smiled, greeting them all in some way. I walked across to the bar, inspecting how shiny the floor was, before dropping into one of the numerous steel seats.

"Evening boss," Damian greeted me, his heavy accent never ceasing to amaze me. I nodded at the barman, as he continued to dry the glasses. He was a good guy, one of the best barmen I knew. People loved to talk to him, tell him everything they know and pour out any worries they had. He was an asset.

"Cameron coming in tonight to help?" I asked, leaning on my elbows and fluttering my eyelashes at him.

"Aw," He laughed, "C'mon Boss, you know that doesn't work on me"

I smiled good-naturedly and pulled away, "Is he?"

"Sick as a dog," He replied, wrinkling his nose, "Spewing all over the apartment last I saw"

"Damn," I sighed and frowned around the club, "You can't run the bar alone"

"Lindsay said she'd help," Damian shrugged, "That alright?"

I paused and thought it over; usually she would be in the kitchen and helping out our two chefs but people talked to her too. She wasn't bad but sometimes, people hated her and I mean really hated her. I looked over at her, God bless her soul, and she was cleaning one of the tables.

"Alright," I said with a shrug, "You seen Mars?"

"Warming up" Damian smiled and placed the last glass up behind him, "She's sounding amazing too Boss"

"She better," I grumbled, "The amount I'm paying her, and you'd think her damn voice could turn things into gold"

Damian laughed and turned away from me, wiping down the other edge of the bar. I stood up and surveyed the club, with a bit of pride. I loved this club, it was like my baby and I liked the people in it. I walked over to the back, through my office and into the small changing room.

Marissa sat in front of a small, gritty mirror. She looked at me in the mirror, before spinning around and smiling at me nervously. Half her make up was done and right now, I found it hard to contain my laughter.

"Shit Marissa," I laughed, "You've been working here two years, isn't it about time you stopped being nervous?"

"I'm just feeling a bit under the weather," She sighed and turned back towards the mirror. I nodded and watched her apply the rest of her make up, before she stood and started rifling through the tiny closet.

"There won't be any trouble tonight?" She asked, "Right Boss?"

"Sam's on the door like always," I responded.

"That isn't what I meant" She replied and pulled out a red dress. I smiled and nodded my head, flipping my hair.

"Go with black instead," I suggested, nodding my head towards the one. She pulled it out and looked at it curiously.

"It's slimming" She smiled.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "You been eating?"

She nodded her head and laid the dress down, before slipping off her jumper.

"Good," I snapped, "And start with Hate on me"

"Whatever you say Boss" She replied, as I walked out of the room and back into my office. I smiled, as I sat down in my chair.

This place, took up most of my time but I wouldn't have it any other way, I loved the place completely. The phone began to ring and I picked it up, before leaning back in my comfy and pleasurable chair. I slipped my feet up and studied my heels, on top of my desk. I grinned once more, before barking into the phone.

"Hello?" I barked. Sure I was nice to people in my club or my friends, but other people hell no. I had a history and many people didn't like me, not that I wanted them too.

"Emily" The voice responded, making me freeze up instantly.

"What do you want?" I hissed into the phone, my feet dropping off the desk almost painfully. I heard a chuckle on the end of the phone and then silence; the bitch was playing with me.

"Might come around tonight," The voice responded, "You've been poaching and well, I do want those customers back"

"You stay the hell away from my club," I snapped and slammed the phone down, running my hands through my hair. I pulled off my heels and grabbed the boots, which were always under my desk. I thrust open my desk draw and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with the lighter that always sat on my desk. I took a long drag and thought for a moment, before putting it out.

I opened the top draw and pulled out the gun, sliding it into the inside pocket of my jacket. I bit down on my lip hard and walked out of the office, slamming the door. Everyone's head's shot up and they watched as I walked up to the second story, I leant over the metal rail.

"They might be coming tonight," I informed the whole club, which lulled into stunned silence.

"No one starts anything unless I say," I continued, "But stay armed and, you all know who they are. Don't even think about selling to them, I meant it"

I heard people mumble 'yes's' and I smiled, looking around the club in pride.

This club wasn't what it seemed and Thank God the police hadn't caught on, I was lucky in so many ways. This club, despite it being my baby was just a simple cover. I wasn't a club owner, who just did this because she loved to keep people entertained into the wee hours of the morning.

Clubs were the best places to hide gangs and all the shady dealings, we delved in.

Thoughts? Ideas? Anything?