Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
The drive back to the club is infuriating, and I blame my white knuckles on that instead of the obvious anxiety that is thurmming through my veins. 
The clubs and bars are all at around closing time, so the patrons are stumbling from doors to cabs as I pull around the block to park. I'm still dressed in my skirt,top, and heels when I make my way to the door. 
"You're coming in a little too late. Club's closed." The bouncer says while helping a young girl into a waiting cab. 
"I gotta see Maverick." I say, my voice coming out almost hollow. A part of me is hoping he tells me to get the hell out so I can go home and get some sleep. Nobody is going to cap him for the next 12 hours so maybe this is a 'come back later' kind of thing. 
The bouncer asses me, glacing over my body, not in sexual way but in a threat way. He looks like his name is Danger but in a more sarcastic way. Not sure why, but it fits. Danger is looking at me really hard now.
I grumble under my breath when I don't see a hint of lust in his gaze. I guess that means I can't flash him to let me in. I guess I should be glad he's assessing me as a threat; bonus points for that. 
Whatever Danger was looking at me for, he seems to find or maybe not find, but he then responds, "I'll take you to him." 
I follow Danger as he weaves between the staff and tables until we make it to a staircase. I take this time to asses the club now that the music isn't blaring and the lights are normal. The place is how you would expect a club to be–nothing special. What I do know is that this club is only an ant. The real money is going from somewhere else–smuggling? Laundering maybe? 
As we make our way up the stairs, voices come through a little louder. There's a deep voice mumbling something when a lighter voice breaks out laughing. I hear a thud and more laughing as a few people move around the room. 
Danger puts his hand out to stop me then continues to walk forward, opening the door. 
The voices and movement cease as soon as the doorknob moves. Danger must say something into the room because I hear a few murmured voices. Finally Danger comes out ands nods his head as I step into the room. The door closes behind me and suddenly it is way too silent. It takes a second to realize its because I'm holding my breath.
I'm not normally scared, because in my line of work I never do a face to face. No one really knows who I am so its not Lilah in the trade, its Ghost. 
"I-uh I wanted to speak to Maverick." I say, trying to slow my heartbeat as I take in the four men in the room. 
The one closest to my right is sitting on a couch glaring at me with knives in his eyes. His eyes are a deep brown almost black in complete contrast with his light silver hair that is longer on top, and shaved on the sides. He's wearing a black suit, the black shirt underneath is unbuttoned showing off tattoos that climb up his neck
The next man to his right is leaning against the wall, a small smile on his face almost like this is the most amusing thing to witness. He has a pair of grey sweatpants on with a plain white t shirt. His arms flex as his chests moves, holding in the quiet laughter that is threatening to erupt from his mouth. He has cropped blond hair with bright blue eyes .
The man to my left is crouched low on the floor spinning a knife in his hand as he looks at me with deep curiosity. I don't particuculalry like the look which he seems to notice because he smirks at me. His brown curls fall over his forehead, making his light green eyes look dark. He's wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt that hugs his frame perfectly. He is covered in tattoos, from the tips of his fingers to part of his neck, ears, and face. He has a silver septum piercing that glistens in the office light.