My cell phone rings.

"Jo here!"

"It's Reagan, we need you to take Sammy out again. She's requesting you."

"Fuck, alright,10g's?." I ask.

"Yeah. Same shit different location. Ill send a car for 8pm you're going to Nowadays in Ridgewood a high class black tie event. "

"K." I reply and hang up.

I get suited up, this time in a black tux with a stupid looking bow tie. I always look like such a loser in these outfits, like James Bond I guess, I tuck two pistols into their holsters and put the harness on, with my suit jacket over top. Grabbing some cologne, Paco Rabanne Million Dollar, I give myself a couple sprays and look in the mirror. Everything seems pretty good except for my hair, which is all over the place. I honestly never put much effort into it, it always seems to go the way I like it naturally, spiked at the front shorter in the back with side burns...simple...I try to avoid sitting at the barber shop, so I have taught myself how to shave my own head the way I like it. There's too much gossip in those places and the girls always jump at the opportunity to converse about how much I work out, or where I work out, or what I do for a living?. Like I'm interesting to them. I don't got time for that shit.

After some convincing I decided to put some gel in this mop on my head and spike it up nicely. I do the best I can, satisfied with my construction work I head over to the fridge for some beer.

Empty. Damn. I guess I finished everything off in self pity last night after Katy stormed out. Fuck. I'm such an asshole.

I keep repeating this to myself, as if the look on her face after what I did was carved into my heart. It pains me to think about hurting her, I didn't mean to. I just got carried away and it's in my nature to be aggressive and wild, but not THAT aggressive. Stupid.

My phone rings.

"Yeah?!"

"We're here!" Click.

Time to go.

We arrive at Sammy's house, she's looking rather hoe-ish tonight in a very short tight black dress she keeps pulling down over her ass, with white high heels and red lipstick.

"Jo!!" She squeals through the rolled down window, she swings open the door and hops in the back of the limo with me and we begin to drive.

"Hi Sammy."

She sits down and scoots over close to me putting a hand on my thigh.
"I missed you!" She smiles, I can see lipstick stains on her teeth, did she eat her makeup or something?

"Did you miss me?" She asks.

"Something like that." I pull my eyes away from her. She is disgusting me right now.

"I knew it! Are you ready to have some fun tonight? Maybe we can go back to your place after."

"I don't think so Sammy, you're a little too young for me and I don't get involved with my clients."

"Oh ya? Well maybe a drink or two can persuade you." She winks at me. I shake my head.

The limo driver rolls down the back window.
"We're here."

"Eeee!" Sammy squeals and pushes the door open before we even stop. "Come on Jo! The girl's want to meet you."

Girls? Fuck sake. She brought more clones with her to drape over my arms. Ten G's I keep repeating in my head as I step out of the car. Sure enough there were five more girls dressed up just like Sammy waving me over to them. They hoard me all talking at once, asking ditsy questions in their ditsy voices. I'm getting frustrated.

"Ladies! Let's get going" I say acknowledging them, trying to move things along. They giggle.

"Oh my god Sammy! He is so fucking hot! You were right! When you're done with him let me know." She winks at me and grabs my arm. Sammy grabs the other. Now I'm being courted into the event with three girls on either side of me. Ok, I'm not going to lie, I felt a little badass walking into the room with six girls attached to me and it sure caused a lot of attention. People were staring at me like I was some kind of big rich man...So this is what it feels like.

We get inside the lounge area and are immediately stopped by security.

"ID please." He says.

I show him my ID and another piece that gets us through with no problems. Since this party is partially hosted by Sammy's father, we are considered more than VIP.

"Thank you, sir, let me know if you need anything." He says.

He shows us in and the girls scatter leaving me behind. Well that didn't last long. I follow behind Sammy keeping a good distance but making sure she stays in my view. It is 8pm and she is already into the shots...Perfect...

I follow her outside to the garden area. It is nicely decorated with string lights above us and cocktail tables situated in different areas. It was flourishing with shrubs and bushes making you feel like you were somewhere tropical. There was a slight problem though, it was packed with people, which made it a little difficult to keep an eye on Sammy.

I spot her a few feet from the bar chatting up some guys more her age. Sammy should be there for a while so I head over to the bar on my left and get a drink.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asks.

"Rum and coke."

She nods and whips ones up for me flipping the bottle around a bit before dowsing the coke with rum.
"Nice." I say, handing her some cash and a tip.

I turn my view to Sammy again. She still in the same place flirting with those guys who seem to be getting a little more touchy as she goes on. One runs a finger down her back to her tailbone as he leans in to whisper something in her ear. I keep my eyes on him, analyzing his moves. Anything further than that I'm to intervene and he looks like the type of guy I'd knock the fuck out. Greasy, sly, and charming all of the characteristics of a "predator" and he definitely had Sammy fooled.

I scan the room for any other signs of a threat. But stop half way as my eyes fall onto the ass gorgeous brunette standing across the room from me. She is wearing a backless silver lace dress coming down to the floor with a slit up the side. I stare, completely memorized at her hip to waist ratio, and the urge to see the rest of her becomes unbearable.

"Good evening everyone! I hope you are all enjoying yourselves. Tonight we have a special guest singing for you, can everyone welcome, Katy Harlow, and The Harlow Shuffle!"

I wince at the name Katy and frantically look around for "her". Why does she have to be here? But to my surprise the girl was staring so eagerly at before, was her... Damn. She turns around with that wall melting smile. So pure and pristine. Her emerald eyes and rose lips steal me away from everything. I lose myself in her again, but this time there was pain with it, but it wasn't caused by her, it was caused by myself. I hurt so badly for her, she has changed everything for me in just a few days. She has turned my world upside down and inside out and she doesn't even know it. I can't stand her but I can't be without her. She is the only good thing in my life and I don't even know if she's still in it. My heart pounds painfully as I watch her move towards the stage.

And as if she knew I was staring at her, her eyes catch mine. She stops.Seconds go by as we stare at each other. Then she carries on and stands before the mic.

"Thank you everyone! I am so glad to be here and hope you're all having a good time! I'm not much for speeches so we will get right down to business. This first song, hits me hard, I think we can all relate." She glances at me. "It's called "Creep" by Radiohead. But this is our version." She laughs as it echoes like the sound of wind chimes in a breeze.

The band starts to play nice and slow swing jazz music. As the cello starts, Katy begins to sing.

"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry."

Her voice was beautiful, smooth and silvery. She was like an angel purifying the taint around me.

"You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so very special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here."

The words she sings hit me like a wave of realization. I am that "creep", I am that "weirdo". What the hell am I doing here? It was true I don't belong here. Not with her, not in her god-like presence. Anger burns inside me as the hate for myself starts to metastasize. I tear myself away from her holy power and walk to the bar. This is where I belong.

"Two shots of whiskey!" I snap.

"Ok man!" the bartender says. She fills them up and slides them in front of me.

I down them with ease and start to feel normal again. Now that I'm back to myself I start to remember why I'm here in this shit hole in the first place. Sammy. My eyes search the room avoiding her "holyness" on stage. I start to panic, I can't find her anywhere. Then suddenly she pushes her way beside me. Thank god.

"Move Jo!" She snaps. As her and the new boy toy bark orders at the bartender.

"IIIII waaaaaant, a vodka soda please." She says.

"I'll take a beer." Says her boy toy. I watch them closely and I notice him taking something from his pocket. He waits until she is not looking, unaware of my watchful eyes, and drops it into her drink, then he takes it off the bar and hands it to her. Is that how it's going to be...Perfect, I feel like hitting someone right now anyways.

Before Sammy takes a drink from the glass I grab it.

"I'll take that!" I say and Sammy goes off on me.

"What the fuck Jo! That's my drink!"

"No, this is his drink." I say handing it to her predator.

"That's ok man I got a beer. " He says, as his face turns white.

I come around to Sammys right where he stands.

"I think you should drink this. In fact you don't have a choice in the matter." I smile at him.

"Oh really?" He smiles back.

"Jo stop it!" Sammy yells. I ignore her.

"Drink it! Or I'll make you fucking drink it!" I grit my teeth. He glares at me.

It always goes this way, take on one guy and the rest of his friends suddenly appear out of nowhere. Sure enough one asshole turns into four. This should be fun.

"Is there a problem?" The biggest guy asks.

"Yeah, your buddy here likes to drug little girls. Is that what you're into as well? I don't mind making you drink your own shit too." I reply, and before anyone can make a move I have the big guys head in my hand forcing the drug down his throat.

That's when three other guys come in, Sammy's boy toy swings at my head, I duck missing it and smash my forehead into his nose. There is a pop noise and then blood gushing as he falls to his knees trying to gather the fluid in his hands.

Next! Two guys with hay-makers come at me eye level. One hits my forearm and the next one I dodge as it lands on the face of the other guy knocking him to the ground. Then out of nowhere, the big guy hits me in the back of the head with his beer bottle. That hurt. I stumble forward bracing myself with my hands on the ground as I regain my vision. There is a familiar wet feeling seeping down the back of my neck. As the haziness fades I can see Katy there in front of me, eyes wide and mouth dropped. I guess I caused a lot of commotion. But it's not over yet.

I can hear footsteps behind me coming in fast, I quickly turn and throw up my arms to block the attack. The big guy throws a heavy punch and hits my defense pushing me to the ground. I whip my legs around and jump to my feet in a fighting stance. We stand off, fists raised ready to smash each other to pieces.

He laughs, then throws a right hook then a left, I dodge each strike and counter with a spin to his left and a back hand to his temple. He stumbles to the side. He was slow and his strikes were inaccurate, those drugs must be kicking in giving me the upper hand. He comes in like a football player, attempting to tackle me to the ground, I move to the side letting him dart by me. But before he passes I hit him with a swift roundhouse kick to the back of his head. He is slammed down and his jaw hits the cement, breaks, and he doesn't get up. I look at the other two opponents squaring off with me. They look scared, but I feed one fear. I brush myself off, straighten out my jacket and bring up my fists.

"You two are next!" I say. I let out a sinister laugh and they back up.

But before we can get back to the fun, Katy steps in front of me.

"That is enough!" She yells. Everyone around us had stopped to watch, I could smell fear from most of them. She was right. I've had enough of this shit. I take out my cell and make the call for our ride.

"I need a ride NOW!" I snap into the phone then hang up. Katy stares daggers at me.

"You're right Katy, we're leaving now. SAMMY!" I yell.

She scurries over to my side, as obedient as a chihuahua yapping at me the whole time. I usher her out of the event, leaving my angel behind.