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    I Will Not Let You Fall

    ”Shut up and go back to the fucking pole” Bette demanded in a deep growl.

    The stripper pouted and swayed away from the brunette.

    As Bette took a sip of her whiskey she saw two men open the curtains, which were enclosing the VIP zone, and walk in. They made eye contact with the stripper and motioned with their heads for her to get out.

    Then one of them came up to the brunette. ”Dominic wants to see you. Let’s go.” He said evenly.

    Bette gulped down the rest of her alcohol and stood up, putting her black leather coat on and tossing some tips onto the table. She was totally unsurprised of this turn of the events, because she knew it was inevitable. Dominic would get her from under the ground.

    Following the men, Bette lingered for a bit near the security guy, who was guarding her VIP zone. She made a smart face and spoke to him in a preachy manner. ”When a customer tells you not to let anyone in, he really means it, you know. What I’m saying is that you’re probably too deaf to work as a security, so I’d recommend another way of earning”

    ”Bette, quick!” One of the suit men called out to her, noticing that she had lagged behind.

    After she winked at the miffed security guy, the brunette waded through the crowd, coming after the two men out of the club and then into their car.

    ***

    ”What do you mean we’re losing clients??!” Dominic fired off into the phone. He threw his hands into the air, while the person on the line was explaining the situation. ”And why the fuck am I hearing about this just now?… You allowed this shit to happen, so sort out the mess by yourself… I don’t care how! You need to let those fuckers know that if they won’t get the fuck away from our territory and stop distracting out clients, Doctor Arnodelo would be very unhappy…” Dominic stated as he nodded his head to whatever the person was saying next.

    He then raised his eyes at the door and saw the two of his people walking into the office followed by his capo, Bette Porter, who was trudging behind them, looking rather out of sorts with her head slightly lowered.

    Comments

    1. Oh wow, Bette is really losing it. I’m wondering how and if she’ll ever get out of the business she’s in. One word of Tina to her boss and he’d hold that threat against her for ever. Your write really well and these longer chapters are a proof of that! And this story is really interesting and slightly heartbreaking.

    2. This is a mess and heart breaking. I really hope Bette will find a way to leave this life behind her and can move on.

      Tina, please give Bette a chance to explain everything or end it with her completely.

      But i still believe that you are a Tibetter and will give us a happy ending.
      Thanks for the update!

    3. Wow, that is some chapter, you wrote! Bette is doing everything to push Tina further and further away from herself :( I really can’t imagine how you could possibly bring this story to some kind of an happy ending. Other than pulling a Bobby-Ewing out of your hat and say it was all but a dream after their first encounter at the club ;)
      pps

    4. pure brilliant this was…I am absolutely amaze at how this story progress into some of the best action, drama, and entertainment I have ever read on this site….superb

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