Dominic continued to roll the ring in his fingers thoughtfully, his brows knitted together. The two of them sat in silence for a minute, then Dominic stood up and raised his eyes at his deputy leader. ”You know what you should do, Bette”

The frustrated brunette shook her head and stood up. To argue with her obstinate boss would be meaningless and a waste of time.

Dialing Marcus, Shane and Helena to meet her at the designated place, she exited the building.

***

”Is he out of his mind?” Shane cut up rough, when Bette informed the gang about all that was happening.

”Most likely” Bette muttered, finishing a cigarette.

”His brains already consists of coke for sure, what have you expected?” Helena addressed Shane as she gathered her handgun up and tucked it into her pants covered with her black coat. ”Let’s go”

Marcus, Shane and Bette exchanged glances before following Helena’s retreating form into the two-storey cottage.

When they entered, numerous heads turned to their direction.

”My my, the royalty deigned to visit us, lower orders…” The brunette among many other girls enounced lasciviously.

Bette came up to her, grabbed her chin and twisted her head, scrutinizing. ”What’s with your lip” She stated in a question, looking down into the girl’s blank eyes for the answer.

”Oh, I just tripped, doncha worry so much, baby”

Bette decided to let it be. She looked around the room full of prostitutes at loose ends. ”Where’s Miranda?”

”Upstairs” The girl in front of the TV-set mumbled lazily.

Bette jerked her head in a commanding manner, signaling her partners to follow her. Once on the second floor, they walked down the corridor and pushed one of the bedrooms’ door open without knocking, causing the three women that were there to jump in fright.

”Out” Bette ordered the two of them, as she pierced with a look the strawberry-blonde haired girl, which sat in a lotus pose on the floor reading a magazine. Bette strode up to her and put the scared to death woman in a vertical position, clutching the front of her shirt roughly. ”You lied to me”

Miranda stared at Bette wide-eyed. ”I didn’t!” She exclaimed, shaking her head vehemently.

”You fucking did. You know what they do, when you lie to your principal?”