Chapter 1
I sit in the bar drinking my usual. A coffee margarita. To be frank I hated Fridays they where the busiest days, and honestly most of the men, woman, and non-binary's who cant hold their liquor are usually here hanging with their friends. Its quite annoying Because I usually have to deal with the fights, which just so happened to be over the stupidest shit I ever heard. Ever dealt with a drunk person, now picture that at least a hundred times, that's my normal days. Fridays are worse. Its aggravating to say the least. "Lana" I look up " What's up Mark?" Mark is my favorite bartender mainly because he's my best friend. He's one of those adorable gay people everyone loves. Don't judge me he's like an adorable bean the one you want to squeeze and protect with your life. Yep that's Mark for ya. I love him in a sibling kind of way. "Another bar fight. Table twenty two. Want me to deal with it?" I sigh, and stand up chugging the rest of my margarita. "Nah, I got it thanks though, just have me a drink for when I get back. Please." I ask walking to the table. Its not that far, but its not that close either. An audible and loud "Shut up you bitch!" I really hope its not about what I think it is. Because, I will probably die of laughter, and I have a job to get back to. One of them is about 5'6 and the other looks at least 6'2. "Excuse me gentleman. Can I ask what the problem is?" I ask as kindly as possible. Although that's kind of hard since they're yelling like hooligans. "He wont buy me a damn drink." The shorter one growls out. 'Woah didn't know we were wolves now' "I'm not required to buy you a drink. Dumbass." The taller one says rolling his eyes. "Grow up, and use your own money. We don't get payed to kill people for nothing." 'Obviously the taller one is hella drunk if he's giving out information like that. Welp we are officially allowing idiots in my bar apparently. Funny I don't remember agreeing to that one.' I chuckle a bit. "One he's right he is not required to give you a drink, but I would appreciate you not fighting in my bar." I chuckle just a bit " Or I could call your boss." They laugh "You don't even know our boss. Good luck finding her." I smirk. "Oh really cause I clearly remember you giving that information out to the world, anyone with decent braincells would know who your boss is. I'll be calling her now." I turn to walk off and pull out my phone. Dialing the number for Madeline Rose, the fucking mafia boss. Never thought I'd have to call her. I wait a few minutes and she picks up. "Hello, what can I help you with?" I sigh "Hello, yes this Lana Woods I'm the owner of 'Midnight Lights' That bar down town. I have two of your men here causing a scene and damaging my property and I would like you to please come pick them up. Thank you it would be greatly appreciated." She was silent for about a minute. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes thank you for informing me and I'm sorry for the trouble." Then she hangs up. 'Thank Jesus.' I go back to my stool to see if my drink is ready. "Hey, Lana did you get it covered?" I grab my drink and take a sip "Yep all fixed they're boss should be here in about ten minutes. Thank god we're supposed to close in thirty minutes." I sigh, and get up to wait for the boss. Leaving Mark there alone he'd understand though. That's another reason I like him he's not always asking questions. I finally reach the door. About, two minutes from waiting outside for her. She shows up. She steps out of her car. 'Thank god' I think looking up. "Holy shit"
