Crime

Crime. Some are drawn to it like a flame – a passionate and likely **** decision. Others are born into it. But every man shot down inflicts damage on the soul. Alice had killed three people in her life. She was from the Moorford Crime Family. But she didn’t do that shit anymore.

She felt like calling for help allowed hooks of the past into her back. Dragging her back. But the police couldn’t be snooping around the hotel. There was too much evidence. If they caught a whiff she’d be screwed.

After her parents died, The Pony was the only thing she wanted from the inheritance - of course with a little money to get by.

Jackson wanted her to come back to work. He owned the strip club and escort service in the red light district, and was affiliated with Moorford. She could really shake it; her thick ass in skimpy sequin bottoms. The regulars were asking where she was. But she was tired… And the hotel was making enough money… So she hadn’t danced in a while.

She made two milk teas and grabbed a couple plastic wrapped hotel biscuits. Ginger. She knocked on Nadia’s door.

“It’s me..” Alice said.

Nadia opened the door weary.

“Care to join for tea?” Alice smiled.