Irreversible

Armand raised an eyebrow at the name she had chosen, knowing it was french "Thats a good one.. you look like a one" he complimented with a smirk, before writing that down. "No its not taken.. you will be the first" he informed her as he continued writing a few notes. "I dont care how old you are.. right now on this day your birthday is 3/5/1991.. which makes you 21.. your last name is Noir.. you were born in Château de Chambord and your parents are dead, got it?.. but you wont have to remember these things.. they will all by on your I.D" he informed her with a smile. Armand wasted NO time switching all the information about the girls he abducted.. it made their former lives seem to vanish off the face of the earth without a trace. He had a few friends in the legal department that for a few figures would give them a whole new lease on life. He smirked once she said that she didnt think he would let her die, this girl really did think to highly of him. "Oh no? and why do you think I wouldnt?" he mumbled as he opened his laptop and put all her information into it, pressing enter, and on the other side of the room on a wireless connection her new ID printed out on fresh plastic. "You never know.. they knew you were going to paris right?.. then they will come looking for you.. thats why smart ass" he corrected her, before heading over to the ID printer and taking her I.D off of it. Her picture was there and all, information he gathered after her clutch was taken, her picture skanned on her old ID and printed on to the new one. "Here you are darling" he said, holding up her I.D and then placing it on the table. "Will she be coming tonight with the girls?" Jean Claude asked with a raised eyebrow. "No.. she will stay here with me.. " Armand responded quickly.. he had no idea why he had said no.. it just flew out of his mouth, which gained curious stares, since he always sent the new girls out on their first night. "I said no and I dont owe anyone an explanation.. now go.. I can handle her by myself." He instructed them, which of course they listened and not before long all that was left was Ariela and him. "I guess you were right.. all men have intentions.. mine are the ones your parents warned you about."


******


As soon as their lips were close, Claudia couldnt help but stare at them, caught up in the moment. His lips were perfectly sculpted for his face.. everything about him was perfect.. and she was positive that wasnt just the alcohol talking.

What am I doing?!

She thought to herself once he pecked her on the forehead, she turned her head to the left, looking out into nothing.. she had to stop herself before she ended up doing something crazy. She liked to be the dominant one.. she was used to eating men alive with a just a stare or a sway of her hips.. but something about this one had her melting like butter. She pouted once he told her she was through for the night.. it reminded her too much of Armand.. accept when Armand said it.. it wasnt a suggestion... it wasnt a negotiation. What he said was law. She sighed, letting her eyes look towards the ground, her head still turned away, as if she was begging him to bite her on her neck like he was some sort of vampire.. but that wasnt the case, she was simply trying to keep herself from grabbing his face and kissing him. "First you tell me not to drink.. then you tell me Ive had enough for tonight.. Im a big girl Monsieur... I can handle myself.." she let the words flow like silk as she propped one of her legs on a near by leg rest, pulling up her dress just slightly, enough to reveal that around her inner thigh was a lace band, and a small gun was nestled between her thigh and the lace, holding it in place. She looked down at it, then back up at him "Im a very big girl.." she whispered, biting her lip. and leaning her body a bit closer to his. "However if its past your bed time then.. I will escort you out.. you know, make sure you get home safe."
 
Ariela shrugged lazily, not caring for the compliment he gave her. She nodded, taking note on all of the new things of her identity. "Smart ass? I told them I wasn't coming home for at least three months. Looks like you need to do a little more research," she retorted with ease. "And don't act like you don't know why. We have a connection," she mockingly joked with him as she scanned his body as if she was checking him out. At the mention of going out with the others worried Ariela. She didn't have enough time to mentally prepare herself for this. She had to sell her body, she knew that much. How was she to do it, though? Before she could fully panic, Armand retorted all too quickly that she wasn't going. She was staying with him. Now why on Earth did that seem even worse? Ariela bit her tongue, making sure not to say anymore rude comments, knowing it'd bite her in the ass later on. Smirking at his statement, a humorless chuckle escaped her plump lips. "Sweet ones you need to look out for, they have bitter intentions...that's what my mom said. She never mentioned your type, however," she commented nonchalantly.

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Lukas noticed how she avoided his gaze, and he wondered what he could have possibly done wrong. Then spoke of the problem, how he told her what to do. Her life was made like that, working for Armand for so long. Demands were something she grew tired of. As she called herself a big girl, Lukas' heart jolted. He didn't know why, but it did. Her words came out quiet like the hiss of a snake, and smooth like silk. Her leg flashed in the corner of his eye. He looked down to the see the gun snuggled between her thigh and the lace band. If he made one wrong move, she could possible kill him. Lukas begged to differ, seeing as she was too tipsy to do anything correctly and she was pressed against him now. Claudia was definitely interested in him, this was too easy. "I'll get home safe...with you by my side, but who will make sure you get home safe?" he asked her, his voice smooth as velvet and flowing like water in a river.
 
"A connection?...maybe" he teased, with a chuckle, shaking his head and sighing. This girl was a handful.. most girls didnt have the guts to speak to him the way she had spoken to him, even after being kidnapped, she was still sitting her talking as if everything was the same as it had been in the club. Like she wasnt tied up, like she wasnt his whore now. She was strong, but of course that would be broken. "Doesnt matter.. 3 months is nothing.. Ive had people come even a year after.. searching for those they have lost.. of course its a cold trail, but thats why I keep my business on the fucking ball.. I take all precautions.. because when you get lazy.. and you ASSUME that no one will come looking.. thats when you get caught up" he once again retorted. He could tell she got nervous once Jean Claude asked about her going with the girls out -and he didnt fault her, who wouldnt be nervous? he could also see the relief once he announced she wasnt going. "Dont count on tomorrow being the same as tonight" he warned her. "I just dont want you out there right now" he explained with a shrug. Not saying why, because he simply didnt have to. Also because.. he didnt even know why. He raised an eyebrow and sat back in his chair once she said she wasnt informed "Are you trying to imply that I wasnt sweet to you in the club? could have sworn that was the case" he replied softly. Glancing at his rolex for the time. "So, you must be tired.. you wanna rest up?"


***

if sober Claudia, could see a playback of drunk Claudia tomorrow, she would laugh until she cried. Sober Claudia and drunk Claudia had nothing in common at all. Of course when she was sober and in her right mind she wasnt all over men, like how she was with My Annonymous tonight, but its just as most songs about alcohol said.. once the alcohol was in your system, and your beer goggles -or in her case, shot goggles where in full affect, everything went out the window.. including a lot of class, which sober is something that Claudia really valued. You could have nothing but class being around a man like Armand. She remembered when she was just a rookie, and she didnt know what she was doing.. she was just a little younger, around 19.. fresh from running away. Her parents lived in Vezelay, which was a city for the rich. Which her parents were, and very.. she was a debutante.. and her parents had already set her whole life for her, a man which she hated, she was promised to -she had basically been sold. Her parents wanted her to have security.. so when a man offered a few good figures for her, and he had ties, who had ties to royalty, they had no problem taking the offer. She ran away at her Debutante ball.. she decided enough was enough. Tired of being what everyone else wanted her to be.. and she ran right into Armands arms.. just the way he liked women. Insecure, and beautiful, and alone. Her parents still have no idea where she is.. but they put money in her account every month and havent closed any of her accounts. Their love was always bought. She didnt need their money, she had security.. but it was nice to know they were still watching out for her, she guessed. She looked continued to look down, holding on to the pole, but leaning into him. "I.. I will be fine." She said quietly -shit, the party was over for her now. She was getting emotional. "I told you.. I am a big girl and I will be fine.." she assured him, keeping her poker face.
 
All, I love you two<3
:P
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"Blah, blah, blah. Ball so hard motherfuckers wanna' find you?" she asked, then laughed at her own little joke. [I actually laughed out loud at this...] Ariela didn't speak, not caring for his reasoning, but she only thanked it. She looked around, not wanting to talk to him anymore. She wished she was somewhere else, and not here. Of course, she was terrified to what she had to do. Merely thinking of it worried her, but for now she had to stay strong. She scoffed as he recalled being sweet on her hours ago. She rolled her eyes, "Buying me an expensive drink isn't sweet." She looked at the far side of the wall, not wanting to look at him anymore. Ariela had enough of him, and just wanted to sleep. She felt exposed in this chair, underneath a bright light with Armand simply looking at her all tied up. "I guess yeah," Ariela managed to murmur without any attitude.

-

Lukas could see in her eyes that she was confused. She didn't know what she wanted, too drunk to tell the difference of the simplest things. "C'mon, want to head out?" he asked her softly with a raised eyebrow. He would try nothing on her, there was no need to. Besides, there was always a next time for anything of the sort. What? Lukas could do it for the hell of it, he was in Paris! But this wasn't the time to be thinking like a pervert. He let a hand wrap around her waist, helping her up. As they exited the VIP section, he held her to make sure she didn't fall in the process. He began to think, wondering if he should take her with him, or call her ride, or take her to a destination. He licked his lips in distress and looked at her. "Where would you like to go, sweetheart?" he asked her.
 
Armand wanted to keep a straight face, but he too laughed once she made her little joke "If I hear that fucking song one more time.. I dont know what I will do, seriously.. I know it was big in America but in Paris? HOLY SHIT.... everyone was so excited that Jay Z and Kanye shouted us out like that.. " he expressed his opinion, before sighing "You know?.. your attitude is really refreshing.. I cant tell you how many times I kidnap and the women go on and on saying please.. let me go.. and all this other bullshit, crying all over the place.. its nice to have someone who understands the concept that they are not getting away" he said with a shrug. "Yeah I wasnt talking about the drinks.. I was talking about my attitude.." he corrected her, rolling his eyes -this one thought she knew everything, but she didnt think logically before speaking. He untied her, knowing she wouldnt try to run for it or anything.. there were guards all around this place.. no way she would get out alive. He then took her up to her room, a large room that was just as lavish as any sweet, a queen sized bed and a mirror that looked like it was for show girls stood out the most.. mostly for the girls to get all prettied up before sending them out to make money. The only thing it didnt have was windows.. for obvious reasons. "I would say Im a pretty nice pimp" he joked with a smirk. "You have your own bathroom and everything.. tomorrow youll go shopping... Im sure you wanna be alone now."

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Claudia nodded once he asked about whether or not she wanted to leave "Yeah lets get out of here" she complied, getting off of the pole stand and using him for slight support as he held her by the waist. Everything was becoming a blur now, all she wanted to do was pass out, the music booming in her ear went from sounding like the best thing ever to sounding like nothing bus a buzzing bee, a nuisance in her ear. Once they got out and the fresh air hit her, she felt slightly better, drinking a Dasani water that she had gotten as they made their way out. "Um.. I could call a ride but that might take too long.. I think Ill just crash at your place if thats okay?" she asked, looking up to him -a complete stranger. She should have been worried to go home with someone she didnt know.. but why? why would she be scared? she was a criminal after all.. so if he was, then he was in good company. "Im just ready to get out of these heels" she pouted.
 
For a moment, their conversation was almost normal. Key word: almost. She smiled geniunely, agreeing with him. "It's over-played, but has a killer beat," left her lips as she somewhat agreed with him. Getting over being kidnapped for just a second, Armand had to bring it up again. This was just great. "Well, why beat 'em when you can join 'em right?" Her voice faltering at the last syllable. It was barely noticeable, but it meant a lot to Ariela. She knew as soon as she was alone she'd crumble into a weeping child. Ariela cleared her throat, keeping a strong chin. "Your attitude? A tad cliché if you ask me," Ariela practically insulted him. Once her hands were loose, she rubbed the ache from her wrists. Finally loose from her locks, she stood up to follow Armand quietly. Opening the room to the door, Ariela smirked. It was better than the stingy hotel she paid three months to live in. "You say nice I say odd. Potato, Patato," she shrugged. "Will I be getting my belongings? I have very valuable things," she asked. Without an answer, Armand let her be. Her reaction was to study the room. She did, then it hit her. It hit her hard. Tears blurred her vision. She was never to see home again.

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Carefully, Lukas placed Claudia into his passenger seat. "Those shoes do like a slow death," he joked lightly. As she sipped from her water, he bent down to her foot level. Being involuntarily charming, he took off her heels for her. He rolled her ankle to stretch it out one by one. "Is that better?" He asked her as he placed the shoes in the back seat with a smooth throw. Lukas placed her legs into the car correctly, and shut the door. His men would be alright, and find a way to their rooms somehow. Unless they already got their girl of the night. Lukas felt lucky. He found Armand and Claudia one night. With a smile on his lips, he drove off to his hotel.

Making it with ease, Lukas got out of the car to help Claudia. "Come on, I'll carry you there," he insisted as he picked her up bridial style. Sure enough, he carried her to the elevator. They recieved various glances filled with curiosity, but Lukas ignored them. He was used to being eyed, with his huge family and all. She stirred in his arms, he made sure to balance her correctly. Claudia was light as a feather. Ding! As the elevator doors opened, Lukas walked carefully to his room. Placing Claudia onto her feet, he unlocked the suite. "Make yourself at home," he welcomed her.
 
Armand hadnt answered her question, he would have to think on that -whether or not she would be getting her things, if anything he would send someone to go get them but even that was stretch because he never did things like that, that could jeapordize the whole operation -a witness could see one of his footmen, going into her apartment and tell the police.. anything could happen, he might let her go, keeping some kind of guard by her side but even that came with its risks, everything was risks, his whole life was. He sat down, taking out his phone and texting Claudia, asking where she was, because her behavior had been pretty outrageous tonight.. and he had told her not to stay out too long. The house was quiet, and he wondered what Ariela was going up there.. probably just contemplating.. but no matter what she did or thought she could do.. she was stuck now, and he would not let her go.

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"Oh my god thats amazing... you sure you dont have a wife or something? you're pretty good at this" she complimented his way of massaging her ankles and such. It was absolutely amazing. The ride home was smooth -just what the doctor ordered, so that she wouldnt get a headache. Once they were in front of his door "Thank you for carrying me like a princess" she giggled, glaring at the people who had looked at them strange -she was never one to really give a damn what people thought. She walked inside, looking around at all the luggage and the alcohol on the table. "You uh.. just getting into Paris today? or are you leaving?" she asked with a raised eyebrow walked into the spaceous hotel "I like this.... so wheres your room?"
 
Ariela fell into a deep slumber from exhaustion. After crying for what seemed like hours, she had no tears left. She began to simply sob, without tears. Now, Ariela was curled up into a ball in the far corner of her bed. Her arms were wrapped around a pillow for some sort of absentminded comfort. She would never see home again. Never see her nieces and nephews growing up, or her nine brothers, or see her bedroom again. It made her heart ache to simply think about it all. As she slept, she dreamed of her family and her life back home. Opening her eyes, she wanted to cry all over again because even the dream slipped away. Her eyes hurt, as did her head. Ariela simply laid there, not wanting to move. She was afraid to even leave the room. Ariela made sure to wipe her eyes, hide the evidence of any weakness or tears. Armand didn't need to know how she truly felt, he didn't deserve that satisfaction.

-

Moments after Claudia found Lukas' room, she passed out from the alcohol. Lukas was now up, stripping off his shirt from the night before and changing it for a plain, gray t-shirt. He tugged on some jeans, ready to just relax until at least late noon. He walked into the bedroom, looking over at Claudia. A smile grew on his face, then he shook his head as he walked off to his own private bathroom to brush his teeth. He began to think of what he should do now. Should he wait for her to wake up? Or go out and do his business to see what he could find on Armand? He needed Claudia, however...so he hoped she would wake up soon. Lukas placed on some cologne, then went over to his luggage to place his dirty clothes on the right side.
 
The next day came sooner than Armand thought it would. He had left the house where the girls reside a little after Ariela went to sleep. However just like every other day, he was awakened by his alarm. He always woke up early, time was money. He put on a wife beater, and some gym shorts. Lacing up his Jordans before heading out for his morning jog. The sky was still being lit up by the rising son, and everything around him was lush -he could smell the rain which had been pouring last night. Normally he did this Jog with Claudia, but she wasnt there.. not even a call from her. He was starting to get pretty upset. She never went this long without at least checking in with him. He thought about that man she had been flirting with last night.. that was the last person he had seen her with... if he didnt get a call in the next few hours he would send some people out in the city to go looking for her.. maybe even turn that tracker on connected with her own, which he planted in her phone. Soon his run was over, and he came home, showered, got his hygene together, dressed and got back out to the girls house -he had no idea why but he really was wondering how Ariela was. He got their fairly quickly, walking up the stairs and opening it with a key. He skipped hello's with everyone, heading up to Arielas room. "How is she?" he asked a passing girl, who shrugged "She has not come out of her room." The girl informed him, which was pretty normal.. but still, he wanted to check on her. He unlocked her door and went inside, closing it behind him. "Wake up sunshine.. how you feeling? new day new attitude?" he announced, hiding his concern behind a smirk.


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Claudias head was now pounding -hangover time. Big time. It had been a while since she had got drunk like that, and she didnt even know what the occasion was.. if there even WAS one. When she opened her eyes, she realized something right away. She wasnt in her bed.. nor was she in Armand house. She was somewhere else. A hotel from the way everything looked around her. She sat up slowly, grabbing her purse and making sure her money and everything else was still there, which it was. How the hell did she get here? who's bedroom was she in? and more importantly.. why was she in her bra and underwear? had she slept with someone?! had one of Armands enemies kidnapped her!? she thought as hard as she could.. back to the club... the only thing she could remember was someone's handsome face.. a man she had met at the bar, and then shot after shot after drink and drink. Did he take her?.. she could not remember anything!... but she would find out. She got up then, wanting to go over and put on her clothes, but she knew that would make too much noise, so instead, she reached into her bag and grabbed her gun. She then made her way into the living room, coming behind him and cocking it. "ce que je fais ici? hm? WHY AM I HERE?!" she yelled, her hands shaking in fear as she held the gun. It was far fetched that she came in her right mind.. she knew better than to go home with men she did not know. Her hair was long and wild, like she had partied hard, her make up, practically gone. She slowly moved from behind him, and got in front of him, holding the gun to his head "WHO ARE YOU?"
 
Ariela still laid in her fetal position, wondering if she clicked her heels three times she'd be back home. As she thought this, the door opened and she heard Armand's smooth voice. "Isn't it a bit too early to be a sarcastic asshole?" she asked him, her voice groggy and her throat sore from the constant sobbing she did last night. She rubbed her eyes harshly, finally sitting up to see him with her own eyes. She raked her hair back, her back hurting from the horrible position she slept in. "Is there any reason you're bothering me?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow and a cross of her arms. She felt instantly grimy as she began to really wake up. She was still in the same dress she wore last night, and hadn't taken a shower last night either. Underneath her eyes were puffy from all of the crying. That was the only indication she had been crying, or barely got any sleep.

[sorry this one is short, no clue why. :\]

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Lukas' shoulders jolted as he heard Claudia's frantic voice, and noticed her shaky hand holding the gun. He spit the remaining toothpaste in his mouth, and looked over at her. "You're here because you were pissed drunk last night. You asked if you could stay with me. You felt uncomfortable in your clothes. Once I found a shirt for you to borrow, you were already knocked out in my bed." he told her slowly, placing his hands up as if in surrender. As she got in front of him, noticing her ankle positioned incorrectly, he took the time to place an arm around her waist. As he did so, he took the gun from her hand, and placed it on her temple, hugging her arms to her own body so she couldn't move. "I'm Lukas," he murmured calmly. "When I let go of you, don't try and grab this gun. So help me I'll shoot you if I have to. We had a great time last night, and I don't want to ruin it with the cliche 'morning after'," he informed her. He waited for her to reply.
 
"Never too early to be sarcastic" he informed her with a wink "Actually I came just to check on you.. make sure you are okay.. and to tell you that you need to be ready in an hour because Im going to take you shopping.. and maybe if youre good.. take you to get your things later on.. you need to hurry though. I do have things to do today." He said sternly, before looking her in the eyes and just from experience with this type of thing knowing that she had been crying, possibly all night. "Its not as bad as it seems.. I promise." he told her, out of pity, though he was sure that coming from her side of the playing table it seemed that bad. He then walked out, deciding to wait for her downstairs. Once he left One of the girls quietly tip toed into her room, smiling and handing her a towel and wash cloth "... if you want you can borrow any of my clothes.. we look the same size.. theres a lingerie room down the hall with underwear and bras that of course have never been used.. the rule is that if you touch it you keep it.. when it comes to underwear and stuff.. " she informed her with a smile "Im marie.. sorry .. I just thought I could come in here and just.. help you a little" she explained in the best english she knew.. she looked sort of like marilyn monroe, her hair bleach blonde, and an hour glass figure. "You are very pretty." she complimented Ariela, trying to cheer her up even just a little.


******


"LEMME GO!" She shouted, which awakened James, who came out of his room, wiping his eyes. His door was left cracked, and a passed out girl from last night he had taken home lay in his bed. "Damn what the hell is going on?.. is that.. is that Claudia?" he asked with wide eyes, smirking at Lukas and winking, as if to say 'I know you fucked her last night.' "How do you know my name?? who the hell are you people.. GET OFF ME!" she screamed, trying her best to get away from him -btu after a few more moments she gave in, relaxing in his arms. She wasnt scared of the gun.. it was hers after all, and it was on safety anyways. "Let.Me.Go" she whimpered. "Do you two want some coffee or...?" James asked, chuckling at the situation before him.
 
Ariela kept her lips closed as he began to rant about her schedule for today. She was already being told what to do. It sucked, really...not even at home was she treated like this. She was no longer independent. She rolled her eyes as he tried to reassure her that her life wouldn't be so bad from now on. She wanted to yell at him and explain that he had no idea what it was like. To be taken away from a life you've always known. To know that your family would have to live on without you. No more going out for the hell of it, complaining about how your job doesn't pay you enough, or wanting to go see that movie with that cute guy from the gym. As she became enraged, the door opened and she was ready to yell if it was Armand. However, it wasn't. Ariela blinked rapidly, wondering if it were Marilyn or not. She smiled softly as the girl explained that she was offering help. "Thank you," Ariela cracked softly as she stood up from the bed. She took the towel and wash cloth. "Thank you so much, Marie. I'm Ariela, er, well...Sirene now," she muttered quietly. Ariela chuckled softly as she was then complimented on her looks. "It seems that my looks got me here, unfortunately," she retorted softly. "May I pick something now so when I'm done in the shower I'll just put it on? I promise I'll give you back the outfit once I'm done with it, besides the bra and underwear--of course," she explained.

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Lukas wasn't phased by her yelling. Lukas glared at James, wanting him to get the fuck out of here. "James get the fuck out with your lazy ass. Go take care of your business, will you?" Lukas sternly spoke, knowing his threatening tone would make James move. Surely, it did. Once he left and Claudia was calm, he let go of her. "Who doesn't know, is the question," Lukas muttered with a shake of his head. He placed the gun in the hem of his pants, on his hip. "C'mon, why don't I let you get dressed and we can talk this over, okay?" he asked her, knowing that he didn't answer her questions completely. As she agreed, he walked over to her pile of clothes and gave her the dress after he took out the wrinkles.
 
"Of course.. lets go" Marie said with a smile, taking her hand and pulling her into Marie's room which was equally as big as her own, and let her go through the walk in closet. "I know it seems like we are being used here.. and technically we are.. but I always try to look on the bright side.. it could be much worst.. most girls who do what we do live on the streets.. and their pimps dont take care of them.. ours takes REALLY good care of us.. some girls beg to stay here .. running away from home -can you believe that?" she said in amazement, sitting down on her bed and watching as Ariela went through her clothes "either name is pretty for you.. mine was isabella.. until we changed it when I arrived.. so where are you from?"


*****


"Fine! fine! damn!" James said, putting his hands up in surrender "though for the record I already did handle business if you know what I mean" he corrected Lukas with a smirk, before going back in his room. Claudia had to admit that Lukas had a point.. who didnt know her here in paris? but she knew an american accent when she heard one, She wasnt that dumb. "Oh yeah? well where are you all from that you know me so well? because you are not from paris!" she asked before snatching her dress and putting it on, putting her hair up in a messy bun with a pony tail holder from her purse. She sat down, calming herself and waiting for an explanation. These men seemed just as dangerous as her.. especially Lukas.. she had never had a gun taken so easily from her. So she would be cautious.
 
Ariela began to rummage through her closet as she spoke to her. "I understand, but I didn't choose this. I had a life back home, with people who loved me. This isn't something I'd wish for. I know it's better than other things but I wasn't born optimistic, Marie," she explained to her. She grabbed something simple, a black tank top and jeans. "Isabella? Cute. I'm from New Jersey, stank place. But I loved the people I knew," Ariela explained with a soft sigh. "I don't think I'll ever get over it. I'm sorry," she apologized for not giving Marie's reasoning a chance. Ariela just couldn't. "Thank you once again. I'll see you soon," she murmured then walked off to her shower. Ariela stripped down, and jumped into the shower. Being alone once more, she silently sobbed as she thought about her parents. She just wanted to get rid of her tears.

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"I thought women liked mysterious men? Or is that only in America?" Lukas asked, chuckling at himself as he sat down on the bed. "It's complicated," he breathed, not wanting to tell her just yet. He didn't have her trust, and that's what he needed to help get his job done. "Come on, want to get breakfast? It'll make me sleep easy tonight since you think I raped you then stole your gun from you easily," he told her, giving her a pleading look, with a charming smile. He hoped she'd say yes, wanting her to forgive him. He meant no harm to her. His beef was with Armand, and only because it was his job. He got up from the bed, reaching his hand out for Claudia to take. "We can start all over if you'd like," he offered.
 
"I like mysterious men .. but not in a situation like this... and its NOT funny" she glared, watching him laugh. But it was funny, she had to even keep herself from laughing. Thats what she loved, a man who could make her smile. "Its complicated huh? you think my life isnt complicated? you dont know what complicated is.." she mumbled, watching him closely She was about to say absolutely no to breakfast.. but she was hungry, and he was pleading.. which was cute. "Fine.. but I must take a shower.. and change. I am going to call someone to bring me clothes okay?" she said as she took out her phone and dialed Jean Claudes number, exchanging a few words with him before hanging up. "When he comes up will you get the door while im in the shower?" she asked before heading towards the back where his private shower was.

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Armand waited patiently for her downstairs, he could be rude and go in there and yell at her to come out, but he knew this time was delicate for her, letting it set in that she wouldnt see her family anymore. Armand felt some sympathy but not much -he was after all a very cold hearted man. He got a text from Jean Claude saying that he was delivering clothes to Claudia from somewhere "What the hell?" he said out loud. This wasnt like her, to just up and leave. However he would deal with it later, simply sighing and shaking his head. He looked at the time on his phone, and then back upstairs

what was the girl doing?


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Not before long a knock was heard at Lukas's door, where Jean Claude stood with some clothes for Claudia. He arched his eyebrow when Lukas answered "Is Claudia here?... give these to her please.. and when she gets the chance, tell her to call Armand." with that he was gone.
 
Lukas scoffed, "You're not the only one with problems." He watched as she walked off to the bathroom, checking out her ass. He mentally slapped himself, ashamed for just openly looking at her like that. He got up, hearing a knock at the door. He knew for a fact James' and Jay's lazy ass wouldn't get it, so he hopped up and jogged over to it. Seeing a confused man, he became confused as well. "Uh, yeah. Claudia is here, and I'll give her the message. Thanks," he told him. After closing the door, Lukas made sure no one was looking at him. He walked off to his files underneath the bed, searching through the papers to see if the man at the door was in the files. He was, but only a picture. That was good enough for him.

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Ariela got out of the shower, no more tears left in her body. Her eyes were clear of any signs that she had been crying, and her body felt clean and refreshed. She shimmied into silk underwear, and a matching black bra. She walked off into her room, drying her hair with the towel as she simutaneously jumped into the snug jeans. Once that was done, she searched for her heels, placing them on. Walking in a bra, she swiftly placed the tank top on. Where did she go now? She chewed her lip, exiting her bedroom and looking around until she found the stairs. Deciding to go down them, she found herself looking at a distracted Armand. "Had to take a shower," she explained shortly.
 
After Claudia's shower, noticing that of course, he didnt have a hair dryer, she decided to brush her hair up into a bun, coming out of his room in just a towel to grab her purse which held her emergency make up, and also to the bed, taking her clothes and going back into the bathroom. She slipped into the beige sun dress which showed off the silhouette of her curves and gave herself a soft smokey eye, painting her lips with a clear gloss -she didnt even bother with any make up, just a little concealer her and there. She felt bare, but for now she didnt have much of a choice after all she didnt bring her whole morning hygene along with her, who was to know she would have been sleeping in someone else's bed. She came out slowly, smiling a little before sitting on the bed "Sorry I slept practically naked.. I probably made you feel really uncomfortable.. you should have just had me call someone drunk or not"


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Armand smirked up to Ariela, despite her aura which radiated the fact that she didnt want to be here at all. She looked gorgeous, even in this casual wear. Yeah, he knew he picked a winner, she would make him so much money, and some for herself maybe, if she played her cards right. He nodded at her short explanation "Thats fine, lets just get out of here" he mumbled, opening the door for her and then closing it behind the two. "Are you hungry? we can stop and get you breakfast... and dont just say you arent hungry because youre mad, seriously you need to eat if you havent already. "Would you like to go somewhere and get some coffee and breakfast?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. He wasnt at all worried about her trying to make a run for it -where would she go? she wouldnt get far that was for sure. He had a gun, all she had was her feet.
 
Lukas placed the file away before Claudia came out. He fixed up the place, then remembered room service came in to fix the bed. He simply sat in a chair and relaxed. Claudia came out the second time and he stood up like a gentleman. "It's fine, but I can say it bruised my ego once you fell asleep. I thought I was extremely boring," he joked with her. He then raised a brow as she explained he should have let her call someone. "You seem like a girl who is used to be told what to do. I didn't want to do that, and besides...you wanted to come back with me--believe it or not," he murmured to her as he walked close enough to her to see the free wisps of her hair flow. "We can talk about it over breakfast. Know any good places we can go?" He asked her, opening the bedroom door for her to walk out of first. James was only in pants, completely shirtless as he munched on toast. "We have a guest, asshole. Put a fucking shirt on!" Lukas groaned, complaining. James jumped up, gave a thumbs up and walked off to his room to put on a shirt. Jay was probably asleep.

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"I'm fucking starving actually," Ariela quickly spoke with sass and sarcasm, hating how he warned her not to say certain things. She wasn't a child, and didn't deserve to be treated like one. "And I don't like coffee, for the record," she added to him after a few moments of silence. She crossed her arms over her chest, showing she was being reserved and that she was angry. Silence made the air in the car heavy. Ariela hated the silence, because it seemed so loud. "So, am I just going to spend your money today? I can get whatever I want, or is there a limit?" She asked, beginning to become curious. Ariela was becoming restless in the car, Armand seemed to be a pretty boring man when he wasn't acting. Maybe that's why he was such a great actor, because he truly had no personality. Her vision was out of the window, watching the scenery fade into a mesh of different colors.
 
Claudia giggled, she had to admit he was a little funny. "No you arent boring its just.. I was very drunk.." she explained.. but her happy facade was soon over once she realized what he had just said -that she acted as if being told what to do was something she was used to "And just what the hell is THAT supposed to mean?" she asked with crossed arms, shifting her body weight to her left hip -because that hit just a little too close to home for her. As if he knew something he shouldnt. She walked over to her purse, taking it and putting it on quietly. "Im not used to anything like that .. OKAY?" she snapped -it was just that, she felt as if he had insulted her, like he could tell that she was somebody else's play thing. "Lets just go.. yeah I know a few places.. and once we are done with breakfast you can just drop me off home" she mumbled, shaking her head. Could this guy read her this well? or was he part of something much bigger than that? now.. if not ever.. she had her guard up. "We can go to 'Le petite' Ciel.. " which was a breakfast lunch and dinner place, translating into 'The little heaven' because their food was pretty much to die for, they had very good cuisine.


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Armand was trying to keep his silence and be nice to her -the only way he would not reach over and strangle the hell out of her, was to be silent, because Armand didnt live a double life. He was a cold hearted killer on the inside and a cold hearted killer on the outside, no in-between, he only let people see what he wanted them to see of him, she was lucky he was even letting her spend any of his money today with the way she was acting, Before long they arrived at a very nice looking breakfast spot, one he went to all the time after a good run. He parked the car, but locked the doors so she wasnt able to get out, he then took the gun from his waist and looked over it, before turning to her. "I dont think you really... understand.. how this whole thing goes sweety.. so listen up. Like I said im not your average business man.. and Im not your average pimp.. I dont let you starve.. I wont make you stay all night in heels on the street corners waiting for a man to come by and hoping you might make my money.. no.. I will feed you .. I will cloth you.. I will give you whatever drug you want if thats what you want.. all I expect.. not ASK.. but EXPECT as in DEMAND... is repect.. you will give me respect or youll end up in a ditch like the last one who acted the way you are.. and you are heading the right way to being in a body bag get it now? All I expect you to do is shut up, get dropped off at a wealthy mans house, fuck him, take the money give it to me, get your fair share and go on about your day -thats all.. I will admit at first I felt pity for you.. but my patience is thinning... to answer your question yes.. we are going to go into a few stores, youre going to get whatever you want or think you need -not because Im doing it out of the kindness of my heart but because I need you to always, always look your best.. you arent just a whore you are a high class whore.. you dont like the title? Im not asking you to like it" He growled, before taking her chin in his free hand and making her look at him "But you WILL do as I say" he said demanded, his dark eyes piercing her own, before letting her go and unlocking the doors. Placing the gun on his waist. He felt that talk went well.
 
Lukas noticed her facade quickly changed as he hinted that she was used to being told what to do. She took it to the heart, and he didn't mean to insult her in any way. "It doesn't mean anything it--" he was interrupted by Claudia. "I didn't mean to offend you, please know that," he murmured softly as he walked out of the hotel room with her. He let her walk into the elevator first, then got in and pressed the button for the main lobby. The both stood silently in the elevator. Lukas cleared his throat, and looked over to Claudia. "What's the address of 'Le petite' Ciel'?" he asked her as the elevator doors opened for them to walk out. As they did so, Lukas made sure to keep Claudia close in case anything happened.

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Ariela looked over at Armand, hearing him threaten her and whatnot. As he grabbed her chin, she felt extremely disrespected by this. However, she kept her cool. Ariela looked at him with her eyelashes low, her eyes looking into his deeply. "I will do everything you say, Armand. I will give you nothing but respect," she murmured softly. She truly had the nerve to act this way, but she couldn't help it. Armand made it easy. She got out of the car, and acted as if nothing happened in the car. She walked into the clothing store that was right in front of them, and walked straight to the dresses. She hummed quietly, trying to get as far away from Armand as possible without it being considered 'escaping'. She began to grab numerous dresses. Some of them were extremely short, while others were long and elegant--those were to target high-class men. She then walked off to the shirts and pants. Ariela grabbed practically anything, not wanting to go through all of this. She loved getting new things, but hated the time she had to spend shopping for it. Ariela walked off to find Armand. "I'm done with this store, pay for it?" she asked him as she gave him the hangers.
 
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