"I love them bad girls doing bad things, lookin' hot with an attitude..."

"I can't believe we're going clubbing with the daughter of a gang leader," Lisa told Tyra and I as she poured herself yet another shot. We were all pre-drinking before we headed out to the club, but of course Lisa was going overboard as usual. She was drinking alcohol as if it was water and I knew by the end of the night, one of us would be holding her hair back as she puked in some random place. Lisa was somewhat of a hassle for us. She was almost like a child. A drug addicted child. I'm not even sure how she's still alive. No matter how much help we tried to get her, nothing ever changed. She was a strung out whore. Plain and simple, but I loved her.

I loved her as if I've known her for years, but in reality I've only known her and Tyra for six months. Let me give you a quick rundown. I moved from San Francisco to Santa Monica eight months ago, a few weeks after I graduated with a Bachelor degree in Biology. My best friend since grade school, Mia and I, just needed to get away. I had my parents trying to force medical school down my throat and Mia was dealing with her psycho ex-boyfriend so we split and moved five hours away to catch a breath from our dramatic lives.

I loved my parents more than anything. They adopted me and raised me as their own, gave me everything I wanted but sometimes they put too much pressure on me. They wanted me to be just like them. Graduate. Go to medical school. Become some type of doctor. I wanted to do all of that, but in due time. I wasn't rushing through my years like they did. For now, I just needed a break from education. I needed to let my hair down, party a little bit and live life a little bit edgier. I've been a rebel since I could remember, but at the end of the day, no matter what, I was still some rich kid who got whatever she wanted from her parents. No matter how much time I spent with Mia and her family in their rundown neighborhood, I was privileged with a life that most people would die for. Long story, short. I moved away to catch a breather. I didn't know how long I would be gone or when or if I would go back home anytime soon. Right now, I was enjoying going out every other night with my girls, drinking and slutting it up every once in a while.

Back on topic, when Mia and I moved here a month later we met Tyra and Lisa who were already friends. We connected and we became really close. Mia was always like the sister that I never had, but now I felt like I had two more. All of us just clicked. We all loved having fun and enjoyed each other's company. We always had each other's backs and I knew I could depend on the three girls for nearly anything. Within just a few months, I made countless of timeless memories with the girls. Some were bad, like the time Lisa nearly overdosed but most were good. I could honestly say that I was doing sh-t I've never done before, like for example, partying with a big time gangster such as Andy De Palma.

"I can't believe we're partying with her either," Tyra responded to Lisa as she conveniently took the bottle of liquor from her. Mia, Tyra and I all secretly agreed with just a stare that Lisa had had enough. Lisa whimpered as Tyra put the bottle back into the cabinet. As usual, we were at my and Mia's apartment. It was our hangout spot when we weren't out in the city. "Her friend, Leo, is such an asshole. How the f-ck did she think that I would be okay with her just grabbing my goodies? She might actually stand a chance if she talked to me like I was an actual human rather than grabbing what she wanted."

"Yeah, she's a piece of sh-t. But her friends seem nice, the other cute one and Andy. Now, isn't she gorgeous," Lisa gushed as she put her hand over her heart. I scoffed as I rolled my eyes at her. Lisa was my girl but if she thought she was going to actually get a chance with Andy then she was mistaken. I already had my eye on Andy. Like Lisa said, she was gorgeous, sexy and most importantly she was a bad girl. Short, dark hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, style and a sharp ass jawline that could probably cut me into pieces. Just my type. One would think after me constantly chasing the bad ones and it ending miserably that I would learn, but I never did.

Lisa continued on her little rant on Andy. "The ocean breeze just sent her fragrance my way and she smelled so good. The sun graced her tan, toned muscles. She looks like a f-cking goddess. Her body is so hot and she's a gangster, so she's bad, you know? The bad girls always get me."

I snorted and just shook my head at Lisa. I don't know why I was encouraging her little fantasy. "Same here, sister. I love the bad girls. They can f-ck me up anytime, in more ways than one."

Tyra laughed at me and I saw a slightly menacing glare on her face as she stared at Lisa. "You know, Lisa, I know you like Andy but I think she may be interested in Delaney." Tyra came over to me and nudged me playfully. I rolled my eyes at her jokingly and looked over to Lisa who put on a drunken frown.

"Cheer up, Lisa. We all know she's interested in one thing," I added with a shrug.

"You should give her that one thing. I bet she's good in bed," Lisa urged. Suddenly, she was no longer sad but thrilled. She was like a school girl when it came to Andy. "And, her accent is so hot. You can tell she's from New York and Italian. Her voice is so sultry. She could just talk to me and I'd get so wet."

"Why are you so, what's the word, cachonda," Mia finally spoke up as she finally looked up from her cell phone.

"What the hell does that mean," Lisa asked with offense.

"Translate for me, baby girl," Mia told me casually. This always happened. Mia knew English just as well as everyone else but for some reason sometimes her brain just clicked off. She'd start off talking in English and just go right into Spanish, knowing that most people didn't know what the hell she was talking about. I was always translating for her.

"She basically asked why are you so horny," I clarified.

"She's just gorgeous, okay?"

"Do you want her? I can kind of blow her off and then send her your way," I offered to Lisa. It was up to Lisa if she wanted to accept the offer or not. It was a one chance offer and if she said no then she better not try to stand in my way with Andy. "I'll treat this as my daily offering to the needy," I joked.

"Or to the thirsty," Tyra added with a giggle. We high-fived and Mia cackled as Lisa gave us all the middle finger.

"No, it's fine. She wants you. I could tell by the way she was looking at you. She was looking at you as if she could eat you right on up, girl," Lisa told me before giving me like ten winks in a row. She was already wasted and we hadn't left yet.

Andy texted me with the details of the nightclub and told me to meet her there. Tyra offered to drive since she hadn't been drinking and didn't plan on to for the rest of the night. Lisa offered to drive, but we'd have a death wish if we put her behind the wheel. I didn't trust her driving even when she wasn't intoxicated. We arrived to the nightclub and from the instructions in Andy's text, we were supposed to go up to the bouncer and say the word, "borgata." I had no f-cking idea what that meant, but I said it and the bouncer almost instantly nodded and had someone escort us up to the upper level of the club.

Me and my girls had been to this nightclub a couple of times. It was an alright place to go if you wanted watered down liquor and to be attacked by a bunch of f-ckboys. Luckily, tonight, we didn't have to deal with the assholes down in the general crowd. The place was packed and if we were down there, I knew I would have some sweaty guy pressed against my back in the matter of seconds. Despite the amount of people on the ground floor, the V.I.P. section wasn't that crowded. There were more half-naked and fully-naked girls around than anything. I could've swore one of them was sucking off a guy in the corner, but I didn't investigate too much further into it. Instead, I searched for Andy until I easily found her.

She was leaning against the rail that oversaw the club, staring at the partygoers below her. From what it seemed, she wasn't paying any attention to the girls who were begging for attention from the other gang members. She was on her lonesome with a joint in her mouth and a glass of brown liquor in her hand. I watched as she alternated the two substances. She would take a puff, wait, take a sip, wait, take another puff. In a room of people to keep her company, she was in her own little world. Part of me didn't want to approach her and ruin the little vibe she had going on, but Mia pushed me towards her.

I turned around quickly and gave her a menacing glare as she wiggled her eyebrows at me. With annoyance, I rolled my eyes at her and then looked towards Andy. She was still zoned out. I could see how people could easily feel intimidated by her. She had one of those faces that read that she didn't f-ck around. I could tell she had no problem with killing someone or getting her hands dirty. That slightly turned me on. I loved those problematic souls. They kept sh-t interesting. "Hey, Andy," I ended up yelling over the music to get her attention.

I don't know why I wasn't expecting her to turn around, but when she did my heart skipped a beat and my stomach turned. Even though, it felt like everything within me was pacing, I put on a confident smile. From her, I got a slow and gradual smile that I wasn't even sure was categorized as a smile. "Hey. I'm glad you and your girls made it." Unexpectedly, she walked up to each of my friends and gave them a hug as a greeting. Lisa held on a little too long. If she held her for one second more, I was going to pull out my pocket knife and slit her f-cking throat. I offered her Andy and she declined, drunk or not, she better keep her distance.

Sh-t. What the f-ck was wrong with me? I was acting as if I was actually with Andy. I could be one crazy b-tch sometimes. I needed to calm down. This girl wasn't mine and I doubt she'd ever be. We'd probably f-ck and never talk again. I needed a reality check. Right when I was lecturing myself to keep my sh-t together, Andy gave me my hug. It was secure and f-ck did she smell good. She smelled like some intoxicating cologne mixed with the smell of marijuana. Her body was so hard, but comfortable and I got the gist of why Lisa didn't want to let her go. Even when she pulled me from the hug, her hand stayed on the small of my back. "We have drinks coming in and there's some over by our bar if you ladies get thirsty," Andy gestured.

"Drinks! We could use some drinks! Isn't that right, Lisa and Tyra?!" I could kill Mia with her overreaction. It was obvious that she was just trying to pull the girls away to get me and Andy alone. I gave her a stare that basically read, 'really, b-tch?' In response, she pushed her lips out to give me an air kiss before pulling the girls over to the bar.

Andy's hand remained on the small of my back for a few more seconds until she finally removed it. I could see her staring at me up and down. She bit her lower lip and a quick smirk came to her face before it disappeared. She liked the way I was filling out my dress. I may or may not wore my most revealing one to make sure I got her attention. "So, Delaney, what do you do," she asked me suddenly. Just as suddenly, she frowned as if something was off. "Wait, excuse me for being rude, would you like a joint?" She reached into the chest pocket of her plaid, short sleeved shirt to pull out a white, rolled substance. I simply shook my head at her. "You sure? I'm not trying to pressure you or anything."

"No. I just don't smoke. My grandfather died from lung cancer so it kind of hits home." I don't know why I told her that as if she even cared. All I had to give her was a simple 'yes' or 'no', not a mini background story.

"Sorry to hear about that. Here. I'll put this out." Out of respect, Andy put out the joint she was smoking. I didn't mean for her to stop enjoying herself. I didn't even expect her to care. The gesture was sweet and unexpected.

"You didn't have to, you know?"

"But I wanted to, darlin'," she told me with a soft, crooked grin. What a gorgeous f-cking piece of sh-t. What the hell was she doing to me? My heart was fluttering like I was in high school staring in the eyes of my crush. Her accent and the way she called me 'darlin'' was enough to make me go crazy. "You don't like smoking so I won't smoke around you out of common courtesy." A bad girl with manners. Was she sent from heaven or something? Were my prayers finally being answered? "So, back to your job, what do you do?"

"Nothing, actually. I just graduated from college and I'm planning on going to medical school, but I'm taking some time off."

"Smart girl," was all Andy said with a subtle smirk on her face.

"So, what do you do," I asked foolishly. I mentally slapped myself for that stupid ass question.

She laughed at me, rightfully so. Andy finished off what was in her glass before sitting it down. For a while, she stared at me with amusement, chuckling every now and then. "What do you think I do, doc?" When she asked the question she looked into my eyes and trickled her fingers down my shoulder.

I got goosebumps and shivers down my spine. F-ck, Andy could get anything she wanted from me with those pet names, those looks and her touchy hands. "Are you a police officer," I ended up joking to her. My voice was lower and suggestive as I kept my eyes on her. It was a joke, but it came out pretty damn sexual and she caught that.

Once again, she laughed at me but this time it was soft and erotic. "No, I'm not a police officer, darlin'. I make money doing illegal sh-t for my crew. I'm dangerous and careless. What do you think about that, huh?" She stepped a step closer to me and I swear, I was f-cking soaking. What the f-ck was she doing to me?!

Biting my bottom lip, I gave her a flirtatious glare. "I think that's really f-cking hot," I replied as I reached over to the collar of her shirt. I began playing with it as I did all my talking with the desire in my eyes.

Andy licked her lips before clenching her jaw as if she was trying to restrain herself. "You're really gorgeous, did you know that? I couldn't keep my eyes off of you earlier and I can't now."

Before I could reply, a man came over and put his hand on Andy's shoulder. He whispered something in her ear and she rolled her eyes. The two began whisper yelling at each other. I only heard certain words come from Andy's mouth like: "handle it", "kill" and "f-ck off." When she was done with him, the guy walked off. Andy ran her fingers through her hair with frustration. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine."

"You want a drink?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Don't tell me your grandmother died from liver cancer so you don't drink either," she joked as she laughed. I remained serious and looked down as if I was sad. "Wait, did she? Jesus! I'm f-cking sorry!"

I ended up laughing way too soon in my act to look upset. The way she said, 'Jesus' was so f-cking adorable in her accent and it was cute to see her actually apologetic over something like that. "I'm just f-cking with you. I drink, but I'm not in need for a drink tonight."

"Why? You're afraid I'll drug you or something," Andy asked me with pure offense. Her voice was raised and her stare went from playful to stone cold. The glare put the fear of god within me. She grabbed my arm aggressively, but almost instantly she dropped it and began laughing. She really shouldn't joke with me that way. I liked crazy, rough sh-t like that. I guess she was trying to pay me back about the whole grandma thing. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you, or your friends. I'm not like that. Just because I'm a gangster doesn't mean I don't have decency, you know?"

Before I could reply, Tyra, Lisa and Mia walked back up. Lisa looked horrible as if she could hurl at any f-cking moment. Why did those dumbasses feed her more drinks? "You're so f-cking hot," Lisa told Andy as she fell into her.

Andy chuckled awkwardly, and held her up straight. Lisa hands met Andy's face as she felt it. "You have amazing bone structure and your skin is so soft," she told her.

"Thank you," Andy said as politely as she could.

Cutting right to the chase without any warning, Lisa asked a daring question, "You want to f-ck me?" Her hands met the buttons of Andy's shirt.

"Okay, Lisa, that's enough," I quickly intervened. Andy wasn't my girl, but she was my girl so out of respect Lisa had to get off of my girl before I went batsh-t crazy on her. Andy and I were having some kind of conversation going on and she walked up talking about some bizarre sh-t.

"You're drunk, darlin'," Andy replied. Was it bad that I got mad her for calling Lisa 'darlin'? F-ck, I was whipped. There was nothing to be f-cking whipped about yet and here I was wrapped around her finger.

"I don't care. I've been wanting you to touch my p-ssy since I saw you," Lisa slurred. That nasty b-tch. Without any warning, she pushed her lips against Andy's. My mouth dropped open as she pounced on her. "Please, just f-ck me," she begged Andy between the kiss that Andy actually fell into. It was taking everything within me not to beat Lisa's ass. I had to tell myself it wasn't that serious. Andy wasn't my woman. Not my business.

I was getting sick to my stomach and infuriated. Andy's hands began feeling on Lisa's body and honestly, Lisa wasn't the only one about to catch an ass beating. Here I was liking Andy, probably going to let her get in my pants tonight and she's going to pull some sh-t like this? She could kiss this sh-t goodbye. Lisa isn't even half of me. If she wants to settle for less then fine. She could get the rotten cantaloupes in Walmart when she had Whole Foods right here. Not my problem.

The kissing and touching really only lasted for a few seconds and I was being overdramatic. Andy pulled away from Lisa and wiped her face. "You're drunk," she repeated to her before stepping back. She looked down shamefully. Yeah, that's right. Look down. You ruined your chance, darlin'. Stupid b-tch. She's not even that gorgeous.

Tyra rolled her eyes at Lisa who was still begging for Andy. "Mia and I are actually going to take her home. She's too drunk."

"You're my ride," I reminded Tyra.

"There's something called Uber, puta. Plus, I'm sure Andy can take you home," Mia urged.

"Actually, maybe Andy should take Lisa home and we'll go," I responded. I was obviously jealous and petty. I started to strut away from Andy, but her arm wrapped around me and pushed me against her body in a swift and easy motion.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure Delaney gets home safely, ladies. No worries," she told my friends. She had some f-cking nerve grabbing me like that. My friends had even more nerve to just walk away as if I was in safe arms. Andy held me tightly, my back was pressed against the front of her. Her lips pressed against my earlobe and she nibbled along it. F-ck. "You really want to be a doctor with an attitude like this," she asked before chuckling softly. I hated that I smiled at that. I bit my lip to hide it. "There's no need to be jealous, darlin'. I'm sorry. She kissed me. I got confused for a few seconds but I don't want her. I want you, Delaney. I want to get to know you and I'd love to take you out some time."

Okay, how could I stay mad at that? "Do you have a crush on me," I decided to tease her.

She chuckled and I put my hands on her arms. I could feel her breathing against my neck and I loved her having that close to me. "I do, actually. I like girls with attitudes."

"Lucky for you, I like girls that knows how to handle me and my attitude."

"You're something else, doc. Tell you what, why don't we go somewhere quieter? I just want to hear you clearly. We can go somewhere in public if you don't trust me."

"Don't worry. I trust you. You're not as bad as you put on."

"We'll see about that."

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