Stalker Girl: The Pretender

Two: Anarchy 28

Blue Foundation & Zeds Dead- Eyes On Fire (Zeds Dead Remix)

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On my sixteenth birthday, my brother gifted me three cars because he couldn't decide which one to get. My number one, Sally that girl. A cherry red 1964 Ferrari 205 LM. My number two, Daisy. A teal McLaren 720s. And my ride or die, Declan. My charcoal gray Aston Martin DBX. I will never forget that night. Will and his best friend Lance took me out to the clearing just outside of Spectate the club the two of them opened that year, to teach me to drive.

Lance has been assigned to be my personal bodyguard for the time being. Will is being overprotective since this is the first time I demand to have my own place. The first time I'm not glued to his hip. So, he's a little worried about what I might get into. A bodyguard might be a stretch he's more like my babysitter. He doesn't hover but I know when he's close.

The renovation and reconstruction of Fun Town took a lot less time than I had expected. I used one of the underground storage facilities as my office. The storage room where my mother dumped Jenny's body. I've been down here for a few days, making it my own.

The entire back wall is covered in surveillance monitors so I can see every inch of my new venue. The walls are all painted a pretty glittery black. My brother insisted on furnishing my office and he didn't disappoint. The floating glass shelves are my favorite. In certain lighting, they disappear, and my collection of Harley Quinn fingerings kind of looks like they're just floating there. The desk is a big deal. It's not too big but it's not small either. The black marble top is pretty and has several places where I can hide my weapons.

"Lil Sis," a tap on the door tears my attention away from my screen. I press to button next to my eMax desktop to open it. Lance watches the door open and laughs. "That's f*****g cool, X,"

"Thanks," I smirk and go back to work. "What is it, Lance?"

Today is the Grand Opening of Grimace and my brother's favorite DJ is playing tonight. Zeds Dead. It's his birthday so he doesn't know he's about to have the night of his life. After all, how often does one turn twenty-eight?

"The main event is here, X. I also wanted to run a last-minute change," he says nervously.

"What f*****g last-minute change, Lance? Who the f**k authorized that?" I glare up at him. He shuts his eyes and lets out a little sigh before handing me his ePad. I take it from him.

"I know you wanted Maribello to fight Volt tonight but he's in rehab. Angel dust addiction. But, there's this new fighter climbing up the ranks. His name is Nick the Wraith Cirillo. I should have run it by you first but I had to make the executive choice. It was Cirillo or that f*****g tool Jamerson,"

"Ugh, Jamerson wouldn't have put on a good show. Cirillo, do you think he can take Volt? I need him to get his ass beat tonight. You know Will hates him,"

"Yes, ma'am. It's why I got you this kid to end the night. He's going to be a little late. So we'll start the patrons early with the female fights and once Zeds Dead's set is up we'll start the guys. Which reminds me, the Subatronics Set is going on at seven Zed follows. If you want to get Will over here a little early. You might want to go get him now,"

"How is the crowd?" I ask spinning around in my chair to look at the live footage behind me.

"The tent is packed. The food is great. The rides are a hit. No one throws a party like you, Little Sister," he smirks.

"And the finale?" I ask looking over Wraith's stats. Not bad. I kind of want to see some videos but I don't have time right now.

"Just arrived. I'll walk you to your car so you can take a look," he smiles.

"Do you think it's too much?" I whisper as I go around my desk to get my coat on the coat rack Will swore would look amazing in here. It does but I'll never admit that to him mostly because it looks like a dead tree.

"Compared to some of the s**t we've done before? Nope. This is actually mild. Perfect for him. He hasn't been going out since his breakup with Mina. He needs this,"

"Where is she?"

"In Jersey. She won't show up tonight and even if she does, we're prepared," he smirks as I cover my rave costume up with my long coat. I secure it and slip into my new Demonia Shaker-60 ankle boots.

The two of us make our way back up to the gym to see my guys are setting up. The ring in the middle is my prized possession. I haven't had the privilege to get inside but just looking at it gets me all worked up. The bars set up around the room are well-stocked and ready for the night. The betting polls are right there with them. The excitement in the air is almost electric. It's been a while since I've had a party. Since I've given the guys a reason to let loose.

I'm showered by a series of bows and Little Sister greetings as I walk through them. I greet them all back by name and even ask how some of them are doing. When we get outside, my brother's brand new Huracan is waiting for me to put a f*****g bow on. The matte olive green finish is everything I wanted it to be. He's going to f*****g love this.

"Oh, my god. She's gorgeous," I whisper to myself as I walk around it to make sure there isn't a single scratch on it. I'd die if anything went wrong tonight.

"Yeah," he nods looking it over with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His assistant who I am sure he's sleeping with comes over with a big black bow to give to me.

"Kaylee," I greet her taking it. "How's your sister?"

"She's great, Little Sister. Thank you for asking," she smiles politely as I remove the sticker from the bow and press it to the passenger side's windshield. I spread the ribbon evenly and nod.

"How is her internship going?"

"Really good. Daphne wanted me to thank you for the recommendation letter you sent to Lady Esteban," she holds up a black gift bag.

"Oh, there's no need for that," I shake my head.

"X doesn't like to be handed things, Kay," Lance takes the bag. He waves one of the guys over. "Inspect this and put this in Little Sister's office, please,"

"Yes, sir," Joshua bows his head and takes the bag.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know," she quickly tries to apologize.

"It's fine," I wave her off. "Uh, it's not personal but the last time someone tried to hand me something it almost blew my hand off. I apologize for that. You didn't have to get me anything. You do a lot for Lance. Anything you or your sister need. Let me know. I should head out. I don't want the guest of honor to miss his lame-ass music and laser show,"

"Okay," she laughs.

"Take this around the back. I don't want him to see it until after Volt gets his ass beat," I order Lance.

"Yes, ma'am," he hands me my key fob.

As I'm driving away I see him lean into her intimately to whisper something in he ear. She nods and apologizes. He has to be scolding her for offering the gift. I do feel bad about not taking it but it's happened more than once and my paranoia usually gets the best of me. The last thing I want is to hurt Lance's feelings. The only people I take anything from directly are Lance or Will. Anyone else is unknown.

I pick up the birthday cupcakes I ordered for him and his favorite drink before stopping at Hale Tower. His three assistants greet me and wave forward me to go right into his office. I open the door to find him sitting behind his desk on the phone. I can see his fingers moving under the three screens set up on his desk.

"That will be all, Gigi. Thanks," he says and hangs up. He moves over to his main desk to greet me with a nod.

"Happy Birthday, Will," I smile and go over to him. I place the cupcakes, his drink, and the box with tonight's attire on his desk before going around to put my arm around his shoulders for his hug. He tenses up when I place a kiss on his forehead.

"Lance told me you were on your way," he opens the box. "Strawberry custard?"

"Yes, and French vanilla," I tap his drink.

"Thank you," he looks me over, his eyes landing on my boots. "What are you wearing?"

"Eat up. We have to be back before seven," I tap his desk and take a seat.

"I reserved the VIP booth at Anarchy tonight. Thought you might want to come out with me?"

"Are you going to meet someone there?"

"No, just us and Lance,"

"Nah, you're coming with me. Put that on. We don't want to be late,"

"Okay," the grump furrows his eyebrows and eats one of his cupcakes. He takes a sip from his drink and takes the box before going into the bathroom to change out of his suit. "What the f**k?" he says coming out of the bathroom in the black shorts I got him. The button up in his hand. "Where are we going?"

"Put your holsters on under that," I say taking the paintbrush out of my purse.

I pat the chair next to me. He slips on his holster and takes a seat. I paint the Anarchy symbol on the left side of his chest and add the 28 to it creating this year's crew brand. It's how we keep track of how long our guys have worked for us. Our signature Anarchy brand and the number of the boss's age.

Anarchy is his new Club. It's right in the middle of Muse City. The Apocalypse Skater-themed venue is one of the most popular since it opened three weeks ago. There's a huge waiting list to get in and it's right by the university. So some lucky asshole is going to love the fact that the owner just canceled his reservation.

For the past five years, we've created crew brands based on the new clubs we've opened. Merchandise is created and for the rest of the year, Hale soldiers wear the brand in the name of their primadonna leader. Once the body paint dries he slips on the baseball jersey. The number 01 and HALE are etched on the back and the ANARCHY 28 logo is blasted on the front in gold. I hold up his new Ray-Bans and smile.

"What did you do?" he asks looking me over skeptically once again before going over to his closet to get his black slip-on vans. I don't answer him as we make our way back down to the car.

He doesn't ask again. He just sits there quietly eating his cupcakes. I got him three. One thing about William Hale the Third is his unhealthy affliction with sugar. He rarely has it but when he does, it's a f*****g disaster. So, I've managed to limit his sugar intake to birthdays and special occasions.

The last time he sugar binged was after Mina Porter dumped his ass. He trashed his apartment and I lost him. He woke up in Mexico with no passport, no phone, and no money. He called me two days after his disappearance and I honestly felt like I was dying the whole time. Tonight, I put a tracker in his jersey and another in the button of his shorts.

"Wait, I thought the Grand Opening wasn't until next week," he says looking over the Grimace parking lot. I pull up to the front and the security guard waves me in. I park in front of the main building. The two of us climb out.

"It is. This is for you," I smile at him as I take my coat off. Lance and his guys all come out holding the three-tier black and gold Midas cake with the Anarchy 28 logo on top.

"Happy Birthday, Boss," they all shout.

Confetti cannons erupt around us as he comes around the car with an actual grin on his face. Since my boots give me a few inches he doesn't have to look down at me. He shakes his head and pulls me into a hug.

"Thank you," he presses a kiss to the top of my head and greets everyone else. He's greeted the way the King of Muse should be.

Right away his eyes trail after the half-naked girls heading over to the stage tent. He gives me a glare and steps away from the others with a slice of cake in his hand. He watches them as they go by. He even catches the attention of some of them.

"Want to see what's going on over there?" I ask him.

"I'll bite. What's going on over there?" he chuckles.

"Let's get some drinks. The show starts in fifteen minutes," Lance comes up between us putting his arms around our shoulders. They're all wearing their own ANARCHY 28 jerseys. My brother puts his empty plate on the hood of my car and Lance leads him toward the girls and the liquor.

As I follow behind them with Kaylee, three G-Wagons pull through the gate and head over to the fighter's entrance. Lance glances back at me and mouths that's your boy. I give him a nod and turn my attention to Kaylee.

"Hey, he's had a lot of cake already. I doubt he'll want more but just in case give him this," I place the acid gel tab in her hand. "He's probably going to go for the sweet drinks so expect him to get a little rowdy. Once this takes effect he's not going to want to eat anymore. Don't take your eyes off of him. He will wander off. I'm going to have a talk with Wraith's team. It is his birthday so he and Lance will probably stick together. I will find you guys as soon as I can,"

"No worries. I've got them," she smiles.

"Oh, last thing before I go," I pull out a little box of condoms and give them to her. She laughs. "The last thing I need is some b***h trying to trap him or an oopsie. There are three in there. Text me if you need more,"

"Do you think he will?" she looks over at the guys. My brother is already talking to a girl whose idea of a top is starfish stickers over her n*****s.

"Yeah, he definitely will. Especially with all the sugar, he's already had," we both laugh. "Don't let me down, Kaylee. I'm trusting you with one of the most dangerous men in the world. I know he can be a child but it's one day,"

"Right, what can-" I put my index finger to her lips cutting her off mid-sentence.

"Never ever ask that when we're talking about my brother. Especially when there is candy and naked bitches involved,"

"Okay," she grins. "Wish me luck,"

"Good luck. Don't take offense to his s**t. It's the sugar talking,"