15| I will stab you.

I don't get drunk; I just get

less classy and more fun.

Kathy's POV

I curl my hair and change into a new outfit. Then I put on makeup to make it look like I'm older.

Outfit:

Cece finishes getting ready and glances at my outfit. She gasps and says, "Spin for me."

I give her a weird look and turn around. "Damn, girl. You're smoking hot. If Anthony can't see that, that's his loss." She says.

I laugh and say, "I love the fabric. It's so soft... But I feel like my boobs will spill out of the top. Is it supposed to look like that?"

"Just pretend like it's a sports bra. Your ass looks hot, and your boobs look amazing." She says.

"I look amazing? Bitch, look at you." I exclaim.

Cece's Outfit:

"It really shows off your figure," I say.

"Thanks, babe." She says, winking. I laugh, and she says, "It shows off my nonexistent tits. Now let's go get drunk!"

We strap on our heels and start walking toward the elevator. Cece drives us towards the club and finds a parking spot.

After the bouncer lets us in, Cece drags me straight to the bar. We buy eight shots of tequila and split them. Cece finishes quicker than me and orders another round. A few shots later, we make our way towards the dancefloor.

I catch a guy checking out Cece and shout, "That guy has been checking you out since we started dancing. You should go and talk to him."

"Are you sure?" She asks, not wanting to leave me alone.

I nod and shoo her away. When she leaves, I walk back to the bar. I drown the last shot Cece ordered for me, and everything becomes a little blurry. I decided to cut myself off and look around for Cece.

"Kathy?" I hear someone shout.

I almost lose my balance when I turn around, but I use the bar to help me stand. I squint at the person and realize I recognize his face. "Hey, Michael!" I shout.

"Hey... Does Anthony know you're here?" He asks, looking worried.

"Why would he care?" I ask in between hiccups. This is when you chug some water, sweetie.

"Because he... You know what, never mind." He says, unsure if he should leave me in this state.

"Do you need a ride home? Did you come here with someone?" He asks. I continue nodding, not really paying attention.

Cece catches my eye and asks if I'm okay. I give her a thumbs up and see Michael is still talking.

"You know, you could be in Anthony's gang! You have the looks and the muscles. Of course, Anthony looks better, but you know..." I slur, annoyed with my hiccups.

He chuckles and says, "I think you've had enough to drink. Do you want me to call you an Uber? My offer still stands about taking you home."

I give him a weird look, and he rolls his eyes. "Not like that. You're not my type, and you're off limits."

I follow him outside and slur, "Off limits?" I almost trip, so Michael lets me use his arm to steady myself.

"Your Anthony's girl. It would be a dick move to make a move on you. Or let something bad happen to you." He says, opening the door for me.

I garble out, "Anthony doesn't like me like that."

I decide to shoot Cece a quick text while Michael is talking. Not paying attention, I let Siri type my text. When I tried typing, it was just gibberish.

I start to feel drowsy, and Michael asks for my address. Before I can tell him, I pass out from the alcohol. Embarrassing.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

I wake up with a headache and look around. Why are we at Anthony's base? I glance at the side table and see some Aspirin and water.

I grab a pill and chug the whole water bottle. I get off the bed and realize I'm barefoot. My heels are near the door, so I grab them and slowly open the door.

I peek my head out and see no one in the hall. I fully open the door and slip out. I tiptoe away from the room, trying to find an exit.

Someone behind me makes a noise, and I quickly spin around. Not looking at their face, I punch them in their stomach and flip them onto the ground.

"Fuck." I hear them grunt. I look at the attacker's face and see Anthony. I gasp and immediately let him go.

"Hey, Sunshine... Remind me never to sneak up on you." He says, trying to get up.

I help him up and say, "Ya, you should remember that..."

"Anthony..." Michael says, coming from the end of the hall. "Kathy got you so good. Her flip was quick and way too easy." He says, shaking his head in disappointment.

Anthony rolls his eyes and says, "I was just surprised, that's all."

"Oh, you're saying I couldn't beat you in a fight?" I ask, challenging him.

He smirks at me and says, "I would surely win."

"Then let's make a bet," I say, smirking back.

"If you win, I'll do whatever you want that's appropriate and not too illegal," I say.

"Okay. If you win, you can-" Anthony says.

Michael cuts in and says, "She can join our gang!"

"What?" Anthony and I ask at the same time.

"I mean, come on... She already knows about us and has her street fighting skills. We can teach her all the weapon stuff, and in the end, she'd be a great asset. She also just kicked your ass..." Michael says, trailing off.

Anthony shrugs and asks, "Deal?"

"What do I get out of joining your gang?" I ask, eyeing his hand.

He scoffs and says, "If you were to win and join, you'd get a salary. You'd also get to spend plenty of time with me." What happened to earning money in a not-sketchy way?

He winks, and I laugh. "Say no more," I say mockingly. We shake hands, and I ask, "So when are we doing this?"

"Right now." He says, wanting me to follow him. Michael excitedly leaves to tell everyone.

I look down at my outfit and ask, "You want me to fight in this?"

He turns around and slowly checks me out. "You done?" I ask with a smug look.

I bite my lip nervously when he doesn't answer. He meets my eye and says, "Now I am."

I smack his arm, and he chuckles. "I'm sure Alessia can lend you some clothes. But I definitely wouldn't mind having that view when I win."

"I will stab you," I say, showing him my heels.

He stops walking and presses me against the wall. The playful atmosphere disappears, and he cups my jaw. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I'd like to see you try."

I look him in the eye, about to respond, when Michael returns. Anthony and I immediately separate and distance ourselves.

"Everyone's ready," Michael says, eyeing us suspiciously.

I follow them into a room with a ring and ask, "Who are these people?"

Anthony responds with, "This is the Red Claw."

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