Adrian Volkov
Adrian sat at the bar. He hated being in this social situation, but he had to get out of the house. He wasn't staying there with their enemies being...questioned. He'd leave that up to Viktor. Good luck to him.
He ordered a beer, which was given to him by his family's ally, Nikki the bartender. It was nice having her here, because she could easily poison their enemies.
Adrian glanced around, slightly nervous. He knew his rivals could show up any minute. Perhaps he was being paranoid. At this point, nobody could really blame him.
Taylor
.they answer all my secret wishes.
Taylor moved quickly across the dance floor, her body swaying to the rock music as she stepped up to the bar. She was the owner and founder of the Night Club, and she gave a sharp whistle to the bartender tonight. As she got her whiskey, she smiled and gave a nod. Thanks babe. She said softly in that melodic voice of her before she downed the shot and continued to sway.
She stood next to Adrian, not paying him any mind, when suddenly another man came up from behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Hey baby. Whats say me and you go back to my place and have our own private party. He spoke so loud, people all along the bar could hear, and with a seductive smile she said in return ,B>No thanks, honey. I'm not the girl your looking for tonight. She turned to walk away, but his hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you. He spat in her face. She tried to shove away from him, but he was a big guy and she only stood at 5'2. Her bright green eyes flashed dangerously. Let go. She hissed. I like them fiesty. He mumered, his grasp tightening.
Adrian Volkov
Adrian stood up and approached the man and Taylor, his footsteps quieter than the commotion around him. He pulled a pistol out of his trenchcoat and held it to the man's back. "Let her go." He said in that thick Russian accent of his.
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As the man felt the gun pressed to his back, he let go of Taylor. Fine. You want the little slut you can have her. Before he could blink, Taylor turned around and punched him straight in the nose. An audible crack was heard, followed by a few more punches to the mans chest, throat and jaw. A bouncer came forth, but instead of throwing Taylor out, he merely grabbed the man and began to drag him outside. The black haired woman growled then yelled to the bouncer Make sure he stays out, Mike! The man nodded, and threw the guy out the door. I didn't need help. She hissed at Adrain, but she was grateful even though she didn't show it.
Adrian Volkov
Adrian lowered his pistol an put it back into his trenchcoat. "What's the point in helping only those who need it?" He said with a smile. It was something his mother had always told him long before she was killed. She always had good advice. Adrian watched the man get thrown out, giving him a look that said, 'You risk your life if you come here again.'
He then sat back at the bar. Nikki looked at him, shaking her head. "Be careful about bringing guns to the bar, Adrian. The wrong person might see you." She scolded. Adrian shrugged. "It's self defense. Who knows, one day I could even save your life!" He chuckled sarcastically.
Taylor
She looked at Nikki and gave a tight smile. Its ok, Nik. I'll let it slide this time. She flicked her green eyes back to the russian. Why you here, hot shot? I don't like guns in my club. Everyone knows that. She reached over the bar and grabbed a beer and took a quick drink. She wasn't an alcoholic, but sometimes a girl just needed to forget who she was and what she did.
Adrian Volkov
Adrian glanced over at Taylor, but looked away and said nothing. Nikki sighed, shook her head, and looked from Adrian to Taylor. "He's just paranoid." She mumbled.
Adrian narrowed his eyes. "Damn right I am. And I've got every right to be paranoid with the..." He stopped right there, not wanting to let the whole world know of the Volkov family's feud with the Akatsuki gang. "Let's just say I've got a lot of enemies." He was having a bad day, as he had been attacked by the rival gang on more than one occasion, and currently, two of them were being held hostage at his house. He couldn't even get any sleep with them there.
Taylor
Taylor gave him a small smile. Everyone has enemies, chico. She took another pull off her beer, before she turned to face him. Taylor. She said holding out her hand. She was a tiny little thing, but there was power in her eyes and a strength to her body that looked as though it would never go away. The music was pumping, and her other hand was tapping lightly on her thin yet shapely leg. You look tired. Do you need a place to sleep? She smiled. Tonight could turn into a good night after all.
Adrian
Adrian shook his head, sighing. "I'm not so sure everyone's enemies are as bad as these ones." He mumbled, glancing at Taylor and begrudgingly shaking her hand. "Adrian Volkov." He replied dully. "I have a place to sleep. And I'm not tired." He was stubborn. It was clear that he was tired by the circles under his eyes. He could easily go out to his father's fishing vessel and stay there for the night, but he risked getting railed on again about getting caught up in gang violence.
Taylor
She smiled at him, allbeit a dark one. Don't lie, chico. I spent three years training to be an FBI agent. Your tired, the bags under your eyes prove it. I have an extra bed at my place. You can crash there for awhile. Her place was above the bar, and sound proofed so that no one could hear what went on up there, and so that everything down here was tuned out. I promise. I don't bite. Hard. She smiled at him before taking a final pull of her beer. I won't jump you in the middle of the night. Lets just say I'm trying to pay it forward and help out a guy who seems to need it.
Adrian
Adrian was getting a bit fed up. "MB
Kendra, a young girl, walked up to Adrian. She looked up at Taylor. "Are you talking to my uncle? What are you talking about?" She questioned.
Adrian looked down at his niece. "You'd be bored by it, Kendra. Go play with your brothers." He mumbled. Kendra shook her head. "But I want to talk too!" She protested.
Taylor
She arched an eyebrow then shrugged. Whatever. So much for being nice to you. Taylor was a bitch. Plain and simple, and this was the first time in a long time that she was trying to be nice. Her eyes traveled to Kendra, and she gave Adrian an evil smile. If he didn't want to accept her hospitality she would show him just how truly nasty she could be. Sex, babydoll. We're talking about sex, would you like to join in our converstion? She stepped up onto a bar beneath the counter, and stepped onto the bartop, before hopping down on the otherside. She began to pour herself a drink, one that she had never had anyone make herself before. It was strong, quite strong, and would knock a normal person out.
Adrian
Adrian shook his head and ordered another beer. "I've seen so much shit in my life that nice scares me now." He said sarcastically.
Kendra looked at her uncle and gasped. "You said a bad word..." She tattled. "And your lady friend did too."
Adrian looked down at the little girl. "Kendra, this is an adult conversation. Go play somewhere else for now." His voice was rather monotonous at the moment. Kendra sighed and walked away.
Nikki looked at Taylor. "See, with Adrian, you can't move so quick. You really are scaring him. You have to be slow and thoughtful about it." She explained. Adrian cast an annoyed glance at the young woman. "I can hear you, Nikki. You're talking to her like you're teaching her how to train a dog." He grumbled. Normally he was in a much better mood. Unfortunately, this wasn't one of his better moments.
Taylor
She was about to snap at Nikki about how she could fire her, when a noise caught her attention. She spun around just in time to have her son pushed into her arms. I Can't do this anymore Taylor! Screamed a black haired man with shocking blue eyes. I want nothing to do with your son. Taylors eyes went flat. Hes your son to, Leto. she said softly. No. For all I care, throw him in a river. With that, the black haired man walked away. Aidan, the little boy in Taylors arms, giggled and waved at Adrian. He had the same shocking blue eyes as Jared, and the same raven black hair as both his mother and father. Taylor turned around, the boy still in her arms as she swayed. Don't ever have a one night stand, Nikki. She said, her voice monotone. She turned and began to walk away with the boy still in her arms. Aidan started screaming and holding his arms out to Adrian, while his mother cooed to him and tried to get him to calm down.
Adrian
Adrian watched the man arrive. He kept his distance from the two and their son. He looked at the little boy. "He's not so bad..." He reached out to Aidan and stroked the baby's cheek. "What's his name?"
Dimitri walked out from the shadows in the back of the club. He was carrying a laptop computer, a small radio, a walkie-talkie and a briefcase full of high-tech equipment. He had been listening in on the conversation and had heard Taylor speak to Nikki. "It's too late for that. She already did and that's how she got the quadruplets. My psycho older brother had--" He was cut off by Nikki, who glared at him. "Stop right there, Dima. I've got plenty of secrets about you too. Let's see...there's Lark..." She taunted. Dimitri walked up to the counter. "Don't mention her, Nichole." He seemed a bit frustrated and nervous at the mention of his deceased cousin's name. But pushing that aside, he sat down near Adrian and looked at Taylor and Aidan. "Dobriy vecher, ma'am. I'm Dimitri. I see you've already met my brother and Nikki." The younger Russian man said. Normally, he wasn't this talkative. But with gang activity winding down, he was in a relatively great mood.
Taylor * Aidan
Aidans bright blue eyes were on Dimitri and he squealed, holding his arms out to the man. Taylor sighed softly. His names Aidan. Her eyes traveled from one to the other. Had she really been out of the Club this long, that she knew nothing of its inhabitants anymore? She was about to bow out and head to her 'house' when a familiar face caught her attention. Oh, I don't even begin to think so. She hissed under her breath. She set Aidan on the bar, murmering something in another language and walked about ten feet away to grab a girl by her shirt and haul her over to the bar. What are you doing here, silver? She hissed. The girl was one Dimitri would know. Hunter, from earlier that week. Taylor. I... Um... Hi, baby, how are you? She said, trying to appease the older woman, while backing up. She stepped right into the bar, its high countertop hitting her in the middle of her back. I... Didn't know you'd be here. Your never here anymore, did you know that? She gave a nervous laugh, and looked at the exit, guaging to see if she could make it in time. I told you not to come back here. Not after your last incident. The sixteen year old seemed to take offense at that. He drew his knife out first. I was just defending myself. Taylor didn't seem amused. Again, Hunter looked at the doorway but her eyes landed on Dimitri. Hey! She said, trying to distract Taylor long enough to get away.
Dimitri
Dimitri turned around and looked at Hunter. It was apparent that Taylor had a grudge on Dimitri's only friend. He stepped closer to the two, trying to pull Taylor away. "Leave her alone." His tone was very, very venomous. He had a knife in a sheath around his leg, but for the moment, he didn't resort to weapons. However, if Taylor made one wrong move, he wouldn't hesitate to 'defend' himself. "Hunter, what's going on?"
Adrian stood up and Nikki stepped back. "Taylor, what's this about?" He asked calmly. He didn't want anybody to get hurt. David would absolutely kill him if somebody got hurt and Adrian did nothing.