Chapter 1

"Where is it?" I groaned in frustration. He must have moved it elsewhere and now I can't find it anywhere. I was running out of time.

"Where is that damn folder?" My annoyance was growing by the second as I continued my frantic search. At least, I have a good sixty seconds before...

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled lowly at me.

Shocked by the sound of his voice, I turned around to face him. The look on his face was dangerously calm. He walked around his desk and opened one of the drawers which had an inner secret compartment.

"Looking for this?" He asked pulling out a folder and placing it on the desk.

I looked at the folder. It was the darn folder I had been searching for.

" What are you really doing here Serena or should I say Luna?"

My eyes darted towards him. In less than a second, we pointed out guns at each other at the same time. Things weren't supposed to happen this way. I kept panicking in my head. He kept his finger on the trigger and was slowly pulling it, as I did the same.

"Was he really going to shoot me?" I thought.

"Was I really going to shoot him?" I also thought.

...

Taking one last look in the mirror, I smiled feeling satisfied with my appearance. I wore a tight black mini dress paired with black heels. My wavy brunette hair came down to rest just above my waist. My make up was done with a smokey eyeshadow and a nude lipstick, my cheeks tinted with a light blush.

Just after putting on my heels, my room door burst open.

"What's taking you so long?" Kimberly, my cousin and bestie, asked.

"Calm down. I'm ready." I said turning around to face her.

"Damn you look hot."

"Thanks you're not too bad yourself." I said smirking at her black crop top, dark red flared mini skirt and black heels. She also had makeup on which complimented her blonde hair.

We walked out of the room to the tech room to find Dax and Ashton waiting for us. They were the tech nerds who gave required information for any mission.

"Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" Dax smirked as I rolled my eyes at him.

"Just tell us about this dude." I scold.

"He is Mr Gilbert. He owns the Midnight Club. He is a drug addict and trafficker. He owes your dad a lot of money and by the way, he's into prostitution of young girls." Ashton says with his usual bored expression. Kimberly and I share a look of disgust.

"Is he at least cute?" Kim asks.

"He's 56 years old." Dax replies.

"Ewww" she grimaces. It wasn't as if she was going to be involved in this. She's only coming along in case of emergencies.

At the night club, I sat at a quiet part waiting for Me Gilbert. My eyes searched for Kim who ditched me as soon as we walked through the door. I sighed as I found her grinding on a stranger. Typical Kimberly. The night club actually consisted of young girls packed with makeup and working as prostitutes. I mindlessly scrolled through my phone, bored. The old fool hadn't shown up yet.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I looked up to see a blue eyed blonde guy staring at me.

"Um... No thank you." I denied. He was cute but not my type.

"Just one drink." He pleaded.

I wasn't in the mood for this, coupled with my annoyance. So I stood up to go elsewhere, but, he held my wrist in a tight grip.

"What the f..."

"Why are you bothering my girl?" Another guy cut me off, placing his hands on my waist.

"Blondie immediately freed my wrist which was red and forming a bruise.

"I didn't know she was with you." Blondie said.

"Well she is so back off." The guy said glaring at Blondie as he walked away.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I didn't need you to save me."

"I was just trying to help." He defends.

"I don't need your help." I harshly said and stormed of to another side of the club.

I watched people grinding against each other on the dance floor,others making out and some even throwing up at corners or rushing in the direction of the toilets. Tired of waiting for Mr Gilbert to come through the door, I walked into the VIP section with the fake ID Dax gave me. Mr Gilbert was sitted on a couch sipping what looked like whiskey, with two girls by his side and one on his lap. Ugh! He must have come in when Blondie was bothering me.

"Who are u looking for doll?" He asked, checking me out. In the most sweet, innocent voice I could muster, I replied while twirling a strand of my hair.

"Oh! I'm looking for Mr Darcy."

"He isn't here tonight, but you are welcome to sit down." He said patting his laps after dismissing the girls who were with him.

"What's your name sweet thing?" He asked after I sat down.

"Luna". I say. He leaned forward and tucked a strand of my hair behind my head.

"You're very pretty. Has anyone ever told you that?" I shake my head no and blush. He stared at my lips and rubbed my arms sensually.

"What did you need Mr Darcy for? Maybe I could help you." He whispered, kissing my neck. I was really resisting the urge to barf all over his face.

"Can we go somewhere private?" I asked, running my fingers up and down his disgusting chest.

He nodded and took me to a private room. He grabbed me by my waist, ready to kiss me, but I kneed him in his groin. He groaned in pain and crumpled to the ground.

"What the hell?" He managed to say.

"You are a disgusting old man." I pulled out my silencer and shot him in the leg.

"YOU BITCH!" He yelled. Ignoring him, I pulled out a piece of paper from my bra.

"I need you to sign this here."

"What is that?"

"You're giving my father complete ownership of this night club."

"Hell no!" I sigh and shoot him in his other leg. He writhed in pain.

"Sign this if you want to get out alive."

"Give me the damn paper." That was easier than I expected. He pulls out a pen from his pocket and signs at the bottom of the paper.

"By the way, it's Luna Garcia."

"I never knew Mr Garcia had a daughter." He said, surprised.

"Well now you do, but you won't live to tell the story." I say and shoot him in the head.

...