A pitch-black sports car screeches to a stop right in front of a pitiful Love Motel. The drunks staggering around were to ask the driver for money, but they had a feeling to steer clear of the car. For it was so out of place in the neighborhood.

     After the car was parked, the driver stepped out. It was a gorgeous young girl with slick black hair with slight curls at the tip. She had an expensive suit on and was glittered with gold rings. She lacked any emotion as she strutted toward the motel. The bystanders immediately recognized her and quickly turned away because they were not ready to die. For the girl wasn't just some spoiled rich Daddy's girl, but the oldest child of Rosco Sandoval, the head mafia Boss of the Sandoval Family.

...

     As Erica angrily walks inside, she is spotted by the Front Desk. Her eyes widened as the worker gives Erica a hotel key.

    "S-second floor-r. Room 112..." The front desk stutters.

     Erica grabs the card. She then turns to the elevator and gets on.

     When she finally gets to room 112's door, she hears giggles and whispers, from inside the room. She lets out an exasperated sigh and unlocks the door. Which reveals two young half-naked women draped over a handsome naked man that has his arms around them.

      " Both of you two out," Without a reaction, she points at the two startled girls. Without a second thought, they grabbed their stuff and ran out.

     "Love ya, Darlings! Call me when you want some more fun!" the naked man yells to them from the bed as Erica shuts the door.

     As if Erica wasn't there, he gets up puts on his pants, and starts searching for his button shirt.

    Erica impatiently waits for him to find his shirt when she finally spoke, " Well?" she says angrily.

    The half-dressed man chuckles and starts buttoning his shirt. "Sorry Boss, I didn't know you wanted to be invited if that was the case then I would have told ya," After only buttoning up the shirt on the lower half. he finds a cigarette and lights it.

     Irritated by his nonchalance, she steps toward him and slaps him across his face with a loud smack. This made him drop his newly lit cigarette as the cigarette falls there fell silence for a moment.

     "I didn't come here to hear your disgusting fuck boy habits, Arson, but for the information on the meeting happening today." Erica finally says. She hated when people looked down on her and knew she shouldn't take it on Arson because he always talked like this but she needed to go to that meeting. She also knew Arson wouldn't push back after being beaten by her. Cowardly but effective against stress.

     Unfazed, he looks down at Erica and gives her a nod.

     "Sorry, Boss," he clears his throat, My informants confirmed that the meeting you mentioned is in no way coming into place. " he relights another cigarette and takes a long drag. " However, I don't trust a single shit they say and looked into it myself. Those two fine ladies were VIP's special maids," He says with a wink.

     Erica could only roll her eyes in response.

     He continues, " Those two, for a nice offer and a check, told me that the meeting is being held in the great hall in the east wing at one where you must need a pass. If you only had let me finish, we could have gotten those special passes but then again..." He crouches by the bed and reveals his go-to gun. He smirks, "You've always liked it the hard way."