"I only came after you because your family. I don't know yous too well yet, and i did't want you to run off thinkin Im a big asshole or somethin."

He felt that he should clarify so that she knew that he didn't care if she went for coffee.

"Karly's fine. Someone was probably beatin on her. She wouldn't admit it, not after what i did to the last guy. I let her keep her take, poor thing always gets the rough ones."

His coffee came, and he took a sip. It was hot but it was good, this was one of the better places in the area for coffee.

"Yous got good taste comin here. This place is one of the best."

"She wouldn't go into detail about it with me either.. i tried but oh well i guess." She figured it was best to leave out the reason. He didn't need to know, for now it was taken care of. Sweet gesture that he let her keep the money though. 

'Didn't want her to think of him as an asshole' that was rich, then again she didn't know many people around here and if they were all split up into different mafia families than maybe this was the common personality trait shared by all here. If that was the case she was really going to hate it here. Her stomach sank, confidence fading as her head started to play all the choices she had made that lead her to this point in life, and just how much she had fucked it all up. 

"My first night in town, had no money i was soaking wet from rain and had nowhere to stay. I stopped inside to get out of the rain and they fed me sat me next to a heater and let me stay on a bench for the night. It was a nice gesture, so i'll stay loyal. The way i see it, A portion of what I earn is partially thanks to them. So I'll keep coming back  - especially if the coffee is this lovely. Honestly makes it hard to leave...." She looked down into her drink not wanting to look up into his face.

Just fcking great, today was gunna be a self loathing day - she hated those. Maybe she should have just went to bed after all.. 

"Shes to skittish, she attracts a certain type."

He shook his head, a little irritated. You didn't hit women, especially not his women. A cool breeze blew past them, it was a nice morning, especially for coffee. He took a drink of his coffee as he listened to her, she wasn't his girl then, but he still appreciated it. He flagged the barista over to him, and leaned in to whisper.

"Tell your dad hes all paid up for the month."

He nodded and turned back to look at her, she looked a little down. He hand't known her for long enough to try to tell what was eating at her specifically though.

"Hey princess, You feelin alright?"

The girl had been nothing but confident the entire time that he had known her so far, now, not so much. 

She scratched her arm and left it folded under her bosom, zoning out for a moment while he talked to the server. She barely even noticed when he was talking to her again. She snapped backed into reality fast. She would keep her mind guarded from hi and the rest of the world. You let someone in and you become vulnerable... 

"Yup. I'm fine. " her voice cracked and she coughed to clear it. She hauled out her pack of cigarettes and lit one up, a nervous tick. She could focus on the smoke and eliminate some of her surroundings. "4 guys, one night just exhausted ya know? Takes a toll on your body and mind after a while you just need to separate from that world and pretend your part of normal society."

She was trying not to be so aggressive. He didn't know her, didn't really care to know her. She was an obligation now, someone who made him money, and part of the family so he was forced to be concerned, and had to take care of her. Wasn't by his choice, and if she hadn't made such a fuss about meeting him in the first place that she would have maintained her invisible status. This was her fault now, she fucked this place up too.

Tommy continued to watch her, study her facial expressions and mannerisms. He took another drink of his coffee and nodded. She wasn't fine but she wasn't going to talk to him. 

"I understand, let me give you a ride princess, you don't gotta walk back, specially if yous tired. Remember. We are family."

He put his warmest smile on for her and beckoned to the car across the street. She was going to be work, he could tell. 

she tossed away her smoked and sighing. She couldn't run from this forever.. at least for now she had to face her problems head on  - no matter how much she wished she could just sit in front of this little coffee shop forever. No instead, there was a brothel waiting for her, and men that would be lining up to take advantage of her later this evening. She would need the sleep. 

"Ya i guess we should head back.. " saying no would be stupid, she didn't want to start another fight here. She was already defeated. She stood to her feet and folded one of the hundred dollar bills she had made the night before and laid it under her cup for the waitress. She only wished she could be there to witness the pretty smile on the girls face when she saw the money.

She hated that term already too, "family" to an orphan is just a pathetic joke. and keep acting as though she were part of one was starting to make her sick. She was no one else's family. She was alone, and only a fool would think otherwise. Even in a family, you were still just a number, you had a certain level of priority that was different from other members, and if you fuck up then your out. Sure it had a bit more organization than the streets, but the morals were still the same. At the end of the day you were still just a sack of meet waiting for your toe tag and time of death. 

She stood up and so did he, reaching out to put an arm around her. Something that she didn't seem to appreciate, but he did it anyway as he walked her to the car. It was a short drive and they would be back in a few moments, she didn't seem to be on a good one.

"You know, were family. Ill be looking out for yous, and yous can talk to me whenever and bout whatever. I don't know why yous joined up, or what not, but I know nobody forced yous to do that. I also know that Arizona aint in no habit of acceptin people that aint gonna carry their own weight."

He was done with this rant, he hadnt figured this broad out yet. But hed work on that, he had people skills.

She pretended to be asleep and ignored him, he wasn't worried about her. Almost every girl came in here with problems, aint nobody decided they wanted to be a whore. Something pushed them there, at least she decided to fake sleep as to not show disrespect at outright ignoring him. The trip went fast, as he knew it would. She knew when they arrived and she rubbed her eyes as if she was just waking before skulking back inside. Women.

Tommy hummed to himself as he came in, his joint was dead right now as it always was early in the morning. Some of his employees were cleaning up, most would be asleep, his guards were changing shifts. He made his way to the back, there was a locked door, and he brought his keys out and opened it up, hitting a light switch before locking it behind him. He made his way downstairs to his apartment in the basement. It was nice, well furnished, alot of money went into making it that way. He walked over to his bed, and undressed before flopping down. He'd be out soon, it had been a long night.

Johnny had been told to watch Amelia's alcohol consumption, and so he gave her one drink, but nothing nearly as strong as she was most likely looking for. The bartender was loyal, he had been a street fighter for a long time, he ran into Tommy in the ring, in an underground Bare Knuckle boxing match. Tommy had beaten the hell out of him, but quit the match and drove him to a doctor when it had gotten too bad. He paid for everything and offered him a job. Bar tending here was a solid gig, the pay was great, and it came with a ton of benefits. 

The drink that Johnny slid across the bar to Amelia was a medium strength vodka, it smelled worse then it bit, but it seemed strong. It was an encouragement drink for the girls, let them think they were drinking some shine, and give themselves a fake buzz. Worked most of the time anyway, Johnny sighed as he stepped into his bosses office real quick, grabbing three cigars to put in the small humidor under the counter of the bar. He would end up wanting at least 3, and he was bound to be walking up any minute now.

Tommy had woken up feeling great, like normal, he took a shower, and began to put on a nice suit. It was a saturday night, Saturday nights were always busy. As he thought about that he went over to his nightstand and pulled his gun and holster free and put it on. Saturdays always had trouble, he might need his piece. He went into his bathroom and took put some pomade in his hair before coming it over. He thought about what was planned for the night. Nothing out of the ordinary, he'd do his rounds then go to his office or the bar, either or, no big deal.

Amelia leaned over catching her breath, one of the guards had grabbed the blanket from the bed and held it up around here. She wasn't scared now, in fact she was surprisingly calm for such events. She just needed to breath. Fuck guys like that, he could have been a really promising deal and she fucked it up.. played it too innocent maybe? gave him too much control of the situation.. that was her fault. He was easily almost twice the size of her. To be fair,  if it weren't for the security around here tonights events could have been much much worse...

She watched Tommy pulverize the guy, and honestly she didn't exactly feel bad about it. That guy needed to be educated, and Tommy had managed a pretty good job of that. Her heart raced. her chest in general really ached. She had a feeling this one was going to leave a mark, she could already feel the bruises that would form on her hips. Her face remained unharmed though, It didn't hurt like the rest of her. The purple dress lay on the floor in a lump of tattered rag.

Someone helped her walk, and brought her up to her living quarters. She requested to be alone, and so they do did leaving a roll of cash beside her bed. Well at least she made a pretty price off of him after all. She hopped into the shower, and stood still under the head, letting the water run for a while thinking over her situation and what she was going to do now. Would they see her as weak? this was her first busy night for sales and she fucked it up with the first customer. Eventually the water ran cold, and she was forced out of it's safety. Grumbling, she stepped out and into her robe, hauled out her pack of cigarettes, and the shot glass - now ashtray -  and sat at her bedside window in the dark, burning through a good few of them. Tomorrow was sunday, and she was terrified.

Tommy made it to the bar, he had blood splattered all over him, and people had heard screaming, so everyone gave him a wide berth. Johnny didn't bother to ask, he had fought Tommy once and he knew, he slid him 3 glasses of whiskey, and waited for him to ask for something else. But he didnt, he slammed all 3,  and headed downstairs. He took off his suit jacket, sighing, and tossed it onto a chair. He hoped that it could be washed out, but he wouldn't count on it. It was a good thing his tailor, had a business right next door.

He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, he had broken the skin on his right hand, probably on teeth. Once he had cleaned himself up he decided that he should probably check on Amelia. First week and she gets a brute. Bad luck. He threw the bloody suit coat back on and headed up to her room.

She doubted her 4th cigarette and stared out into the street. So far detroit was off to a rocky start. Back in london it took her about 2 years before she got handled that way. She sighed and got off of the chair beside her bed, choosing to crawl under the covers. Tonight was a damn right off anyway, she wouldn't be able to get back into that mindset again for a few hours at least. 

She could hear heavy footsteps in the hall, and she figured it was the guards doing another check up on her. They were a bunch of sweet boys she had to admit, they had been really kind to her since they all met, and just seeing the anger in their eyes was quite comforting tonight.

"Come in Joey, doors Open" she called out, assuming it was the guard on duty

He walked in, blood splatters all over his suit, but as warm of a smile as he could muster, he took a seat on a bed by hers, rubbing his hands together subconsciously.

"Hey Princess, I just wanted to make sure yous was okay. It aint an everyday thing, that sort. Fuck most of the time they stay away, they know what I do when someone gets rough with one of my girls. That guy didn't hear I guess."

He was doing his best to console her, but it really wasn't his forte, but nonetheless he figured it was what needed to be said.

She sat up in the bed wrapping her arms around her knees, nestling her head on the top. "well when a man takes a few too many shots of patrone, it doesn't matter where he is..when your that drunk it's easy to forget consequences." she shook her head and looked up at tommy. "I'm okay though, be back in action soon before the nights out .. not the first time something like thats happened and probably won't be the last.. just really cramp my style and i just need to get some distance... can't have my sales fall because of that fcking wanker.." 

She had been trying to convince herself that she was indeed alright. She didn't want to admit just how much her body hurt. Customers were  going to see the slight beating she received and that was going to be something she needed to work around. Some wouldn't care, others would probably be a little put off by it which would just make her have to work harder in the end. Though she said she was okay her hands still shook as she reached out for her 5th cigarette and the shot glass to ash in . "I'm sorry it happened. I don't want to bring that kind of rep here.. I promise i'll never let it happen again." 

She was driven, she just got her ass beat by a drunk thug and all she could think about was returning back to work. She was getting herself fired up too, he couldn't help but to chuckle when she said wanker. This was the problem with women, she just got her ass beat, and she was apologizing for it. They were soft, fragile, in need of protection, they weren't built for this kind of life. Well with some exceptions. Tommy was not one to be fucked with, but he knew better then to fuck around with Arizona.

"Yous aint got to be sorry, yous did your job and thats all that can be asked of you. That sorry prick, I guarantee hes feeling real sorry right now. I told yous from the start that I'd protect you. If that shit happens again, ill do the same damn thing I did this time. Fucking pricks no better then to try shit in my place. Yous aint never gonna be punished for something like that."

He had worked hard to make his girls feel safe in this line of work, he wanted each and everyone of them to know that if anybody fucked with them, that he was serious about his promise to protect them. Once you were one of his girls, Tommy would kill for you.

She listened to him speak and just nodded in reply. She sighed and tapped her smoke. She had to admit it was nice that he did come to check on her.. he had paid guards to do that job so he really didn't have to. Then again, as far as boss's went, she didn't expect anything less from him in this type of event. She had already seen him get his back up when talking about what could have happened to Karly. Even if on a personal level he didn't care or respect amelia, he did women in general and thats where it really counts. 

"It just sucks cause on a normal day i rather enjoy my job. I take pride in doing it well, and then lil shits like that come along and fuck it up for everyone.. " Twice today he had seen her in some pretty rough shape. Her hair was now a thick wild mess of curls. She gathered her hair and pulled it to one side so the moon light could shine better on her face and shoulder making it easier to see any bruises "Do i still look  okay? If he ruined my face i'm going to go kill him myself..."