Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Miami, Florida
Slow bass beats boomed and shook as the music poured out from the large speakers. Loud dance music filled the room, offering the sound to create an atmosphere for the party commencing within the walls of a place known as Club Atlantis. Downstairs, the dance floor moved with the rhythm of the music, keeping the floor busy. The style of choice was the usual old inspired Synth Pop, a favorite in the local South Beach music scene. Club Atlantis sat on the edge of South Beach, just up north and past the hotels packed with tourists. The club itself had just opened a few years ago in 2012 and quickly had established a reputation as a throwback to the old ways Miami clubs used to be known for back in an older era.
Club Atlantis was known more for what happened behind closed doors rather than the neon lights casting a shade of blue and pink colors around the sign outside. Rumors had swirled around town that the club was a front owned by the Pendroza family though nothing could be proven apart from speculation. The name Pendroza had it's roots in Miami's underworld, going back to the 1980's when Miguel Pendroza had risen as a drug baron in the town. Now thirty years later, his remaining sons were still running the business that had become somewhat smaller from their father's heyday of having a cocaine empire. Martin and Manuel had become known as the 'Pendroza Brothers' in social circles. They were in their forties now as grown men but lived a lifestyle of grandiose playboys, following in the foot steps of their father back in the day.
After years of struggling from within the under belly of the city, the brothers found a way to reignite their father's legacy and carry the torch. Having been born into a drug cartel, a burden was put on their shoulders to climb through the chaos that their father had left to them. Miguel Pendroza's downfall was a major breaking news story over twenty-five years ago. At one time, the elder Pendroza was one of the biggest drug kingpins in all of Miami. The decline began with a major infiltration into the Pendroza Cartel, over a decade in the works by the DEA. It all ended with the arrest of Miguel Pendroza and a high profile trial back in 1992 that sent him away for the rest of his life. The verdict was guilty on counts of drug trafficking, racketeering and blackmail. The shock waves of the trial ignited an investigation into the local government council of Miami Beach, eventually ending with the mayor resigning after his links to organized crime had been exposed in the media.
Twenty five years later, not much had truly changed in Miami Beach except for the balance of power into other hands. Like any other big shot in the drug business, Pendroza's shoes as the main kingpin were soon filled by a new rising star. The status of kingpin changed every few years with no one lasting long at the top. It would be a long climb for his sons to re-establish their father's name in the criminal underworld. The Pendroza brothers spent the next two decades climbing their way up, but while maintaining a low profile to avoid making the same mistakes of their father before them. With the help of cousins and distant family, they eventually rebuilt the cartel of their father's name. Miami Beach was their domain, nothing unlike the days of the past apart from new faces.
Kurt Johnson was the man who's name went down on the line of ownership to Club Atlantis. Johnson was a middle aged man, a famed defense attorney who had a history with the Pendroza family. Anyone who connected the dots knew that the club served as a front for their criminal operations. Miami Beach was their playground, serving as the breeding grounds for their activities behind various fronts of clubs and restaurants. Though Kurt Johnson's name may have been down as an owner, anyone who kept eyes inside Club Atlantis knew he was never to be seen. The management of the club was ran by people connected to the Pendroza's, serving as eyes and ears. Everyone who was familiar with the club knew of what happened behind closed doors.
Among many people shuffling about on the dance floor was a special girl. Long stands of orange hair ran down, underneath a light pink colored top hat and a white jacket she was wearing over her chest. Down below, a short pair of white booty shorts covered her legs though black fishnet stockings were visible going down to her knee length, pink high heel hooker boots. When she pulled the jacket apart in a 'flash' style pose, she revealed a low cut top in white and pink stripes. A small heart shaped tattoo was visible over left shoulder, right around the straps of her shirt. The inside of the jacket matched in pink, but what made her truly stand out was the sparkling hot pink heavy mascara and eyeliner just under her eyebrows. A small gold septum piercing hung from nose with double ball points. A silver necklace was attached to her neck while glitter sparkled over her body. A friend of hers called out to her.
"Oh my god, Bella! That is so fucking hot!"
A photo was snapped from the cellphone of her friend of her flashing pose. Bella Thorne was partying it up in Miami Beach. Yesterday was her 20th birthday and now she was living it up large Monday night in the club scene. Going back to Miami for her birthday was her friend Donna's idea. The blonde haired girl was a long time friend of Bella's, going back to her days at Disney before she had left and embarked on this trip through the wild side. Bella had been described as a 'hot mess' in the past year due to her racy outfits and gossip rumors swirling around her wild lifestyle, but nothing was about to slow her down from having a good time. The sloppy glitter slathered over her upper chest sparkled as she stopped her hooker boots off the dance floor. Donna smiled, pulling Bella's hand as the former Disney star spoke up.
"God, this place is so much fun. I wish we would've came here together last year!"
"Yeah, I knew we'd have a good time at this place, that's why I wanted you to come!"
Donna's blue eyes could be seen in the distance as she pulled Bella's hand. The red haired girl started laughing in her signature odd laughter sound. Her boots stomped loudly over what was a blue and pink checkered tile floor under them. Going out to Club Atlantis after her birthday party was Donna's idea. Bella had asked her friend to find her a good place where she could go crazy and probably get laid before the night was over. This sleazy lifestyle had become all too common to Bella, but she didn't have any intentions of slowing herself down any time soon. She had all the money she needed to burn through the fast lane and never look back. It was worth it to cleanse herself of the squeaky clean image from her Disney days.
"Come on, I'm fucking thirsty. I want a drink, let's go to the bar and order something."
Bella spoke before letting go of her friend's hand. They marched their way through the club, heading towards the bar. In the distance, one part of the club was lit up in dark purple lights. Most of the array of various colors remained over the dance floor. Donna was wearing a similar outfit to hers, a purple tank top and black mini shirt with high heels and fishnet stockings. When they approached the bar, a man in a dark suit sat alone. Under his black jacket was a pink shirt, gold chains visible around his neck and a shiny gold Rolex watch. The girls didn't pay him any attention as they called for the bartender, Bella waving her hand around to get his attention.
"Hey, you there! Get me the hardest whiskey you've got, I want it straight up."
Donna waved her hand before speaking of her request for a drink.
"Get me the same, but I want you to fill it up with a lot of ice."
The bartender was a tall black man with a beard and mustache over his face. A yellow button up shirt was fitted over his chest. He gave the girls a nod before he replied.
"Hope you don't get too drunk before you've gotta make your money tonight. I imagine you girls are quite busy tonight out in the streets."
Donna's jaw dropped as the bartender turned around. Bella didn't seem to quite catch on with his words as she sat on the bar stool awaiting her order. Donna tapped her right shoulder, looking over as she spoke back to her friend.
"Oh my god, did you hear what he just said?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
When Bella gazed back at her friend, she was biting her lower lip and flashing her pearly white teeth. Donna appeared to be ecstatic or enthusiastically amused.
"He thinks we're hookers. You didn't get what he said, girl? He said something about us making money."
Bella dropped her lower lip and began to laugh. It was that distinctive slow laugh that only she was known for doing. When she finally stopped giggling, Bella glanced behind her shoulder to see if a certain admirer was still close by in the distance. When they had first arrived at the club, she had attracted a stranger who kept himself far away but in the same viewing area as her. Bella's first thought was that maybe the man had recognized her famous face, but after Donna's words she had something else on her mind. Sure enough, the man was still standing far away from her. A blue colored suit was over his body with matching pants. His face clean shaved just with a small mustache and cute curly black hair. The thought was now crossing into her mind of truly hooking, just to drive this man insane. When the bartender returned with their drinks, Bella tapped on Donna's shoulder.
