The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 6
Mike and Sara quickly picked up Kevin and Jack and drove into the parking lot of the night club.
"Ok, before we go in, we need to establish some ground rules..." Mike said.
"I know, I know. Don't get drunk and don't let anyone get in your pants. Ok, let's go." Sara said excitedly as she jumped out of the car.
"Hey, wait up." Mike turned off the car and grabbed Sara by the arm. "Seriously, you're my responsibility. If something happens to you, your dad is going to skin me alive... And probably enjoy it." Sara laughed.
"Don't worry, Mikey. Everything will be fine. Now come ON! The club is going to close if we don't hurry up!" She hooked arms with Mike and shoved him through the door. There was music playing, and a lot of people dancing. Sara slid her jacket off and hung it up. She grabbed Mike's hand and led him over to the dance floor. There were a crowd of boys there who were hootin' and hollerin' at Sara. Mike glared at them. One of them tried to grab her and POW! The boy staggered backwards, trying to stop the blood coming out of his nose. Mike pointed to all of the boys.
"Hands off." He said warningly. All of the boys looked at Mike and ran out of sight. He looked at Sara. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"What? Naw, don't let those bastards ruin your fun. Come on, lets dance."
"Billie! How long do we have to stay here?" Tre complained. Billie shot him a look.
"Shut up, Tre. I don't want to be here either." He checked his cell phone to make sure no one called.
"Billie, I think she'll be fine. She's with Mike, remember?"
"I know." Billie said nervously. "But I'm still worried about her." He looked over at his wife, who was with Sara's grandma looking at some kind of flower. Then he looked at Tre. "I have an idea."
"Ooo secret agent stuff! Sweet! Ok, what's the plan?" Billie looked at him.
"Ok. Well, the night club is only a few blocks away from here. I say we walk over there, with our disguises, and just... Make sure she's ok." Tre smiled.
"Right. Lets go." They quietly put on thier disguises and snuck out of the building. They cautiously walked down the street to the Hot Spot. Billie opened the doors and looked behind him.
"Ok, Tre, here's what we're going to do- Tre?" He wasn't there. Billie looked around, and spotted him at the bar, questioning the bartender. Billie rolled his eyes and walked over to the bar. "Tre, what are you doing?" Tre ignored him.
"Are you sure you haven't seen her?" He asked the bartender. "She's 17, very sexy, wearing a black skirt- OW!" Billie grabbed Tre and drug him over to the dance floor. "Hey! I wasn't done." Billie rolled his eyes. He looked around and froze. "Billie, I- What?" He noticed Billie staring into the dance floor. "Billie? HELLLOO!?" He waved his hand in front of his face. He didn't move. Tre looked and saw what Billie was staring at. "Oh, shit." They saw Sara dancing. Not with Mike, but some guy Billie didn't know. And they were dancing rather inappropriately. Billie walked up to his daughter and grabbed her by the arm.
"WHAT THE FUCK- Oh, shit." Without saying a word, Billie drug her out of the night club and down the street. "Dad! What about Mike?" Billie stayed silent. Sara tried to pull away. Billie hoisted her up on his shoulder. "DAD! Put me down, you bastard! Put me DOWN! AUGH!" Billie found his black BMW and threw her in the front seat.
"Don't move." He went back into the flower show and Sara stayed in the car. Five minutes later, he came out and climbed into the car. He glared at his daughter. "You are in deep shit, young lady."
"Ok, before we go in, we need to establish some ground rules..." Mike said.
"I know, I know. Don't get drunk and don't let anyone get in your pants. Ok, let's go." Sara said excitedly as she jumped out of the car.
"Hey, wait up." Mike turned off the car and grabbed Sara by the arm. "Seriously, you're my responsibility. If something happens to you, your dad is going to skin me alive... And probably enjoy it." Sara laughed.
"Don't worry, Mikey. Everything will be fine. Now come ON! The club is going to close if we don't hurry up!" She hooked arms with Mike and shoved him through the door. There was music playing, and a lot of people dancing. Sara slid her jacket off and hung it up. She grabbed Mike's hand and led him over to the dance floor. There were a crowd of boys there who were hootin' and hollerin' at Sara. Mike glared at them. One of them tried to grab her and POW! The boy staggered backwards, trying to stop the blood coming out of his nose. Mike pointed to all of the boys.
"Hands off." He said warningly. All of the boys looked at Mike and ran out of sight. He looked at Sara. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"What? Naw, don't let those bastards ruin your fun. Come on, lets dance."
"Billie! How long do we have to stay here?" Tre complained. Billie shot him a look.
"Shut up, Tre. I don't want to be here either." He checked his cell phone to make sure no one called.
"Billie, I think she'll be fine. She's with Mike, remember?"
"I know." Billie said nervously. "But I'm still worried about her." He looked over at his wife, who was with Sara's grandma looking at some kind of flower. Then he looked at Tre. "I have an idea."
"Ooo secret agent stuff! Sweet! Ok, what's the plan?" Billie looked at him.
"Ok. Well, the night club is only a few blocks away from here. I say we walk over there, with our disguises, and just... Make sure she's ok." Tre smiled.
"Right. Lets go." They quietly put on thier disguises and snuck out of the building. They cautiously walked down the street to the Hot Spot. Billie opened the doors and looked behind him.
"Ok, Tre, here's what we're going to do- Tre?" He wasn't there. Billie looked around, and spotted him at the bar, questioning the bartender. Billie rolled his eyes and walked over to the bar. "Tre, what are you doing?" Tre ignored him.
"Are you sure you haven't seen her?" He asked the bartender. "She's 17, very sexy, wearing a black skirt- OW!" Billie grabbed Tre and drug him over to the dance floor. "Hey! I wasn't done." Billie rolled his eyes. He looked around and froze. "Billie, I- What?" He noticed Billie staring into the dance floor. "Billie? HELLLOO!?" He waved his hand in front of his face. He didn't move. Tre looked and saw what Billie was staring at. "Oh, shit." They saw Sara dancing. Not with Mike, but some guy Billie didn't know. And they were dancing rather inappropriately. Billie walked up to his daughter and grabbed her by the arm.
"WHAT THE FUCK- Oh, shit." Without saying a word, Billie drug her out of the night club and down the street. "Dad! What about Mike?" Billie stayed silent. Sara tried to pull away. Billie hoisted her up on his shoulder. "DAD! Put me down, you bastard! Put me DOWN! AUGH!" Billie found his black BMW and threw her in the front seat.
"Don't move." He went back into the flower show and Sara stayed in the car. Five minutes later, he came out and climbed into the car. He glared at his daughter. "You are in deep shit, young lady."
