When words began to spread about the infamous newly opened Windy Harlem, with it's upbeat and groovy tunes, impeccable service, divine wine and dine, perfectly glossed wooden floors and gorgeous show girls, everyone who was anyone was curious to give this place a shot. No one came and left with a bad impression of Windy Harlem. The food, the drinks, the laughter, the entertanment and of course, the gorgeous young girls; Big Boss truly knew how to work around the system and win over the customers. They loved the hype, and he fed it to them well.  

With his mafia and team of druglords around this small town, it was easy to prey on unsuspecting victims. He knew he had chosen the right town to reside in. It took many years of planning and strategizing to understand what type of motives he had to create and what type of sacrifices he had to give up to become one of the biggest illicit and notorious drug dealer in town. It was a bit troublesome at first considering the many obstacles in his way. One of them of which was that Americans have always long been in favour of Alcohol whenever they wished to fall into intoxication. Whiskey and wine was a big competition in the opium smoking town of Chicago.  Secondly, before he had even moved here, he had already had a well known rival: President Byun, who had a large well known rep for being the owner and founder of the largest Wine company in the state. People come far and wide just to have a taste of the wine he brewed; it was exquisitely rare to find wine as rich and smooth as the Byun's with such a unique sweet scent that hung in the air even after it had been long sipped.    However, with connections like Big Boss's, he held no fear when it came to competition. He had no doubt in his mind that his little business here would fail him. Thanks to many of the early Chinese settlers on this land by 1870, the product and ideology of smoking changed and drew a large amount of interest. All Big Boss had to do was further expand their knowledge and convince the people in the town that there were other solutions to experience intoxication. Better ones, to be exact. Better highs, better feelings, they'll see lights and colours. He promised them they'd feel better and forget about all about the depression. People then, were much to simple-minded. If someone can promise a substance that would help instantly forget about ones pain and problems, who could be crazy enough to refuse such a treat? The people in the town of Chicago were so easy to satisfy. They pratically jumped on the substances like a group of untamed wild animals.   Soon the introduction of the wonderful world of hemp, narcotics, and heroin became a complete hit once Windy Harlem opened.    The second hit, as predicted, was his beautiful show girls. More than half of the customers were frequented by men. They came from all around, and even celebrities came, to wine and dine, and of course, ogle in the presence of such lovely ladies. Big Boss made sure that out of all the girls, you shined the most. He made sure that your costume went the extra mile, a few more sparkles, tighter fringes, a rose in your hair that represented your name. He made sure to introduce you to famous men once you finished your show. He made you sure you never let the smile fall off your face. He made sure that you ate properly and that you didn`t gain weight. And if it looked like you gained weight, he made sure you ate nothing but boiled eggs for two days until he was sure you lost it. He made you go on dates with men half your age. Some were courteous enough to understand your lack of interest, while some took it as an insult and took the liberty to complain about your stint of respect and manners to your father.  Thus the severe punishments afterwards you got for shaming him. No matter how much you pleaded for him to stop, he never did. He always slammed the broom down your hips, making sure not to puncture your thighs or legs. He didn`t want to bruise you where anyone can see the marks; it would be unappealing and scandalous to see marks on a show girl.    At first, you loved it. Not the beatings... of course, but the spotlight, the cheers, the money, the popularity. But only after a month of performing, courting with deranged men, it became exhausting and you hated it. It wasn't something you enjoyed anymore, but actual work. You didn't like the long hours you worked and the lack of food you had in your system. You didn't like how the customers treated you like meat. And you definitely didn't like it when the men touched you; you felt like a and you sure as heck don't remember signing up to be one for this job. One of the male celebrities, you couldn't remember his name, had the audacity to attempt to touch your . You ended up punching him the nose, the blow was harder than you intentioned, and you ended up fracturing the bone in it. You had no remorse for him though. He deserved it for his failure to respect a lady. Your father was enraged at you for tarnishing his image and had beat you till you bled that day, but you had no regrets. You would punch that man again if you could and you didn't care if you shamed your Daddy or not. There was only one person you were afraid of shaming but that person wasn't here.    The thought of Kris knowing what you were doing made you shudder and cringe in disgust. What was Kris going to think about it? Obviously you knew he wouldn't be happy... but he couldn't exactly objectify against what Big Boss wanted either. He respected his status on the team too much to go against an order.    That was the one thing you hated about Kris, but ironically, also the one thing you loved most about him. It made you question whether or not if your father and his team had treated Kris this well thus far for him to be the person he is now; to be so devoted to his team and so loyal to everyone around him. It only gave you a pinch of hope that maybe, just maybe, your father was the reason to thank for Kris growing up so well.    However, that slight hope was soon flattened. It wasn`t until one night when Windy Harlem was closed for the night for it`s monthly till check out did you find out what your Dad`s true intentions were. He was laughing with his friends, obviously drunk and assumed that you had long gone home, began taking shamelessly to his men about his devious plans of sucession in the business. He talked about taking wealthy citizens out and plotting their murders.    At the time you were so shook up that you had left without saying a single word.    You had spent the whole night crying and wishing what you heard was all a lie. Wishing that Kris was here. Wishing that your Daddy was still the Daddy you knew and loved. And wishing that maybe this was a bad dream and all you had to do was wake up...   ---   Melodious chirping from the birds outside signalled that the morning has arrived. The sunlight had long spilled into your spacious lilac painted room, the transluscent white curtains slightly drawn apart to allow the brightness to shroud your room like a blanket. There was a stir coming beside you, and your eyes slowly fluttered open in a dazed manner. The first thing you did was look outside and see how bright and sunny the day already was. The smell of cinnamon invaded your nostrils, and you inhaled deeply, letting the scent relax your body like a gentle sea breeze.    "Good morning." The velvet, sweet voice greeted you.    Your body tensed up, and your head spun to the direction of it. Kris was smiling down at you, your hand was held tightly in his as he pressed it against his cheek. He was sitting up, his white shirt crinkled from the nights sleep with his perfect tousled blonde hair. You melted at the sight of him, forgetting momentarily what happened last night until a blush crept on your cheeks.    Kris and you had sat down with your father out at the bar as you three lounged with his friends for awhile as they praised the works of Kris. Before 2AM could hit, Kris volunteered to take you home. Your father didn't say a single thing and talked to his friends babarically. The moment the two of you stepped inside the house, Kris had swung the back of your legs and you fell. You let out a smell yelp, but before you could hit the ground, he caught you in a tight embrace and carried you up to your rooms hurriedly. He fluidly thrashed you onto your bed and before you knew it, the two of you were hungrily kissing each other as if you had been lovers that had been seperated for a thousands years, but in reality, it had only been seven months since the departure. You felt the taste of his lips as it crushed against yours, the scent of cinnamon lingering on his skin with each fire igniting touch, the way his warm tongue roamed around your mouth like it finally found home, the sensation of his  rough hands on your body, and the smoothness of his hair as you ran your fingers through it. You felt your body tremble as it ached for every part of him. You needed him, and you knew it.    Too soon, Kris pulled away. He knew, if he continued, his self control would've been broken down and his sanity would have been lost. If he continued, there was no stopping him. There was no turning back, and everything was going to change. He needed to keep things the same, until he was ready to show that he was worthy of you to Big Boss. Until then, he wanted your purity sacred and your relationship at a stand still. You understood right away when he pulled away but you couldn't help it when the tears began to fall.    The two of you didn't utter