The Model And The Don

Chapter 1

"Well, you know I think you'd be a better daughter-in-law but I'm glad my son is happy. That's all I want." She jokes, looping our arms so we can walk.

She tried to get John and I together when we were younger but we ended up being really good friends before I got busy, then he got busy.

"Tell me what this meeting is about." Janice says after taking a seat in front of me, placing her chin on her hand.

"Well, I'm having a problem with how much of my personal life is getting leaked." I say, not sugarcoating it. I don't sugarcoat my problems. If I'm coming to you with one, there's a damn reason I'm doing so.

"Yes, I have noticed that." She says, nodding.

"I would like it fixed. I can't even go to a discreet location for a photo shoot and in case you haven't noticed, that's how you get paid." I say, smiling slightly.

"I understand, I'll get it fixed." She says, immediately pulling out her phone.

One thing I love about my team, they do not play around. They get things done and quickly without making it a big problem.
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"You ready?"

"Do I look like I'm ready?" I joke back as Journey rolls her eyes with a mock smile.

I have two people working on my hair and two people working on my makeup. The show is starting in an hour and we are nearly done.

"Thank you, Journey." I say, being careful not to move my lips much as the makeup artist puts on lipstick.

"For what?" She asks, tucking her phone into her back pocket.

"Dealing with all this craziness. I couldn't ask for a better friend." I say, reaching my hand out to her.

"Don't make me cry." She whines jokingly as she grabs my hand in hers.

"We'll cry together." I chuckle.

"Nobody is crying! Not after I put an hour into your makeup!" Serena exclaims, making Journey snort.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, nobodies crying." I say, smiling towards her.

"Okay, we're done."

I look in the mirror in front of me. My eyebrows are arched perfectly, my eyeshadow is a dark brown with some glitter and a winged eyeliner, my eyelashes are longer, my pale blue eyes pop with the black in my waterline, my tan skin is contoured perfectly. My ash-blonde hair is curled into gorgeous beach waves.

"You guys did wonderful! Thank you!" I say, standing.

I carefully put on my outfit. Which consists of a white, glittery bra and matching underwear with gems swinging on the ends. Journey places the white feathered wings onto my back.

"You look perfect, as usual!" Journey squeals and takes out her phone to take a picture. She always does this when it's clothing she likes.

I smile and let her do what she needs to do in order for her to feel accomplished before one of the backstage managers come and get me.

"Alright, don't fall, don't forget to smile, blow a kiss, and don't fall. I believe in you Karlie!" Journey says the same thing before every show.

"Love you!" I say, scrunching my nose towards her. Making her do the same.

"Three, two, one. Go, Karlie."
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"I need air."

I walk out of the building. There were too many people surrounding me, I felt claustrophobic and if I didn't get out now, there's no telling what would've happened.

I take a deep breathe before looking to my left. There's a guy staring at me with a hood over his head.

What in the horror movie?

I make a face before walking down the sidewalk and away from him. I should've grabbed my jacket before I came outside because now I'm cold and probably about to die.

I look over my shoulder to see if he's still there. He is, except now he's closer. I walk a little faster until I see a pause in between buildings and rush that way.

I lean against the wall with my hand over my mouth to prevent my loud breathing too be heard. I stay still until he storms pass the alleyway.

I let out a breath is relief before I hear something, it sounds like somebody is crying. I need to go inside and get someone else. I'm a model, not a superhero.

I slowly walk closer to the sound before I see  three men standing over one guy.

"You can't pretend to be Mr. Tough Guy then cry when it's time to face reality." One of the guys says.

"I-I'll get you the money. I j-just need a couple more days." The guy stutters.

I shouldn't be listening to this but it's like a car crash. You can't look away until it gets too much.

"Isn't that what you said the last time and the time before that and the time before that? You know Don only gives three strikes and sadly, three strikes you're out." A different man says, leaning closer towards him.

"Quit messing with him." It was a clear order from a guy with a deep voice. So deep, it might've made my feet shake.

I don't know which one did it. I don't know why or what the guy did to deserve this but a loud noise ringed throughout the alleyway, making me shriek and drop to the ground with my hands over my ears.

"What was that?"

"Find it. Now."

Footsteps were getting closer but my legs were so weak, I couldn't lift myself off of the ground and that's coming from someone who squats with 50 pounds on my shoulders.

I shriek when my arm gets grabbed.

"Damnit." Is the last thing I hear before something pricks my neck, a bag covers my head, and my eyes shut.