Adam Stalin

"Greg, I want you to find all the information you can, about Chloe Richardson." I said to my friend Greg who is also a professional personal investigator.

"Adam, I can't hear you properly." I heard Greg say into the phone. I mentally face-palmed myself and walked out of the party hall.

"I want you to find all the information you can about Chloe Richardson." I repeated as soon as I was out of the hall.

"Chloe Richardson? As in the british model, Chloe Richardson?" He asked and I answered with a "Yes."

"Okay, Boss. I'll get onto it right now." Greg said and I disconnected the call.

Although, she has a whole Wikipedia page on herself, Chloe's personal information is not on the webpage. Greg, is one of the best hacker and computer expert ever. I'd normally ask Uncle Andy to do the search work for me but never have I ever had him fetch me information about a girl.

Uncle Andy is the computer expect of our mafia group. He's my dad's old friend and has been doing the job since before I was born. He's helped in numerous missions and in the protection of us all. He is always the one who gets me information about any of the clients or business personals I want but this time I cannot go to him for help. As I said, I've never asked Uncle Andy to search any girl before but Chloe is a different case. She seems like someone I wanna get to know.

I didn't feel like going back to the party so I bid a quick bye to the important clients and sat in my car, driving off to one of my club downtown. This is the beauty of the city that is New York. It's never too late for anything. This city practically never sleeps.

I parked my car outside the club and went inside.

There was loud music playing over the speakers. People were drinking, chatting, dancing and enjoying themselves. It wasn't too crowded considering today is a week night but the club's still quite alive.

I walked towards the bar and took a seat. The bartender approached me and instantly wished me recognising me.

"What should I get you, Sir?" He asked and I replied, "My regular."

"One strong bourbon with little water and 3 ice, coming right up." He said.

I looked around the club and saw a woman with blonde hair, clad in a floor-length black dress. My mind instantly went to Chloe. The woman was standing in a way her that back was facing me. I shook my head to shake off Chloe's thoughts.

This blondie is making me mad.

The bartender served the drink and I gulped it down in one go. I had three another glasses but my mind still was wandering off to Chloe. I was getting angry now.

How come I've met this girl just once and she's been occupying my thoughts ever since? How come I don't find any of the girl in this club hot? How am not interested in any woman that've hit on me tonight? How am I comparing every girl around me to her? What is happening to me?

I kept the now empty glass on the table and walked outside of my club.

I was about to open my car door when I heard a scream. The woman's voice sounded like Chloe. God! I'm going mad now. Even an unknown woman's voice is sounding like Chloe to me. I need help.

I quickly went towards the source of voice. Chloe or not, I'll always help any woman that is in danger.

I walked to the narrow ally behind my bar and saw 5-6 men standing by a wall, sort of covering a woman. The woman kept screaming and kicking her legs but the person holding her hands was reluctant to let her go.

"Let the woman go." I commanded but neither of them bulged. "Mind your business." A man said, all of their backs turned towards me. I took out my gun as a man turned around.

"A-Adam Stalin!" He said in a panicked voice and his fellow men turned around. Their pervious lust filled eyes widened with horror. They immediately turned to their left and ran away.

I walked closer to the woman and couldn't believe my eyes. Chloe Richardson.

I quickly went towards her and checked her pulse. It's normal. She wasn't fully conscious so I took her in my arms, bridal style and walked to my car. Since I don't know where she lives, I'll have to take her to my house.

I carefully placed her into the passenger seat of my car and fastened her seatbelt. She made herself comfortable in my soft seats. I walked to the driver's side and started my car. While driving, I kept glancing towards Chloe. Her hair falling on her face and the moonlight shining on them. Her blonde hair were looking even more radiant under it.

Such an angel.