You were a new journalist, always chasing the stories for you break and a way to get your name out there. So, when you heard of a home casino being used for drug trafficking, you knew you had to find out more.

You made your way to the house, talking your way through the door by flattering the bouncer. Once you were inside, you made your way to the back to listen in on a conversation between some business men in fancy suits. You leaned against the wall to listen in, a tape recorder in your hand.

A muscular chest pressed against your back causing you to jump, a strong hand grabbing your wrist holding the tape recorder, the other strong hand gripping your other hand as a gruff voice sounded against your ear in a hushed whisper.

“What’s a pretty lil’ lady like you doin’ in a place like this?”