Unexpected Help. With need2speed.

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver Queen was not a happy man as he stood in the middle of the crowd in the penthouse of one of the city's wealthiest politicians. His fingers were curled tightly around the glass of champagne in his hand, but he wasn't interested in drinking it. Not tonight. No, tonight, he was on duty, whether anyone else in the room was aware of it or not

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[need2speed]

Mia hated private parties with rich, old, entitled geezers who thought they owned you instead of merely renting you for the night. They always wanted something weird, and while Mia hated being entertainment in the first place anyway, no matter what she had to do, it was worse when they wanted something weird. Weird meant she couldn't tune out with her mind and just let her body take over and work automatically. Weird meant she had to stay awake and alert every minute in case something went wrong

[dl_greenarrow]

He had planned ahead because Oliver always planned ahead, even more so now that he was with Chloe. He was already wearing his uniform beneath his suit and excusing himself from this particular party wasn't really a problem.

In two minutes flat he was on the roof of the large building, stuffing his suit and tie in the duffel bag he'd stowed there and pulling out his bow. He flipped his hood up over his head, adjusted his voice distorter and set his jaw.

[need2speed]

A hard smack to the jaw had Mia stumbling back onto the bed, and she had to force herself not to return it, or knee the old guy in the crotch like he so richly deserved. If she tried anything, she knew that big beefy guy was just outside the door waiting to take a piece out of her. Still, she gave the geezer a stubborn glare and shook her head again.

"I told you, I don't do ropes and chains. Go call some other girl if you want that kind of thing. And if you smack me again I'm out of here, got it?"

"You're not going anywhere," the geezer sputtered, fury making his fat face even redder. He squeezed Mia's thigh hard and she yelped. "I paid for you, whore. So give me my money's worth."

[dl_greenarrow]

If Mr. Doherty had wanted a surprise for his birthday, Oliver was going to make sure he got it. Without warning, he swung in through the window thanks to his grapple hook, shattering the glass with his boots and landing easily on his feet.

He couldn't help but smirk at the shock on the councilman's face as he raised his bow. "Wouldn't your voters be shocked to know that you've got a thing for young girls?"