Chapter 3
Harlow
“Please! Stop, I’m sorry, I won't do it again!” The silly little fat man sobs as I backhand him across the face again with my brass knuckles. Normally, I do this with my daggers, but I’m tired, and this fucker thought it would be a good idea to put his hands on one of my girls, right as I was going to call it an early night for the first time in weeks. I've had a very busy week slaying monsters. But nooooo, this fat fuck had to go and screw up all of my plans.
“Oooh, come on now, don't start with that! You know very well that’s a lie,” I say in a cheery voice. With my sugary sweet smile in place, I punch him in the jaw, sending his head snapping to the side. He grunts in pain as blood splatters across my black corset top.Good thing black hides blood well.
“I promise,” he slurs, head bobbing back in place, then whines, “I was stupid and drunk.” His pleas are getting weaker the harder I hit.
“See, that's what you said last month when you got your first warning for cat-calling my girl Roxy and saying very ungentlemanly things to her,” I tsk. “You signed an agreement saying that you know and understand the rules upon entering my club; otherwise, you wouldn't be allowed in here. You break them, I break you. It's only fair.”
“Stupid whore,” he hisses, spitting a glob of blood that lands on my shoe.Seeeee, I knew he was lying; they always do.
“Well, that's not a very nice thing to say to a lady now, is it?” I pout, bending over to wipe the blood from my heeled, knee-high boots with a rag. Sighing, I stand back up and cross my arms, shaking my head at the pathetic excuse of a“man”in front of me. “These are new boots and you, rudely, just got them dirty. I think I've been nice enough. Playtime’s over; any last words? Not that I care, but I feel like I should ask, maybe earn some brownie points with Karma.”
“Fuck. You!” he slurs again through his swollen lips.Poor guy's face looks like it's been in a fight with a meat tenderizer,I think to myself, then remember that's exactly what I did to his face earlier. I giggle as I remember the first swing meeting his face and his howl of agony when he cried out like a little bitch.God, some men can’t even take a little bit of pain!
“Nah, dude, fuck you,” I say, losing my patience with this man.How dare he talk to me like that, where are his damn manners?!I’m so over this whole thing.
I pull out my pretty red gun and aim it right between his eyes. When he realizes what's going on, he lets out a frantic cry as a last-minute attempt to call for help, hoping someone will save him.Not gonna happen, Buddy, not with me.Neverwith me.
The smell of urine fills the air. Looking down at his crotch, I see that he’s pissed himself.What a dignified way to go out.Pitiful man, such a waste, but most are. Oh well, not my problem anymore.
“Oh, come on, that’s just fucking nasty! Where's your self-respect?” I say, wrinkling my nose then, wasting no more time, I pull the trigger. Thanks to the silencer, all that can be heard is the dull sound of the bullet making its way through his skull and into the wall behind him. Because I'm so close to him, his blood splatters all over my chest and a little on my face. The feeling of the warm, sticky liquid on my skin fills me with a rush of adrenaline. I close my eyes, smiling wide, letting out a breath as I bask in the glory of my kill.I will never get tired of this feeling.I imagine it’s like getting that touchdown or home run. This feeling of being proud of what you’ve accomplished is amazing.
When I know in advance that I’m gonna kill a man, I get his blood work done to make sure he doesn't have any diseases. If he’s clean, I get to play; if not, I just do it quickly. A shot to the head, heart, or lungs usually does the trick. Depends on how much I want him to suffer. If Ireallywant to make things quick, a clean slice with my katana works perfectly.Off with their heads!
“Well, that was fast.” A feminine voice comes from behind me. Still smiling, I open my eyes and turn to see my favorite person in the whole world, Evie.
“Well, hello there, Doll Face,” I greet her.
She smiles back. Her long red hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun, her reading glasses sitting on the edge of her nose. She must have just come from the office, up late doing paperwork for the club. She works too hard. I try to tell her she doesn't have to, but she loves keeping things as easy as she can for me, and I love her all the more for it. “Normally, you're a little longer with your... play dates,” she laughs.
“Well, he caught me at a bad time, and I just want to go to bed. I like sleep, I need sleep, and if I don't get enough, I go a little crazy,” I point out.
She quirks a brow, her smile changing to one filled with humor. “As opposed to your normal, everyday crazy bitch self?” she asks, holding in a giggle.
“Whatever do you mean?” I ask, feigning innocence. I take a clean rag, rubbing my bloody fingerprints off my gun, and ignore the blood starting to dry on my skin.
Shaking her head, she hands me a stack of papers. “I looked up everything on the guy. Name’s Toby Richards, 38, from out of town. The guy was here visiting his aunt. Still lives with his mother. He’s on a watch list back in New York. Three counts of assault on his ex-girlfriend and was even accused of touching her seven-year-old daughter.”
As soon as Evie mentions the little girl, my stomach goes sour, and I feel sick. Blood, guts, and gore I can do, but when it comes to harming kids in any way, I get extremely ill. Pedophiles are my number one prey.
Curling my lip, I turn back to the dead body tied to the chair. I take a few steps closer and spit right on his mangled face, returning the favor from before.
“The guys are waiting outside to clean up. Come on, let's get you showered. Lola just came in, and she’s here with Penny, her cousin that she was talking about. Better to just tell Penny about the place and let Lola set her up at her house,” Evie says, wrapping her hand around my arm. Her delicate pale fingers make contact with my skin, causing it to tingle. Quickly pushing all other thoughts out of my mind, I turn to face her. Sighing dramatically, I realize that I won’t be going to bed anytime soon.
“Do I have toooo?” I whine with a pout. “I just wanna sleep!”
“Yeah yeah, let's go, you big baby. After this is done, you can go to bed.”
“Fine,” I pout playfully, sticking out my lower lip. Her eyes zero in on my lip, and she bites her own, then quickly looks back up at me.
She shakes her head as if clearing her thoughts a little. “Shower in your office bathroom; it will be faster. I'll have Penny and Lola meet you at the bar,” she says before turning around and taking off without another word.
Leaving through the same door as Evie, I turn to my crew, giving my men a nod, letting them know they are free to dispose of that body as they please.
Heading up the stairs, I can hear the bass of the music from the main part of the club. Closing time was about a half-hour ago, so they should be cleaning up the place, getting it ready to go for the next night. My clubs must always be cleaned and sanitized every night. If not, I can't sleep, and I end up in the club myself, cleaning until I feel its cleanliness is up to my standards. I won't let any of my clubs be sticky and gross like most others. At Evolution, you get class. Sure, most of the girls are half-naked, but that's their own choice, and there's nothing wrong with a woman showing off her own body ifshe’sthe one who chooses it.