Each night, when the shows are over, they stay here until 2 am cleaning everything to my liking. Cass has had to leave at random times because his ex keeps dropping Rosie off whenever she feels like it, which is really annoying.
I don't like this bitch. From what Evie has been able to dig up on her, she’s nothing but a gold digger. What kind of mother holds their child over the father’s head as a continuous source of money? From what I can tell, she doesn’t even want her child full time, so she's just making empty threats knowing Cass and the guys won't risk it.
I don't kill women, but I have a feeling that maybe sometime in the future, she's gonna be my first. I don't know what for yet, but I can feel it in my bones. I'll get Evie to do some more digging on her.
“Come on, Neo, let's go for a drive,” I say, coming out of my office. He looks over at me from his place behind the bar. He’s helping Roxy with today’s shipment of liquor.
“Sure thing, Mistress,” Neo says with a grin and hops over the bar top. “Where’re we going?” he asks like an eager puppy. He looks super happy to have some time alone with me. And he should be.
“Well, it's been too long since I had a playdate, and we are gonna go on an adventure to find me a friend,” I say, my face slipping into a sinister grin. Neo’s eyes light up with excitement.
“Fuck yeah,” he whoops.
I live in Kingston Heights, just North of LA. Have for the last three years. It’s where we settled and made our home. Evie and I felt it was safe here to start small and grow as time went on. We started off buying up the unfinished housing developments. Hired people to finish them, and then we built the club. From there, we’ve been buying properties like apartment buildings and renting them out to people who can’t afford the high LA prices. I don’t think people should have to live in crappy conditions just because they don’t make enough even while working three jobs.
We have also been taking over several strip clubs and cleaning them up. We target the places that tear their women down and treat them like shit, like disposable objects.
Some of the owners go missing. I know, what a shame, right? Thankfully, I have a wonderful friend named Miller, who works for the LAPD, who’s been keeping my extra-curricular activities under the radar. He’s an older man, early fifties or so. He’s been working as a police officer for thirty years and has grown sick of all the corrupt cops he works with. So, when someone caught wind of my earlier work and the cases landed on his desk, he did his own investigating and when he noticed what type of men I was killing, instead of arresting me, he offered to team up. As iffy on that as I was, I also wasn’t in a position to say no. We agreed, he would overlook and bury my cold cases, and in return, I would slowly clean up his police department. So, here we are, still going strong years later.
MY BLACK, KNEE-HIGH, leather boots click as we walk down the sidewalk. Neo says nothing, but is vibrating with excitement as he looks around at our surroundings. We drove to a shitty part of the city where it's less likely anyone will notice someone missing, but where we are sure to find some low life sack of shit doing something they shouldn't be. Sick fuckers are easy pickings out here.
The sounds around me fill the air. Dogs barking, people yelling, car alarms going off. I hate big cities; it reminds me too much of my time at the shelter. You know, before I was stupid and walked right into a trap.
As we keep walking deeper into the dark streets, I hear a muffled scream. It sounds too high-pitched to be a man, so that means there might very well be a damsel in distress.
My face splits into a wide grin. I look up at Neo, and his face is a mirror image of mine, indicating he hears the same thing and knows what it means.
“Sounds like we might have found you a playmate,” Neo whispers.
Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands around who-ever-the-fuck-it-is’s neck.
Since this is an unscheduled kill, I won't be able to have my normal fun. I won't risk any diseases. So, that means we only get to do as much damage as we can without spilling blood. That makes me a little sad. I'll have to work on another D-Day soon or have Evie find me someone we’ve vetted already. I’ve been so busy not wanting to leave the guys alone that I haven't killed in weeks. Lucas, Tommy, and Max say that I've been extra snappy, have jitters, and sometimes have an eye twitch. I'm not even kidding; when I don't at least have someone to beat the shit out of, I feel like a junkie being denied their fix.
We slow as we come to the alley. Peeking my head around the corner, I see a tall guy pinning a small blonde girl against the wall. “Shhh, you know you want this. Why else would you have slipped your thong into my pocket?”
“I just thought it would be a funny joke. I didn't mean anything by it,” she whimpers. “My friends dared me to.”
“Well, I don't think it's very nice to make a man think you want them, then deny him by having it be a joke. By giving me these,” he holds up a bright red thong, “You were literally waving a red flag.” The creep starts kissing the girl's neck. She's too afraid to move, petrified in place. He goes to move his hand down to her crotch, and that's the moment I decide it's time to step in. I quickly take in the situation, looking around, memorizing every detail of this alley. Just in case.
“You keep watch,” I tell Neo. He gives me a little pout, like he's sadhedoesn't get to play. “Not yet,” I tell him. “Maybe sometime soon you can play too.” I wink, then quietly sneak closer to the girl and the creep. They are in the far back end of the alley, tucked away in a dark corner with a streetlight casting a shadow over them, making them just barely visible.
I play out everything I'm about to do in my head, and as long as everything goes smoothly, this should be quick and easy. Unfortunately.
Okay, I'm gonna be honest with you. This isn't really a playdate. They last a little longer and involve blood in some way, but right now, I just need something to kill to keep the cravings at bay. The real reason is, I’m horny as fuck. I need a cock in me, bad. It’s been too long since I’ve come hard around a real dick, not my silicone ones. Although they do the job, I can't quite seem to get the hard pounding part down.
The creep keeps fondling the girl, whispering to her to just relax and that it will be over soon. That part, I believe. He comes off as a two-pump chump, if he even manages to get it inside in the first place.
When I reach them, he shifts her head more to the side, so he can get better access, and that's when her eyes find mine. I give her a sweet smile, but it probably looks creepy as fuck to her, me just popping up out of nowhere.
I raise one finger to my lips, telling her to keep quiet, and the other hand points to the fucker sucking on her neck like a leech.
She gives me a tiny nod, letting me know she understands. And as if the gods have a sense of humor, the guy slips that bright red thong into his back pocket to get a better grip on the girl. I look to the sky with a smirk and a brow raised as if giving the gods a 'really' look. Shrugging, I get to work.
I take my brass knuckles out of my own back pocket and slip them on, then snatch the thong out of his pocket. I tap on his shoulder. “I’m a little busy here with my girl, fuck off,” he says into the woman’s neck. I clear my throat, trying again. This time he turns around and laughs.
“Hey there, little lady. Let me finish here with her, and I'd be more than happy to have you next.” His pervy eyes look me over, taking in my tight, white top that shows my bra underneath.
“I'd rather eat dog shit, thanks.” My voice is like sugar with a just-as-sweet smile. I cock my fist back and nail him right in the face. I can hear the sweet sound of his nose breaking against my brass knuckles. The guy lets out a roar that he thankfully muffles by clutching his nose. The girl lets out a little squeal but does nothing.