Wraith
The party was going great people were laughing, talking, dancing, drinking, enjoying themselves for a decent period of time until one of the Arches whispered down the grapevine that there was a man vandalizing the club by cutting or burning our symbol, talking to others spewing lies about us, saying we preform evil rituals and we were going to kill everyone there.
It scared some people off but for the most part people were too drunk to even understand what the motherfucker was talking about.
He also tried to grope Neon aka Frani while she was dancing on the dance floor enjoying herself and attempted to kidnap her to kill her.
When we caught him he looked like one of Valentinos henchmen so we got straight to business.
Which is why he is now tied to a tree, his skin being peeled off his body like an orange hull and screaming like the little bitch he is.
I saw a beautiful guy watching us and he looked me in my eyes.
Sneaking up on him when he wasn’t paying attention I was supposed to kill him since he’d be a witness to a murder but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to do so.
I looked into his stormy grey eyes and nearly melted on the spot.
Those eyes clashed perfectly with his brown skin, it made me want to strip him naked and admire him in all his naked glory.
So instead of killing him I let him off the hook with a warning and if he ends up telling anyone what he saw I won’t hesitate to put him six feet under like I warned him before AZ aka Aziz called me.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“We’re going to need you to go get us some more booze when Flit is finished with his job.” AZ says.
I hear the motherfucker scream off in the distance. I roll my eyes at how pathetic he is, he thought he was all big and bad doing what he did now he’s crying worser than a newborn baby.
“So, bury the body then go buy some more booze?” I ask to make sure the instructions are clear.
AZ nods before handing me some money.
“You got it.” I said as we head back inside the club.
I was half hoping I’d see grey eyes again but much to my displeasure I didn’t and since skinning someone alive will take some time I decide to go upstairs to the V.I.P. section and look over everyone.
“Not enjoying yourself?” a familiar female voice asks.
Turning I see Halah sitting on the couch with a wine glass in her hand. Halah is one of the two females within The Dark Arhcez and she is one badass woman.
“Not since that fucker entered the club.” I state. “I had two guys I was grinding on until he showed up, now I don’t feel like dancing or having anyone’s hands touching and groping me.”
“Aww, that’s too bad.” Halah said.
I feel like if someone gropes or touches me sexually anywhere on my body right now I might just kill them.
I might be on edge because that’s what happened to Frani and the guy turned out to be who we think is an employee of Valentinos.
It sucks because ever since the attack on Valentino way back when I was eight years old he’s been MIA but sends men to do his dirty work.
He is a Latino mafia boss so he has the money to commit the dirtiest crime and get away with it with the snap of his fingers.
Halah pats the extra space next to her as she looks at me. Hesitantly I walk over to her and sit down.
“Is there anything else?” she asks.
Yes, there’s this guy I saw that I can’t get out of my head. I shake that thought out of my head before it slips past my lips.
“No, nothing else.” I lie. “Why?”
Halah stares at me with a small smile on her face.
“You have this faraway look in your eyes.” She comments.
I scoff before adverting my eyes elsewhere.
“I don’t have a faraway look in my eyes.” I argue.
“Uh-huh.” She says. “So did the guy get taken care of?”
“Flit is on the job.” I reply.
Halah smirks. “That boy is damn good at taking care of the jobs thrown his way.”
“Yeah, we’re burying the body then going to get more booze.” I state.
“Ooh, yes, bring me back a bag of chips.” She adds to the list.
“Anything else?” I ask.
“No, just the chips.”
I sit and talk to Halah for a while before I see Flit aka Fritzi walk up the stairs in search of me.
“You ready to go?” he asks, holding up the keys to the van.
I nod.
“Just some chips, right?” I ask to confirm and clarify.
She nods.
“Chips?” Fritzi asks as we head down the stairs.
I nod, leaning closer to him so I can whisper in his ear.
“After we take care of the body we need to stop and get some booze.” I inform him. “Along with Halah’s chips.”
“Let me guess spicy chips?” he asks.
“Most likely.” I shrug.
Fritzi shakes his head. “She’s always eating spicy chips with her spicy wine.”
I smirk.
“Don’t know how she does it without having an upset stomach afterwards.” He adds.
“Tell me about it.” I said as we exit the club and head to the van to take care of our business.