Chapter 10
Chapter ten
This girl is going hunting.
Karma
This week has dragged on. It’s like all I want to do is kill a man for being a disgusting pig, but the universe is all like, "Be patient, my young grasshopper.
" Stupid universe and stupid time. I scoped out The Vault twice this week, making sure I knew where the bathrooms, the bar, all the exits, and the VIP section were.
I can basically walk the whole place with my eyes closed and know exactly where I am.
Knowing the douchewaffle, he will set up in the VIP area before scoping out his night's prey. I’m sure he will have at least a few men there to protect him.
Since his daddy is all big and bad. Pathetic, really, but whatever.
I know his type of woman from just asking around with a little incentive.
No one is loyal nowadays if money is involved.
Go figure, Miguel Cruz is a basic asshole who likes blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits.
Why are men so predictable? Que, eye roll here.
So, I’m not exactly his type, but I can be for the night.
Everything I need for tonight is in my closet so it works out.
I swear women make amazing spies. You give a woman some good ass makeup, a decent-quality wig or hair extensions, sexy ass clothes, and a few hours to prepare, and you won’t recognize her at all.
We are basically chameleons when we want to be someone else.
Plus, we grew up with a doll that could be anything she wanted to be at any time of the day. A doctor, an astronaut, a freaking zookeeper—we were taught we could be anything we want if we set our minds to it. I’m kind of good at this game now.
Tonight, I’m bringing out all the good stuff since Miguel will have his own little security team; I will have to make a bit more effort than usual. But I like a challenge as long as my prize is the asshole dying by my hand and my mark in the end. And I always win.
I don’t apply heavy makeup since I already can’t stand it, but I do make myself a tad bit paler to bring out my bright, baby blue contacts.
I applied my wig earlier today since men like Miguel can spot fake or cheap.
I made sure to get top-shelf hair and applied it to stick for a few days.
That baby isn’t going anywhere. I wanted to make sure it couldn’t come off too easily but also look as natural as possible.
Instead of the short blonde bob I wore last week with James, tonight it’s a long, flowy look with highlights throughout.
The tip of the wig hits the curve of my back with a few frontal pieces shorter to frame my face.
I gave it a big soft waves look, and I’m not mad at how it looks on me.
I went with softer colors for my smoky eye look with a cream color lined with gold.
I applied a coat of mascara, lined my eyes with kohl, and added a cherry red lip, and voilà.
My outfit was also simple, but I have to admit I looked hot as fuck.
A red long-sleeve mini dress, paired with an under-boob corset to lift the puppies, and bam!
Hello, hourglass bombshell. I added thigh-high black suede boots with a small two-inch heel.
I loved the outfit because, one, I looked like a tasty treat, and two, I could easily kick some ass if I needed to.
I mean I can rock a six-inch heel with the best of them, but I also don’t need to break my ankle stepping in a pothole late at night.
Been there, almost done that.
The final touch is my thigh holster filled with three newly sharpened blades.
I’m going with just one holster tonight because I don’t want to risk someone seeing them by accident.
I take a final look in the mirror, appreciating the way I look nothing like myself but do in a way.
If anyone saw me, they would think I was just another party girl going out with friends on a Friday night, but nope.
This girl is going hunting.
It doesn’t take long to get to the club.
I park down the road at an abandoned warehouse, leaving my keys and everything in the car.
There is no point in bringing them when they could get in the way or if I have to bail quickly.
Taking the few minutes it takes me to get to the club, I go over the plan again.
Take him back to my place, if possible, but his place is doable.
Don’t jump the gun; get answers first. If his dad works with the assholes on my hit list, then this might be my last name before I can start my final job.
I’ve thought about retiring, but I need to get rid of my own monsters first.
Bypassing the line, I head straight to the door.
I hear grumbling coming from behind, but I don’t pay it any mind.
I’m in mission mode, and nothing will get in my way until I have my target insights.
“Hey, Freedy,” I coo at the bouncer, batting my fake lashes for good measure.
“What’s the crowd like tonight?” I pull a hundred out from between my boobs and stick it in his pocket.
Like I said, money buys certain things. Freedy is cute.
A yummy Alpha with dark hair peppered with white, a trimmed beard, and gorgeous light gray eyes.
Standing at 6'1", he is fit and toned everywhere. Totally silver fox.
“Miss Janie Smith. How are you doing tonight, baby girl? I love his deep husky voice.
I blow a bubble with the gum I’m chewing and let out a little giggle.
“Oh, you know me. Just looking for a good time. Think you can help with that?” I bat my lashes again and send him a wink for good measure.
Freddy is a good guy. He has a teenage daughter going through the “I hate the world” and “you never let me do anything” phase.
I saved her once from a rough situation one night when she snuck out.
She’s lucky I showed up when I did. The man knows I work at X’s club and thinks that I come here to just blow off steam.
“Baby, if I were twenty years younger, I would have wifed you up already. Now get your fine ass inside before you freeze. He nods to the door, so I lean up and give his cheek a small peck, leaving a red lip stain behind. I strut my said fine ass inside, giving Freddy a bit of a show inside.
The moment I step into The Vault, I’m immediately surveying the club, ensuring all exits are still where I know they are.
The bare bass bounces off the walls as bodies rave on the floor.
A few look like they might just start fucking any minute.
The pheromones in this room are off the charts.
I bet I could cut it with a butter knife.
I can’t see the VIP section from my position, so I make a round towards the bar.
Keeping my eyes peeled for my target. I came a bit later in the night, figuring that he would be looking for easy prey himself.
Men like a woman with a few drinks in her.
You know so they can be a bit more persuasive. Ugh, pigs.
Once at the bar, I order some fruity drink the chick next to me is drinking.
Not what I usually drink, but I need to look like I’m having a grand drunk time.
I have a better view of the VIP section from here, but I notice a decent group of men up there.
Figures, Alphas travel in packs. I search the faces quickly, but the flashing lights from above make it hard to identify anyone.
“Fuck it.” I down my drink in a big gulp and head for the dance floor.
I can’t plan my next move until I get confirmation that the prick is here tonight.
When I get to the center of the gyrating bodies, I start to move my own body to the music, trying to blend in.
I do a few hip swings before I look back up to the raised platform the group sits at.
Looking over the faces again, I finally see my target.
He lounges back in his chair, casual and composed, like he owns the room and everyone in it is here for his amusement. Dressed in black from collar to cuff, a button-up disappearing into tailored slacks, he looks every inch the kind of man people mistake for power.
In another life, I might even call him attractive. The dark hair, darker eyes, and olive skin were, no doubt, crafted to charm and disarm women.
But I know exactly what he’s capable of. I know the evil hidden beneath that easy posture and polished facade. And every time I look at him, the only thing I can think about is how badly I want to watch that cool, calm composure crack and see him bleed for his crimes.
I continue to sway my hips and roll my body, just waiting for the perfect moment.
Staying focused on the men around him, I try to make out who is a friend and who is on guard duty.
For the most part it seems like most are just buddies out to have a good time, but there are two guys in the corner that I can’t really see.
Like they don’t want to be included in the group.
Something seems slightly familiar about them, but I can’t place it exactly.
I’m so focused on the two mystery men that I almost miss when Miguel spots me.
His lips tip up in a smirk as he watches me give him a show.
That’s it, idiot. Hook. I give him my best. I’m horny, drunk, and desperate; look as I glide my hands down my body and up towards my breasts.
One second while I gag. He leans over and speaks to the guy next to him before nodding in my direction.
Line. He stands, straightens his shirt, and heads my way.
I don’t stop my movements as I feel hands grip my hips and yank me back against a firm chest a moment later. Sinker.
"Where have you been all night, baby?” I barely hold back a disgusted stutter as the stench of alcohol wafts off his breath as he tries to grind his dick against my ass.
Okay, I think I did throw up in my mouth.