Chapter 8 Aiden
AIDEN
Robbie might be a shitty barman but thank fuck he can cook. I was starving and desperately needed something to eat before moving on to the club. I haven’t had a thing since lunch with my mam.
While everyone else cleaned up, he whipped up some spaghetti carbonara and brought it into our shared office.
In turn, I dropped him off at his boyfriends on the way to the club.
I won’t lie, I was a smidgen shocked when Robbie came out as bisexual, mainly because I had only ever seen him with women before, but fuck it, he’s happy.
I’m full, so in turn, I’m content. If only I could shake this banging headache that has been lingering since this morning.
The music from downstairs is muffled, thankfully.
I couldn’t imagine trying to work with all that noise.
Wiggling the mouse on my desk, I wake up the computer and I’m instantly greeted by the CCTV screen.
I can see every angle of the club, it’s a relief to be able to keep an eye on everything without actually being there.
I take a sip of water, hoping it will help alleviate my headache, and wondering if I can make the drive home tonight or will it be better to crash on the couch?
I open the drawers on my desk, hoping that I’ve stashed some painkillers in here once upon a time. Knives. Gun. A scalpel. A picture of Judge Richardson getting pegged. No fucking painkillers, great.
Fuck my life.
I grind the heels of my hands into my eyes in frustration, trying to ease the throbbing in my temples.
Either my dick is getting sucked or I’m killing someone. I don’t care which happens first, but I need relief.
Pulling out my phone, I find Tracy’s number and have a text all but written out when I see a familiar figure on screen.
The girl from Dandelions.
She’s twitchy as fuck; it looks like she’s a bird about to take flight.
I click on the camera aimed at the bar, widening the screen to see her better.
No wonder she’s anxious; those two idiots that were all over her and her sister are now standing right behind her.
I can smell a predator a mile away, and I’m looking at two of them. The girls look a bit unsteady, though it has been a few hours since I’ve set eyes on them. Perhaps they have one too many?
I try to zoom in, but the image quality is too blurry to make out any details. The sister is holding another cocktail. Surprise, surprise, but the other one appears to be holding a glass of water, or so it seems through the grainy imagery.
I grab the microphone for the bar staff’s earpieces and ask, “That girl on the left of the bar, the tall one with the girl who looks like she’s been spat out by a gimp, do you happen to know what they’re drinking?”
It takes a minute, but Sophie calls back, “They’ve been ordering cocktails, Miller, and water all night.”
Water.
She hasn’t drunk a drop of alcohol since leaving Dandelions.
It’s damn near impossible to spike water with anything without it being noticeable, so it must mean, “Motherfuckers!”
I reach into the desk, pull out my Glock 34, and shove it into the back of my waistband. I take the scalpel too, for good measure.
Do these arseholes think they’re hunting in my club?
I hurry downstairs, only to find them leaving by the time I reach the main floor.
Right so, outside it is.
* * *
KATIE
“Ciara!” I call, trying to hurry up and catch her. Something is seriously wrong. The world spins around me in a dizzying haze. I stumble into walls and trip over my own feet as I desperately try to keep up.
“This way,” I hear a voice say. I turn and see the blurry features of one of the lads from the club.
“Get the fuck off me!” I manage to shove him away to my own detriment, as I lose my balance and fall to the ground.
“Get her up before someone sees!” I hear a panicked voice say.
“Why did I get the fucking bitch?”
A hand wraps around my wrist and pulls so hard that I’m dragged across the pavement, my body scraping against the rough surface.
He tries to lift me, but I flop like a toddler, trying to force all my weight onto the ground. I can barely see through the blur of tears and pain, but I can hear his approach again as he mutters under his breath.
I’m dragged to my feet and shoved against something cold and solid. A wall? I can’t tell.
“Get off of me!” I claw at the body that’s restraining me and hear a growl in response. My head is slammed against the wall, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my skull. Everything starts to turn black.
* * *
AIDEN
I lose sight of the scumbags that left the Orion, but thankfully I can hear the sounds of a scuffle. One or both of the girls are fighting back. The drugs must not have kicked in yet. I turn in the direction of the sounds, which bring me down a small lane and into the back of the old bookshop.
These boys thought they could have somewhere secluded to get their rocks off, what they didn’t know was that they picked the perfect spot for me to kill them. No cameras. No witnesses. No one to hear them scream back here.
One, two, Aido’s coming for you…
Three, four, they can’t hide any more…
Five, six, where’s the little pricks?
I step around a stack of old crates at the entrance and catch one of them with the mouthy sister. She’s unconscious, her dress bunched around her waist. He has his jeans pushed around his ankles, ready for the assault.
“I wouldn’t be grinning if my cock was that small.”
He spins, wide-eyed, and I pull the Glock from my waistband, emptying two rounds, one into each kneecap. As he crumples to the ground, writhing in pain, the other shows himself from behind the old counter, his hands in the air. “Don’t shoot!”
“Where’s the girl?” I demand, waiting for his response.
“I didn’t touch her, I swear!”
“Where. Is. The. Girl?” I ask again, pulling back the side of my Glock to show him the glint of the bullet chamber.
He looks down, behind the counter. I gesture with the gun for him to move aside, and he complies.
Keeping my eyes fixed on his as I approach the counter and see her almost lifeless form on the floor.
She’s not in a state of undress like her sibling, but her clothes are dishevelled and torn as if she put up a fight before the drugs overpowered her.
She did everything right.
She was cautious.
And yet, they still managed to get to her.
I crouch down next to her, seeing her shallow breaths and the dirt under her fingernails, which, judging by the claw marks on the lad’s neck, is blood-stained. “Good girl,” I whisper, gently stroking her hair.
I raise the Glock and fire off another round, right into Mr. Tickledick’s flaccid cock. He hits the ground, just like his mate, wailing in pain.
Pushing myself to my full height, I see the drag marks leading away from her sister. “Where are you going?” I grin, knowing that the hunt is far from over. “We’ve just started!”
I follow the piss-poor excuse for a man as he crawls away.
Some may argue that these idiots have families. That I’m a bastard for taking them from their loved ones. I think they forget that their victims have families too.
I drag him back by the ankles and fasten him to the floor with my foot on his chest. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the scalpel and hold it up to his terrified face. “I’ll let you choose,” I say with a twisted smile. “Who gets to go first? You,” I turn to the eunuch on the floor. “Or you?”
To my utmost delight, the eunuch tries to make a run for it.
As he stumbles and falls, I grab him by the collar and get the worst attempt at an uppercut I have ever seen. It barely grazes my chin. “So that’s how we’re doing it?”
His eyes grow wide as he meets my gaze, the scalpel an inch away from his face. “You first,” I step aside, just as I swipe the blade across his neck.
His horrified friend watches, frozen to the spot in a pool of his own blood and urine.
I wait long enough for the gurgled cries to fade into silence before turning to the friend. “I guess that means you’ll finish last.” I turn to him, twirling the scalpel between my fingertips. “There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.”
When I finish up with rapist number two, I hear a moan from behind the counter.
Curiosity piqued; I approach the counter.
Her eyes are still closed, but she moves slightly.
Depending on what they injected her with, she may have little to no memory of what happened after she was drugged.
I need to think of what the hell I’m going to do with this girl and her sister.
I can’t exactly drive them up to A the gardaí will be all over my arse, even more than they are now.
I could leave them here and wait for them to wake up and try to put the pieces together, but something about this girl tells me that she’s damaged enough.
Perhaps that’s why she caught my attention. A helpless little dove.
But she’s not so helpless after all.
She fought back.
She’s still fighting back.
“Help,” she whispers between laboured breaths.
I place a bloodied hand on her face and try to get a better look at her in the darkness, but it’s difficult to make out her features.
I try to think of the features I looked at but didn’t see earlier at Dandelions. “Auburn hair,” I think to myself, remembering the slight glimpse I caught of her hair under the dim lights. As I grin at her and say, “You little rascal,” I cannot help but run my fingers through her silken locks.
A fun fact about redheads: an anaesthetic is less effective on them compared to individuals with other hair colours. The same can be said with other drugs meant to numb or sedate the body.
She will wake up sooner than her sister, which means I better put my arse in gear and figure out what I’m going to do with them.
“Ciara…” she grunts, trying to move her heavy eyelids.
That must be the sister’s name.
“She’s fine, pet,” I assure her gently. “Ciara’s fine.” Even in the dark, I can swear that I see a relieved smile spread across her face. “What’s your name?” Her hand grazes mine; she’s freezing.
“K-Katie.”
I look at the blood staining her cheeks and her hair. I’ve marked her with my victim’s blood. Something about it makes my cock twitch.
“You’re safe, Katie,” I whisper, trying to comfort her. “I need to leave for a minute, but I won’t be long.”
She doesn’t answer, and it’s probably for the best.
I leave the old bookshop and hurry back to the club, where I quickly wash the blood from my hands and face, change my clothes, and grab my car keys. Thankfully, I came straight from Dalkey to Dandelions. I cannot imagine trying to get her out of there on my bike.
She groans when I lift her limp body into the passenger seat of my car. I buckle her in, making sure she’s secure, and cover her with my suit jacket before closing the door gently.
I’m just about to leave when I remember the sister.
Shit.
I guess I’m bringing her too.
I go back inside, grab Ciara’s body from the floor, and toss her onto the back seat before slamming the door shut.
My house in Foxrock is closer than the others, so I opt to go there.
We clear Dublin City Centre in record time, only getting the one red light that I have to hit the brakes for, which in turn causes Ciara’s body to tumble from the chair and hit the floor with a thud.
Fuck it, she’ll be grand.
I park the car right outside the front door and grab the little spitfire first. Katie has a good three, possibly four stone on the women I’m used to carrying inside this house. I also discover, when I’m getting her out of her blood-stained clothes, that her tits and arse are real and filler-free.
I slip off the shirt I’m wearing and guide her arms through the sleeves, then turn to the ensuite and grab a damp cloth for her face.
“Your head is going to hurt like hell tomorrow,” I say, gently wiping away the blood from her cheek.
“You’ll feel like you’ve been hit by a truck.
” Her brow furrows, and she winces slightly as I clean the dried blood from her face.
“Get some rest now.” I pull the covers up to her chin, tucking her in snugly.
“I’ll make sure to check on you throughout the night. ”
I bring the soiled cloth along with her clothes with me as I leave, tossing them in the washing machine before going back out for her sister.
“Come on,” I grunt, hauling her lighter frame into my arms. “Up you jump.” I bring Ciara into one of the spare rooms and drop her on the bed. She stirs when she feels the duvet being placed over her, groggily opening her eyes. “What happened?” she mumbles.
“You should have listened to your sister.” I close the door behind me, sealing her in. Then reach for my phone in my pocket to check the time on the phone: 2:30 a.m.
I’m home earlier than expected; I might get some sleep tonight.
There is also a text from Tracy asking to come over.
Not tonight, love. Not tonight.
I’ve got two bodies to dispose of, a shower to take, and a vicious wank to indulge in.