Page 13 of Butcher


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“Do you have a soft spot for that bitch?”

“Stop calling her that,” I snap, harder than I mean to. Susanna is amusing to me. A pawn in my game. Nothing more. And yet… that doesn’t mean I want her mutilated. When I threatened her with my knife, she didn’t flinch. I had no intention of cutting her with it. She’s too pretty. I find her nice to look at, so sue me.

“She’s a bitch and you just said it yourself: she doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“I kidnapped her. Whatever she says is just self-defense. Don’t take it so fucking personally, Chip. You’re really starting to annoy me. Susanna was right. You do give off incel vibes.”

Chip stops his burger halfway to his mouth. “I’m not an incel.”

“When’s the last time you fucked a woman?” Isacc asks.

Chip doesn’t answer as he stuffs his face with another huge bite of his burger.

I chuckle. “You have a problem with women, Chip. Just accept it.”

“And you don’t?” he asks around his mouthful of food. “You kidnapped that girl.”

“To get back at Luca. Not because I hate women. In fact, I’m in the mood for a good fucking right now. I should go find someone to spend the night with. I am a man with needs after all.”

“You could use those needs on that bitch.”

Isacc smacks Chip upside the head. “Gabriel is going to kill you if you keep talking like this.”

“In time,” I promise before scooting out of the booth. “Finish paying up.” I head to the nearest nightclub I can find and settle in at the bar. I don’t have to do much before a pretty blonde sidles up to me.

“Hi,” she says, giving me a seductive smile. I give one right back.

“Hi. I’m Gabriel.”

“Luna.”

“Nice to meet you.” I flag down the bartender and order a beer. Nothing too heavy. I don’t need to get drunk when I need to be on my guard for whatever Luca might throw my way.

“I noticed you the moment you walked in,” she says.

“I’m glad. I was looking for someone to talk to and I’m happy a beautiful woman such as yourself came over to me.”

“And if I hadn’t?”

“I would have gone to you.” It’s a fucking corny pickup line but a lot of women like it and judging from the way Luna bats her eyes at me, she definitely liked it.

“Good. Want to dance?”

“Or would you rather we just get out of here?”

She looks me up and down. “How do I know you’re not a serial killer?”

I lean in close to her ear and she giggles. “That’s just a risk you have to take. But I would never want to hurt a beautiful woman like you.”

“You’re just looking to fuck, I take it?”

“Interested?”

She smirks. “I am.”

“So let’s get out of here.”

I lead Luna out to my car but before I can open the door for her, a man comes walking right by me and tries stabbing me with a knife. I whirl around and catch his wrist, making him drop the knife to the ground. Luna screams and runs away.