“You have my apologies.” She spits out each word, “The Dragon deserves the best price in town, and it is our honour to provide as such.”
“So when I asked for specific requirements…”
“Consider them done.” Her face pinches together, struggling and failing to offer me a smile, “A simple favour for an old friend.”
“How wonderful.”
My free hand skirts around her corset, playfully dipping inside. Her lips curl with disgust when I give her massive tits a squeeze, my knife still caressing the back of her slicked-up neck.
“Unlike your friendship with the heiress, ours does not extend past business hours.”
She presses back against my knife, making it clear she’d rather slit her throat than spend a night with me.
Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s missing.
“Now, thatisa shame.” Leaning forward, I press closer until our lips are almost touching, “I had exciting plans for us, Evelyn. But now I’ll have to satisfy myself by thinking of you when my head’s buried between another woman’s legs.”
The revulsion on her face almost makes it worth it.
Skimming my knife around her throat, I leave enough blood so that she doesn’t feel the chain break loose. The Hoffmann Diamond falls soundly into my hand, a hand which gets shoved away by the woman who just lost her necklace.
“You’re disgusting.”
I smile sweetly, “Watch your mouth or those will be the last two words you ever taste with that tongue.”
Evelyn sneers back at me, her venomous mouth already opening with a rebuttal.
And that’s when all hell breaks loose.
Screams ring out as Vector drives his fist into another man’s face. Blood immediately starts gushing, the retaliating blows looking weak and pathetic compared to the beast who’s just been unleashed.
Using the distraction to my advantage, I slip off the couch and disappear into the crowd. Testosterone explodes as menstart shoving each other, pushing and punching until Evelyn’s party turns into an unsolicited mosh pit.
A snicker escapes my throat when I see a kid run at Vector with a butter knife. He grabs him by the throat, not bothering to take a breath before throwing him aside and continuing to pummel the guy on the ground.
“You’re lucky you got out of here so quick.” Whispering to the dead guy on the ground, I look at his poisoned body solemnly, “It’s turned into a right shit show.”
My morbid humour gets drowned out by the chaos.
Glasses and champagne flutes filled with venom-infused alcohol gets tossed around the room, the agonized cries growing louder as flesh starts to burn and mouths start to foam.
It is the best house party I’ve been to in years.
The scullery maid catches my attention. Darting past the prison bars, her mob of brown hair is a shade too light to blend in with the shadows.
I follow her into the closest cell, letting the click of my stilettos announce my presence long before she sees me.
“I-I know I shouldn’t be here but I was delivering the last plate of food-
The press of my fingers against her lips has her falling silent. Big blue eyes stare back at me, the tremble in her limbs giving away a woman who offers this world far more than it deserves.
“I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
Releasing her lips, I notice her eyes drop to track the movement. The slight hitch in her breath when I take another step closer.
“I want to pay my condolences. Will you lead me to her?”
Understanding dawns on her face, “Nobody is allowed to visit the-
