“I already said I ain’t got no beef with you! Let me go!”
“I can’t do that. You spent your life protecting the piece of shit living in this house. You helped him hurt people. You helped him terrorize people — even women and little children.”
“Hey! I don’t hurt no kids!”
“But he does. And you keep him safe. Bad choices, my friend. And you know what they say don’t you?” she asked, holding him close enough to her face to smell the rotting flesh between her teeth.
He leaned his head as far away from her as he could, but didn’t answer.
“Don’t you?” she asked sweetly. “Don’t you?!” she demanded angrily, her voice taking on a demonic quality.
“Don’t make bad choices?!” he asked nervously.
She laughed, her laughter tinkling melodically as she taunted him. Then just as suddenly as she started laughing, she stopped. “No! Make bad choices, get bad karma. I’m karma. Nice to meet you.” Her eyes peered into his, and he was unable to look away, instead they began to bubble, his eyeballs simmering in their sockets until their very membranes ruptured and the insides spilled out to freeze on his cheeks in the cold as he screamed in pain.
She dropped him into the snow and stepped away, brushing the still falling snow off her clothes with her hands as she looked around and smiled. “Well, that’s enough of that. I have an appointment with your boss.” She walked away leaving the man whimpering and screaming in snow as he clawed at his own eyes. She got a few feet away and looked back at him. “Oh, by the way, you’re alive for a reason. You should tell every single person who works for this man that they need to do everything in their power to take down this organization. They can call the cops andtell all they know. They can take it upon themselves to eliminate any they feel is next. I don’t really care how they do it, but this organization will fall, or I’ll come back. This is your chance to undo all your bad choices.”
The man continued sobbing and scooping up handfuls of snow to hold against his eyes.
“Do you hear me?”
He continued to sob.
“Do you hear me?” she demanded in a deafening voice.
“Yes! Yes, I hear you.”
“Good. See you soon, or not. Your choice.”
Inside the mansion security had gone on high alert. Men ran from other security points, toward the front gate to give assistance to those under attack, while others ran to increase security inside the house for the boss himself. The head of security stationed four men, in addition to the two that usually stood outside the boss’s door to keep him safe, then took three with him as he threw open the boss’s doors and rushed into the master bedroom, startling the man and the two girls lounging in the large hot tub in the middle of the room.
“The fuck is wrong with you?! Get the fuck out of my fucking bedroom!” the boss shouted angrily.
“We have to secure you immediately, Boss! They’re attacking the front gate!”
“Nobody’s stupid enough to attack the front gate! Get the fuck out of here!” the boss yelled.
The radio at the man’s side crackled as another of the security people updated him. “Johnny’s dead, shot twice. Saul’s alive, but his eyes are burned out of his fucking head! He said some fucking woman did it. A demon woman!”
“The fuck is wrong with everybody? You’re all losing your fucking minds,” the boss snapped.
“Boss…” his head of security started.
“Handle it! And stop being so fucking dramatic! There ain’t no such thing as a fucking demon woman.”
“You gotta listen to me…”
“I don’t gotta do a fucking thing. Now get out and handle this shit! I’m busy!” the boss yelled.
Shaking his head in disbelief, his head of security left the room, taking the liberty of slamming the door behind himself as he went, lifting the radio to his mouth to start barking instructions to the rest of the team.
Tempest waited lounging across the foot of the bed twenty feet from the hot tub, until the security team left the room so she could have the chance to concentrate on the boss for a little while without interruption.
“Get back to it,” the boss ordered the women who were a little unnerved at the threat of someone attacking the home they were in.
“Are you sure it’s safe?” one of them asked.
“Do you think I’d let something happen to you?” he asked. “You’re my favorite bitch,” he said, laughing as the other girl moved through the steamy water to ease herself up and onto his lap. “Right after this bitch,” he said, reaching up and pinching her nipple. “You should take a hint from your friend here. Make somebody feel good — her, me, it don’t matter, but fucking do something.”
