Poppy’s lips quirked up. “I was being polite and waiting. I didn’t know if you were going to let any more of your criminal friends run free.”
“David isn’t so bad.” I marched forward, with or without her. She followed and then slid up beside me. We walked down the dimly lit hallway to the only other door—the one that entered the club. I further clarified, “Father got his claws into him when he was young, but he wasn’t cut out for the hard business. So my father put him in a lower position—like guarding a door.”
A moment later, Poppy asked, “Will you be able to handle this? There may be more of your friends inside.”
“If not, I’ll let you know,” I answered honestly.
She nodded. “That’ll work.” Then she lifted her foot and kicked the next locked door. The door flew open, wood splinters flying everywhere. “Huh. I’ve still got it.”
“Show off,” I muttered, and then I was racing inside.
Poppy followed.
We were immediately attacked by two individuals of the ‘cleaning crew.’
Poppy and I faced off with them, her swords and my knives swinging through the air. Metal hitting metal rang over the screams of the adult customers in the corpse rooms being hauled away—the people who liked to fuckalmostdead bodies. I gritted my teeth, and shoved the man off, kicking him square in the stomach to do so. Then I charged him fast and swung low. My nose crinkled as his intestines spilled out of the gaping wound in his lower gut, but I quickly lifted and shoved my other knife up under his chin and twisted sharply. I tilted to the side as a spray of blood spewed from his neck.
Poppy’s assailant fell to the ground at the same time mine did. Both dead.
We moved along down the hallway, our boots silent on the old, shabby carpet. Our heads snapped back when we heard footfalls, but it was only the medics running down the hallway, then turning into the rooms we’d passed. If they were able to save those poor almost dead souls, then it would be a miracle. This club worked and worked to keep their “entertainment” barely alive for the enjoyment of its demented customers.
We stopped as we turned a corner. Our eyes scanned the main club area.
“Where should we start?” Poppy asked.
I shrugged. “On the left, maybe. Then we can work our way over.”
She nodded, her lips lifting into a cruel smile. “This’ll be fun.”
“Absolutely.”
We rushed to the left, diving headlong into the frenzied fight.
