He rocks with me to the beat, his crotch pressed tight to my ass. “How’s your drink?”
“Good. Thanks.”
Glass empty, I set it on a tray that a host is walking around with and quickly wipe my mouth.
I turn around to the man and smile. He’s easy on the eyes, with his dark brown upswept hair, dark blue eyes, and thinnish lips. His eyes dance with mischief as he wraps his arm around my waist.
He’s about my height, but about fifteen pounds heavier. He’s built pretty solid.
“Want another?” he asks with a salacious smile.
My arm drapes lazily on his shoulder, but then it falls to his side, as if I have no control over my limbs.
“Wha…” I try to say but cannot finish the word.
The man in front of me smiles widely, showing all of his teeth. “You good?”
I shake my head as if to clear it, but that seems to do nothing but scramble me more. “Air…need…air…”
That mischievous glint from earlier lights up his face and tips his lips up into a smile. “I gotchu. Come on. Hang on to me.”
Tripping over my feet, I hang on to him as he leads me out of the club. When the cool air hits me, I breathe in deeply, reach into my back pocket.
My fingers just press the button when my dance partner drags my hand out, wrapping it around his neck. “That’s right. Come this way with me. You’re going to have a good fucking night.” He laughs in a hard burst, making something inside me twist in disgust.
He drags me to an alley a few blocks away with no foot traffic, where there’s a car waiting.
Yeah, we’re not getting that far.
Dropping the act, I stand upright and shake the man off me.
He planned his act well; I’ll give him credit for that. But I plan better.
He’s stunned, looking down at me as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“Don’t fucking touch me, you fucking creep,” I seethe, turning toward him and kneeing him in the balls hard enough to make them invert into his body.
He cries out sharply and drops to the ground, holding himself in pain.
Bending down, I unclasp the switchblade that was tucked into my boot, flicking it open so the metal glints off the low streetlights. “Get on your knees,” I growl, pressing it into his nostril and pulling up slightly, so he feels the sharpness of the blade in his flesh. “Get thefuckup.”
Todd holds his hands up in a show of surrender, slowly climbing to his knees. “Please, don’t,” he begs, tears streaking down his face.
I scoff as I peer down my nose at him, disgusted that he thought it was a good idea to slip shit in people’s drinks, like this shit wouldn’t come back to him.
Lucian’s contact told him about a man that’s been drugging people in several bars across the city, but nothing has been done about it. No proof.
All it took was for Lucian to visit a club he was at one time for him to catch Todd in the fucking act. Now it’s time I shut this shit down and make sure he has no more victims.
We knew it would be tricky to get him outside and in a perfect place to off him, but Lucian figured I’d be his type and we came up with a plan. I’d wear clothes I’d never be caught dead in, cover all my tattoos and wait. When Todd presented me with a drink, I’d feign downing it and spill it all over the dance floor when he wasn’t watching. It was risky, but I knew I could pull it off.
Now I have him on his knees, begging me for mercy he didn’t show his victims.
“Fuck you, you rapist piece of shit,” I snarl.
He looks at me pleadingly before his expression changes, if only just a little. He roars, as if to charge at me, but I’m expecting him to try to fight his way out of this. Smiling, I let him get to his feet and run at me, his arms outstretched and a look of rage on his face.
Ducking, I avoid his hands and jab the blade into his belly, digging in deep.
