Sed de sangre {manxman}

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A/N: Don't play song till I say so, song is I Fink U Freeky - Die Antwoord can't find a link that works

Chapter Five - I Knew You Were Trouble

Patetico.

Pathetic.

I may not know a lot of Spanish, I mean, I'm Dora level but I'm smart enough to know that Valentino had called me pathetic.

And that, along with many other reasons, is why I'm currently standing outside a new club that's opened in our little town.

After reassuring Jess I was fine, I had called Schmidt and told him that enough is enough. I'm tired of being scared. So I invited him to the new nightclub I had overhead some customers talking about at the bakery. The place was meant to be 'different from any other club out there'.

The club is called M & S, which I find quite funny because it reminds me of Mark's and Spencer's.

Wow, I have such a dry sense of humour.

I wonder what is stands for? I hadn't bothered checking out what was being said online about it, I decided trusting my customers word of mouth is more than enough.

*PLAY SONG*

Finally after waiting for ages we had made it in, tonight was the grande opening so the place was packed!

"Hey guys, can I interest you in a wristband, t-" Schmidt cut her off with the shake of his hand and grabbed my arm pulling me deeper into the club.

You see from the outside, this looked like your normal club. However, I can assure you that this is nothing like your normal club. I'm sure my jaw was touching the ground. Now I know why they had described the club as being 'different from any other', it's a fucking kink club!

Is that what they call it? I don't know much about this stuff only that 50 shades of grey was meant to mention stuff like this.

There were men and women dancing in cages that hung from the ceiling, the men wearing tight leather trousers and spiky leather collars and the women leather underwear with masks on. My eyes were flying around the place in shock and wonder.

One of the walls had shelves that stretched across it with rectangle shaped boxes. In each one there was all sorts of 'toys', one had handcuffs and I think a whip? What have me and Schmidt got ourselves into?

"Schmidt, I think we should leave," I whisper freaking out slightly, okay I lie, majorly.

"Don't tell me you're pussying out Jax? My gaydar has gone off at least seventeen times already, you can definitely leave here getting some tonight." I swear, seventy percent of the time Schmidt thinks with his dick.

"Come on there's a lower level and it's just your average gay nightclub we can go down there, if it makes you feel more comfortable?".

Coming here was a bad decision, why should I have to prove myself to someone as horrible as Valentino, why do I even care about his opinion?

He's nothing but a arrogant, disgusting, cold blooded murderer!

"Tall, hot blond coming our way at twelve o'clock," Schmidt whispers excitedly in my ear. I whip, not so subtly, in the direction he mentioned and surely enough a man that went with his description was making his way towards us through the crowds of people moving against one another.

He probably thought we looked quite comical standing in the middle of the dance floor looking around like headless chickens. I could feel the worry setting in, the closer he got the quicker I would inhale and exhale to try calm my erratic heart.