She Devil | ✔︎

Three.

I fix my dress and start walking behind the bulky bodyguard to the VIP section.

I don't understand how people enjoy coming to the club just to watch people makeout or girls getting drugged and taken against their consent.

And the problem is no one is doing anything to change the bad things that are happening to people so if it's only me who's willing to change the world so be it!

I glance at Gabriel sitting on the large sofa sipping whiskey, he sees me walking towards him and pats his lap gesturing for me to sit.

I sit on Gabriel's lap slightly grinding against him, I think he likes it "what's a beautiful girl like you doing in a club like this?" He asks with a smug plastered on his face.

He called me a girl and not a woman.

Instead of replying I start placing soft kisses on his jaw moving down to his neck and sucking on his sweet spot, god this is disgusting.

I can see that my short action caused a bulge in his pants well that was easy, I touch his cheeks softly he shivers under my touch, "why don't we go somewhere else alone?" I batt my eyelashes seductively while wetting my lips.

He nods to his bodyguard and stands up carrying me bridal style, I fake a Yelp pretending to be shocked by his sudden touch.

You know to boost his so-called ego.

He smirks satisfied with the sound he just heard, he takes us to the underground club I can smell the whiskey oozing from him.

We get into a room it's clean, the sheets look brand new and the place overall looks expensive, I look around for any cameras or sensors once I'm sure it's all clear I take out the syringe and place it under the pillow.

He walks out of the bathroom completely naked like literally butt-naked.

He has a body of a Teletubbies.

"Get on your knees whore." He demands, sorry to break it to you buddy but I don't get on my knees for no man.

Instead, I force him to sit on the edge of the bed while I place both my legs around his waist and grind my hips with his in slow motion, he groans roughly pulling my dress off.

Well Someone's eager.

Before he could tear my dress apart I stepped back, balancing my weight on my left foot, and threw my right fist out in a curved punch at his cheek. Turning ninety degrees to the side, "You bitch!" He yelled, he brought his right forearm up to counter the blow, formed a fist with his left, and attempted to throw it at my outstretched jaw, keyword: attempted.

I dodged his fist smoothly, I kick him in his balls he falls to the ground hissing in pain, I pin both his hands above his head on the bedboard and use a handcuff I stole from the cop earlier to keep him in place.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" He asks, "tsk tsk this isn't a way to talk to a beautiful girl no?" I take the syringe from under the pillow and place it in front of his face.

"If you yell or do something sneaky I will inject you with this syringe, got it?" I raise a brow demanding an answer, "yes." He replied. "What do you want? Is it money? I will give you money how does 2k sound? Just let me go and I'll get you the money!" I chuckle amused he still thinks I'm here for the money.

Men never fail to amaze me with their stupidity.

"Annabelle Romano, 8 years old from Italy, sold to sex slavery last month" his face goes pale coming into realization, progress. "I-I don't know what you're talking about.."

Bad move, I hate being lied to.

I grab my blade and throw it to his palm right in the middle.

Bullseye.

He screamed in agony "you're fucking crazy!" Oh, so I've been told, darling.

He tried to wrench his arms free and felt narrow straps dig into his flesh, he cried out in pain and kept battering at the straps with his forearms. They sawed in deeper and drew blood but he was too far gone to notice it.

I'm surprised he's still fighting to get out, haven't I made it clear that no one ever leaves?

"Okay so this is how it's going to work, you tell me where the girl is and I give you a quick and painless death or..." I think he already knows what's the other option considering he's pissing his pants.

Like literally.

I was getting impatient and he's wasting my time and not giving me any answers I step closer and he mutters something to himself "what was that?" I ask, "she's in Russia with a mafia leader called Vladimir Oblast." He speaks up a bit louder this time.

"Good job, that wasn't that hard was it?" I smirk.
"Who are you?" He asks one more time, "hmm you people call me lots of things like the she-devil or angel of death to be honest I prefer she-devil more." I tap my chin in a thinking matter.

He lets out an ear-piercing scream terror-filled in his eyes, I shut my eyes rubbing my temple I know for a fact I'm going to get a headache today, "what was that for?"

"Y-your the the" he stutters still not being able to form a sentence, I roll my eyes and scoff "the she-devil yes and for god's sake stop stuttering you sound so pathetic."  I turn around and grab my Beretta M9 and aim at his head.

He cries and begs his voice twitches. "Don't kill me, please don't kill me." That would've hurt my feelings if I even have any but sadly it doesn't. "Do you believe in Jesus Gabriel?" He nods "yes I do."

"Well, you're going to meet him soon." Before he could even process what I said I pull the trigger and the bullet hits him straight on the head, his body falls on the ground with a loud thud.

At least we didn't mess up the bedsheets.