Python

C H A P T E R 31

I wore my red shiny gloves that complimented the dress, but that it isn't the reason why I wore gloves. I wore my thigh holster and attached my pistol and blade in it. I took out an injection sedative and put it between my breasts- just in case.

As I followed the GPS in my car that led me to the club, I kept thinking about how sick minded people are.

This Kumari person is a millionaire. He can afford to buy prostitutes and it won't even reflect on his bank account. Some women constantly throw themselves at rich men. He could have one of those. But no, he chooses to rape.

This shows how sick minded some men are. It isn't about sex anymore. He finds pleasure in making little girls cry. He feels powerful by abusing people who are physically weeker than him. It's not about sex, these type of men hate women. That is why they constantly make them suffer. He doesn't find pleasure in having sex but he finds it in molesting women. Inflicting pain in someone makes him happy and he gets away with it. He gets to enjoy his life and continuosly bring trauma and suffering to girls and then continue life like nothing happened. Well not anymore.

I pulled into a club called 'The Club'. How creative. I got out of my car and locked it then headed to the doors. I got inside the club and searched around for my target with my eyes. Gaddafi sent me his picture so identifying him won't be hard.

I went to the bar and ordered a drink, just to blend in, not to drink it. The bartender gave me my Vodka and gin as I sat down. I looked around again until I spotted my target. He was on the dance floor with a woman around my age. He just made my work a lot easier. I put the glass down, stood up and went to his direction.

I danced to the music when I was near him. I kept touching my body and went with the flow of the music. Just as I thought, I grabbed his attention because he came behind me and started dancing and grinding himself into me.

We danced for a few minutes before I turned around to him and held his neck. He kept touching my lower back until he finally reached my butt. See this ? This is the part I hate about my job. But I have to suck it up if I want him elsewhere.

"Wanna take this party somewhere else ?" I seductively asked him.

He smiled and whispered to me. "Let's go to my car sweetie pie." Was he tryna be seductive ?

He held my waist and led me out of the club. I mean it's usually the club or hotel rooms but dying in your own car sounds fun.

He opened the backseat door and signalled me to get in. I got in and he followed me and closed the door. He pulled my legs and towered over me so that I was under him.

He touched my breasts and tried to kiss me but I stopped him. "Wait I don't want to do this can I please get out." I said in a pleading voice. "Stop please."

"I should stop? You don't want to do this? Should have thought that before you came with me." He said as he kissed me. I kept pushing him then he finally took my hands and pinned them on my sides. I kept protesting but he got more and more violent and heated up.

"Please stop." I begged him as I tried to get out of his grip.

"You go around wearing like a slut and you tell me you don't want to do this? I'll show you how sluts like you are treated." He said as he went to touch my vagina and I immidietly kneed him in the groin before he could touch me. He groaned in pain as he let go of me and touched his groin.

"You bitch !" He shouted angrily. I pushed him off me and his back hit the door. He let go of himself and tried to get to me but I kicked him in his front. You could hear the damage my heels did to his dick as he screamed.

"You need to learn what the word Stop means." I told him as I took out my dagger from my holster and stabbed his front.

He screamed in pain as he held himself. Blood all over his trousers, that's how dangerous the dagger is.

He looked horrified, not like the son of a bitch who called me a slut moments ago.

"Didn't you say you were going to show me how sluts like me are treated ?" I asked him as cleaned his blood off my dagger with his car seats. "Do it."

"I will give any amount you want, I won't even report you to the police. Pleasee!! Stop, don't kill me please." He begged putting his blood filled hands together.

"I should stop? You don't wanna do this? Should have thought about that before you came with me." I chuckled as I repeated his words. I put the dagger in place and took the gun. "It's funny how you think you'll even make it out of here to even tell the police."

I saw his hand move to his back. He was trying to open the door. Not a very smart move. I looked at the gun in my hand to give him an opportunity to escape thinking I'm distracted. I heard the door click and I immidietly pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight between his eyes as I immediately closed the door before he could fall out of the car.

Blood ran down his face as his eyes slowly faded. I heard noise from outside so I looked out the window to see people running around, getting in their cars. The gunshot must have scared them off.

I took out my dagger and marked his forehead with a beautiful P. They always look like art when I'm done with them.

I wiped his blood off my dagger and put it back in the thigh holster. I opened the door and rolled my eyes when I saw people still running away. It's a gunshot not a bomb.

I got out and went to my car. I got inside and took out my phone to text Maddie.
Me : http://location link..The Club.
18:45 - 19:30

I know she will instantly know that she has to delete the footage of the location I sent her and the surrounding cameras. She only has to take off the footage from the time I arrived to the time I'm leaving, not the whole day's footage.

I threw my phone on the passenger seat, took out the gloves and drove out of the parking lot.

It was 20:18 when I parked my car in the garage and got Inside the elevators. I made sure to get the gloves and my phone. One thing I've learnt in all these years is that a tiny little mistake could get you into trouble, it could end you.

I'm over cautious and extra careful, that's why I've been operating for ten years and counting without any evidence leading to me. I can't have gloves with someone's blood laying around in my car. Not especially when I'm around the best detective in Mayville.

I unlocked the apartment and got in. I went straight to the bedroom and immediately heard the door downstairs opening. It was Kenny. If I was atleast a second late then he would have been here before me.

I quickly rushed into the bathroom and got inside the shower. I switched it on and took off my dress and heels. They were wet from the water, I just hope Kenny doesn't get inside the shower.

How will I explain why I got Inside the shower with my heels and dress on. Even more importantly where did I come from with my heels and dress.

I heard Kenny come up the stairs, he was talking to someone on the phone as he got inside the bedroom.

"Blue ?" He called out to me as he opened the bathroom door.

I quickly took a towel and switched the shower off. I got out before he could come in and wrapped the towel around myself.

"Hey." I smiled at him as kissed him. Water was dripping down my body and hair but I needed to distract him because I know he needed to use the shower, he always does after coming back from work.

His phone rang and he sighed as he pulled it out. "Sorry." He whispered to me as he answered. He listened to the person on the phone and his whole demennor changed. Jaw clenched, eyes darkened as anger radiated from his face. There's only one person who makes him feel like that. Which means that the call must be about the man I killed at the club. The call is definitely about Python.