Sorry this took so long, I really am not going to randomly bail. My mother decided to randomly pack us up and drive us over to my grandmothers house (coughEIGHTHOURScoughAWAY cough) and on top of that my math professor is like ooh you like math? You should! *Proceeds to hands out homework like candy*. This ones a tad short but it still counts... and I'm putting off a ten paged essay (okay 7-10 page essay but I'm that wordy writer that can't stop typing) to type and upload this.
Have fun, hope you like it!
Chapter Twenty-Two
Only The Best
Last Chapter: All the same. She had a job to do.
“Excuse me, but I believe that firearms are forbidden on the property of this establishment.”
The low, feminine voice caught the groups attention even with the loud music and they glanced towards it. Out of the crowd of writhing bodies strode a figure clothed in black with a sweeping curtain of crimson licking at her upper body as she moved. The ones who hadn’t seen her before blinked dubiously at the sudden appearance of such a girl. Her words seemed to register finally and the one holding the gun flashed it her way a touch.
“This is none of your business, bitch.” He spat venomously. His accomplices nodded and turned their attention back on Bruce who was staring at her with wide eyes.
One of the girls, who was slightly taller than the other swallowed and called out to the leader. “M-mason, maybe we should listen to her--” The guy shot her a murderous glare, the weapon twitching in his grasp.
“Shut up Kimberly, none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t been eye fucking this guy.” He snarled, turning his head slightly to spit on the floor towards Bruce.
“But I-I wasn’t--”
The guy spun towards her and pointed the barrel of the weapon directly between her eyes. “I said shut up!”
The girl muffled a shriek and ducked her face against the other girls hair as if that would protect her from his wrath. The action made him smirk.
“Now, big guy I want a fucking apology for looking at what’s mine before we carve out a pound of flesh for it.” He called over his shoulder confidently. The two lackeys leered at Bruce, sharing twisted amusement in his predicament. It was obvious that they didn’t really care about whether or not the girl had really been flirting with the hired muscle. They just wanted the bloodshed, they lusted after the adrenaline provoking fight.
