Black Cats

Introduction

I could feel the grip of a strangers hands holding onto my waist. Looking around I saw the same on every girl. There were drunk men holding the waists of pretty females as they grind on each other. I saw men attempting to order drinks for girls they wanted to take back to their hotel rooms. You could smell sex and regret in the air. It was disgusting.

"You having fun?" he yelled into my ear. The EDM on the club speakers overpowered his voice making it hard to hear each other. 

I turned around slowly, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Of course I am." I gave a half-assed smile. 

His brown eyes looked into my blue, it was like filth trying to make it's way into the ocean. "What's wrong?" he asked, sliding his hands down further.

I pulled myself closer to him, our faces inches apart. "Occhio per occhio." I whispered to him as he slid to the concrete floor. An eye for an eye, it's what he deserved.

It's kind of confusing, why would I drug a man who just wanted a one-night-stand. What did he do to me that was so cruel. It wasn't me, it was for her, my client. I didn't have a name or a face, well I have the name and the face of my target. This man, Clive Melan, stole money from my client after years of abuse in a marriage. Clive Melan was scum that needed to be taken off this world. I have the means to do so.

For the past 5 years I have worked for a black market organization called "Gatti Neri", or black cats. Although I have only worked here for 5 years, I've done this my whole life. Since I could walk my father had taught me how to use a sword and realize when someone has drugged your drink. I have been trained for this my whole life.

I watched Clive slide to the floor as the screams of random females fill the club. "Somebody call 911!" I yelled dramatically. I had to sell the whole 'I'm a weak innocent female' thing.

I dropped to the floor, I could feel the coldness of the tile on my knees. I forced myself to cry, tears streamed down my face as I watched this man be taken by paramedics. The police ask me questions and i'm comforted by the paramedics blanket.

One down, one to go.