Vixen

Chapter 9

"Be careful, Vi. I can't afford to lose you too."

"I'll see you soon," I smiled, weakly. "Ready? On my count,"

"One...

Two...

Three!"

I stood up, opening fire on the group of masked men at the front of the club.

Loud screams filled the cramped club, but I tuned them out, focusing on the task at hand.

Shot after shot, I hit each of the masked men  with chilling accuracy. Even over all of the noise, I could hear the sound of bullets piercing flesh.

Minutes had passed and I was all out of ammunition. Tucking the empty guns into my waistband, I crouched down and crawled to the front of the club.

"Stay down. Don't move." I whispered to the innocent civilians as I passed by them; all of them frozen with fear.

When I reached the front of the club, I surveyed my surroundings for the group of masked men.

Two of the masked men were huddled by the entrance, their injuries leaving a trail of blood across the floor. Four men were dead, sprawled out a few feet away from me. The rest of the men were lost in the crowd, undoubtedly wounded by my shooting escapade.

Confidently, I stood up and stormed over to the men by the entrance.

I crouched down beside one of them, tapping him on the shoulder.

He flinched, slowly turning to look at me. Without hesitation, I snatched off his mask, revealing pale skin, dark brown eyes, and disheveled ginger locks.

"Who are you?" He coughed, blood spurting from his lips.

I gave him a tight-lipped smile, "Who am I?" I teased, dragging my fingertip across his cheekbone. "The woman who's about to make you wish you never stepped foot inside of this club."

I grabbed him by the collar of his cheap leather jacket. Lifting him up, I slammed him against the wall, "What is your name?"

The man coughed up more blood, but ignored me.

I shrugged, "Fine. Have it your way."

Taking a step back, I raised my fist, and punched him across the face with as much strength as I could muster. The man tumbled to the ground, hitting the hard surface with a loud thud!

This time, I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to stand up and look me in the eye.

"I'm going to ask you again," I growled. "What. Is. Your. Name?"

"You think you can scare me? You're nothing but a scared little girl in a man's world. You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to talk, sweetheart." He snickered.

Nothing but a scared little girl in a man's world, he'd said.

He had no idea just how wrong he truly was.

"I'm with the Bratva. Don't mess with me, girl." The man said, cockily.

I scoffed.