𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀, 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐢

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𐌀𐌌𐌀𐌙𐌀

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Her body swayed carelessly in the club as she blocked out the many stares sent her way by horny men.

She made her way to the bar, lightly smirking at the stares she received.

She ushered the bartender over and ordered a vodka martini leaving him to go make the drink.

When he came back she got ready to pay but the bartender quickly interrupted her.

''That man over there already paid for the drink.'' He pointed towards the man and when she turned to face him she was met with a man who could be in his mid-thirties making his way over to her with what he thought was an attractive smirk.

''What's your name, pretty lady.'' He sat down next to her and raised his brows.

''Amaya.'' She simply answered and looked down to where his leg was brushing against her bare one.

''Well Amaya, I'm Liam.'' He leaned closer to her. ''What do you say we leave this place?'' He whispered.

Amaya had to refrain from scrunching her nose at the smell of his breath.

Instead, she put on her famous smirk and placed her hand on his thigh and whispered back into his ear ''I would love that.''

And when she pulled away, she so badly wanted to roll her eyes at the shit-eating grin on his face.

Liam got up from the chair and held his hand out for Amaya. She reluctantly accepted. While he led her out of the club and to the back alley she couldn't help but observe her surroundings.

Something she did that came in handy especially when she spotted a suited man lurking in the shadows of the club watching her and Liam.

I'll have to take care of him when I'm done.

She thought before turning back to Liam who still held the same grin on his face almost as if he had just won the jackpot.

Once in the alley Liam pushed her against the brick wall and started aggressively kissing her neck.

Amaya let him.

She wanted him to feel like he had some power in the situation before ultimately taking that power away and leaving him begging her for mercy before she ended his pitiful life.