Mikhail

7

I quietly watched him from a corner of the dimly lit club filled with forte music and writhing, dancing bodies.

This was the place we'd arranged to meet for the first time when he'd called me to inform me that he had a bad guy for me to deal with.

Even with his still healing arm in a sling, he was having a lot of fun. Celebrating because he was thinking that Montserrat was dead.

He was drinking straight from a whisky bottle while dancing, surrounded by two sultry girls who he fondled and kissed at every whim.

A woman who wasn't part of the group joined him. She soon blended into the dancing girls, but it didn't take long before she bodily cupped his dick, something the others hadn't done.

He blinked in surprise before a smile curved his lips, seemingly at her boldness. Soon he was pushing away from the other girls whom he'd been trying to take somewhere else but had been turned down, obviously because they only wanted to get some free drinks and not bang with a dimwit like him.

He focused all his attention on the new woman, pulling close to her and grabbing her by the waist with his good hand as he grinded himself against her butt.

She rotated slowly and brought her lips to his ear. Mateo's eyes widened just as she pulled back and crashed her lips to his.

She pushed away from him and winked, biting her lip. His eyes sparkled with heat and lust as he watched her turn and shake her ass vigorously.

Grabbing the hem of  her skirt, she rode it up until her panties showed. Winking at him suggestively, she set off on a path towards the washrooms.

Mateo caught the signal and immediately began to follow. The girls who had been with Mateo glared after the new lady in disgust and vexation.

I waited till they'd taken the curve that led to the hallway before easing off the wall and jostling through the dancers to follow them.

They began kissing immediately they were in the hallway where both the men and the ladies washroom were located. They entered the men's, closing the door behind them.

It was time. Mateo didn't know what was coming to him. Reaching the door, I turned the knob and entered.

“Fuck!” Mateo cursed, standing in front of the woman who he had pinned against the wall, his back to me. “I thought you said you'd locked the door.”

He spun around to see who'd entered, and all colour drained from his face when his eyes fell on me. “You? What do you want now?”

“Oh, you'll find out soon.” I answered curtly.

Dipping my hand into a pocket of my jacket, I brought out my wallet and took out a hundred dollar note.

The woman who'd brought him here stepped away from him. He watched, eyes widened in shock as she  crossed over to me, took the money from my hand and planted a kiss on my cheek before winking at him and leaving the room.

Yep, life's not always fair.

“You bitch!” He yelled after her.

“Hey. Didn't your mother teach you how to talk to women?” I asked cynically as I locked the door to the washroom.

“Look man, I don't know what you fucking want from me but...”

He swallowed as I took slow predatory steps towards him. Before he could issue any more protest, I delivered a heavy punch to his jaw. He groaned and tossed to the side.

I grabbed him by the head before he could fall and threw another blow, this time targeting his nose. I heard a crack, and blood soon began oozing as he yelled.

Then I grabbed the arm that was in a sling, spun him around and crashed his face against the dirty tiled wall, twisting his already injured shoulder joint. He screamed in agony.

“I warned you. I fucking warned you not to dare touch a hair on her head or you would be sorry.” I growled through gritted teeth at his ear.

He continued moaning in pain. “What the hell? I don't know what you're talking about man... I swear.”

“Yeah, and I'm a fucking priest. ” I chuckled mirthlessly. “Someone tried to kill her today. You and your mother are the only ones who wanted her dead. You fucking tried to kill her. At least you tried. There's going to be no trying here because I'm sending you straight to hell.”

I let go of his arm and stepped back. He turned to face me, groaning and clutching his shoulder which I'd dislocated all over again, his face decorated by his own blood.

Then I pulled out my gun from beside my pelvis and beneath my jacket, aiming straight at his head.

“No... No. Please, no. I swear that I have nothing to do with this. Neither does my mother.” He pleaded. “You'll be making a mistake by killing me. Please.” He had tears in his eye now.

Pathetic.

I placed my finger on the trigger. “Why should I believe that it wasn't you guys?”

“Because I fucking love my life!” He yelled desperately. “Why would I dare to kill her for the money when I know you wouldn't hesitate to blow my brains out? I can't enjoy my father's fortune if I'm dead. But even if my mother and I don't get the money in our names, we could at least manipulate her into fulfilling our every whim.”

I remembered what had happened when Montserrat made me take her to their house. Their terror at my presence had been real and almost tangible. No, they wouldn't dare defy me, especially on that very day.

The idiot in front of me was too afraid of dying. The tears pouring down his cheeks was every indication.

Which only begged the question: which other person would want to see Montserrat dead?

I bit down on my lips cooly, knowing that my gaze was cold and wicked. “If I find out that it was you and your mum who sent someone to kill her, Mateo...” I let my statement hang ominously.

I sensed that he was telling the truth, but he and his mother had deceived me once and I couldn't be too sure.

“Thank you, thank you!” He said earnestly, obviously expecting me to put away the gun. Instead, I lowered it and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit him right on the joint of his other shoulder which was untouched. Now he had two brutalized shoulder joints to remind him that I wasn't a bark with no bite.

I walked out of the washroom with his bellows of pain fading out behind me.