A/N: Ericka's POV will be in Japan until further notice. Ericka is blasion and part of the japanese mafia. They are only talking in English because the audience speaks English.
Ericka POV
My heels clacked on the floor as I walked through security to enter the bar. My red, strapless dress hugs my curves perfectly. My hips swayed as I made my way to the nearest stool.
"I'll just have a water." I said to the bartender. The bartender was really one of my close friends named Q. He's just here as backup.
It's been revealed that I've been being followed. My job is to simply act as if I'm drugged, have him take me to his location, get information, kill him. Simple as that.
Q handed me my water, and I circled my finger around the rim of the glass. I twirled a strand of the blonde wig I was wearing. As I took a sip of my water I heard footsteps come my way. I kept my eyes forward waiting for the man to start a conversation.
"Ma'am?" I turned my head, leaning it back a bit to give a seductive look. I gave a 'hm' sound as a response. Yep, this is the guy.
Dumbass.
"You're just so beautiful I couldn't stand the urge to come talk to you.", he turned his head towards Q, "Get this fine lady a drink, and make it extra... unique." I noticed the small wink he gave Q. God men are such pigs.
"I only planned on drinking water tonight, but I guess one drink won't hurt." I gave him a smile, my smiley piercing peeking through the small space in between my lips. Q laid down the glass in front of me. I took a sip of the drink. Plain alcohol, nothing too strong. I could feel the man staring daggers at me and my motions. I batted my eyelashes slowly, and took slow deep breaths.
"Um... what exactly did you give me?" I rubbed my eyes at the end, giving the tired look. I didn't fail to notice the ends of his mouth turn up slightly.
"'I don't know what drink the bartender gave you specifically. Are you feeling okay?" he asked, obviously enjoying the sight in front of him. So fucking fake. At least with women, they hide their feelings better.
I shook my head, letting out a few groans. I gripped slightly on some strands of my hair, trying to make it seem I was trying to calm my "headache". Not too hard of course though, I liked this wig.
His hand creeped around my waist, lifting me up. I already knew where this was going.
"How about I take you to my place and you can stay until you feel better?" Before I could respond he started to walk towards the exit. The other men in the bar cheered and whistled as a way to say "congratulations".
As I pretended to struggle to walk I could hear him giggling softly to himself.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you, you dumb bitch." Oh I'm going to have so much fun killing this fucker.
When he got us to his car he unlocked it, and threw me in the back seat. He shoved my legs in, leaving me in a very uncomfortable position. Me being 5'9 is not helping this situation either. He sat himself in the front seat, taking his phone out of his pocket. I tried moving a little trying to get comfortable and groaned a little so he wouldn't be suspicious
"Shut up bitch, and stay still." he commanded. It's gonna be so fun to torture him later. His phone rang, indicating he was calling someone.
"Hey, you were right. While I'm here I should fuck a couple bitches. I got a nice black one right in my backseat." This guy is fucking disgusting. And a dumb fuck too since he can't recognize the person he's been spying on. He laughed loudly, making me roll my eyes. Their conversation went on for a while, and what they were talking about made me want to rip my ears out.
He finally hung up the phone as we entered a driveway. He was staying at a rundown motel. The blue paint was chipping away, revealing a brown color under. The windows had bars, making it look like a prison. This is just sad, but of course it is to me. I'm a spoiled bitch after all.
He got out of the car, stretching a little as he got out. He opened my door harshly. My head fell out, making me hiss in pain. He pulled me out of the car, not giving me a second to contain myself.
"Wh.. Where are we?" I mumbled out, trying to give the drugged effect. I could feel his hands roam around ass. I should've put more thought into this before I agreed.
"Don't worry. We'll be in my room real soon." he said, chuckling deeply after.
He took me up a staircase, making my heels click repeatedly. These heels are destroying my feet. Weet passed a couple doors until we stopped at one. Door 19. He pulled out a key, and unlocked the door. He pushed me in as soon as the door opened, resulting in me falling on the floor. He closed the door, and locked it. Oh you're going to regret that.
I took out the switchblade hidden in my bra and slashed his ankles. Before he could scream I ranked him back by the mouth and held it up to his ncked. His eyes widened, and his breath picked up from fear.
"Who the fuck sent you?" I said in a stern voice. I didn;t blink as we had a mini stare contest. He dug the knife into his skin, giving him a warning to stop wasting my time.
"Lesha! It was Lesha!" That goddamn Lesha.
"Why did he send you?" I asked, pressing the switchblade harder, drawing blood from his neck.
"To find out your weaknesses and your activity! That's all okay!? Just please let me live!" I sat silent for a second thinking everything over. What the fuck does Lesha want?
"Well okay you seemed pretty honest, but you still gotta die. Sorry. " I flashed the same smile I gave him at the bar. At that moment, some guards burst into the room.
"Took you long enough. I got the information I need. I would kill him, but he's really embarrassing." I left the room, pulling my phone out. I looked at myself in the camera, trying to make sure he didn't rough me up in his car. I heard the man's screaming as I made my way downstairs. How annoying.
I passed the lady at her desk. Probably the person who runs this place. I turned around, making my way to her direction. Her eyes widened in fear, probably scared for her life. I pulled out some cash from my bra. Always got to keep some extra on me. I sat it in front of the lady, and gave her a sweet smile.
"It's about 20k. I know it's not a lot, but I hope it helps. Just forget about all this and we won't come and kill you too. Have a good rest of your night." I walked off back to the parking lot. I spotted the car that was there to pick me up, surrounded by other black vehicles. I opened the door, sitting myself in the car.
"You know where to take me." The driver started the engine, and we were on our way. Fuck this night was tiring as hell.
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