𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐈𝐕

—

The cool, dark air brushed against my exposed thighs and I felt goosebumps arise in its wake. The room filled with chatter and wood walls barricaded the room. A rusted counter lined with men sat on the left and my eyes locked on my next target.

My heels clicked towards the brunette, and I pulled the loud stool out from under the counter. His head turned to me and an eyebrow raised. A few moments of silence passed as I waited for him to speak first, my gaze flickering around the room. "Why are you at a place like this?"

I turned my head to him and crossed one leg over the other. "Just wanted to think," I shrugged. "This was the first place I saw, so I decided to stop by."

He hummed and the bartender offered me the small drink held between his fingers. I declined and he sent it down the bar. "You look nice," the man on my right said, and when his words rang in my ears I knew I had him hooked.

I smiled gently at him, "Thank you," I watched as his eyes reached my body, each inch of the dress under his gaze. "You don't look too bad yourself."

My lie seemed to work he He smirked at me and I sent a small one back. We didn't say anything for a moment before I decided to speed this up. "Wanna go somewhere else with me?" I removed myself from the stool and stood next to his with my hand on his shoulder, internally grimacing at the forced touch.

"I would," he said, and sat his drink down onto the counter. He stood up and I grabbed his wrist while walking us to the back. I pushed the back door open open with a creak and a small hush of wind pushed my hair off my shoulder. I heard him chuckle when I closed the door.

"You plan on murdering me back here?" He grinned. I smiled cheekily at his joke, shaking my head.

"I thought it was more... private," I shrugged. His eyes switched and he walked closer, having me back up into the brick wall opposite to the bar. The alleyway dark and damp, silent with merely the bright moonlight to reflect off of the dark walls. I let him take another step closer before I reached into the thigh of my dress and turned my body, shooting the nearby security camera across the street.

In a quick motion I'm my arm back and swinging the gun to his temple. He groaned loudly and furrowed his eyebrows in rage, I cocked the pistol and kept the barrel of it at his forehead. He was easily a few inches taller than me, so I had to make this quick and easy.

He lurched for the weapon in my hand, but I retrieved it before his hands could grasp the pistol. I caught his hand then reach behind his belt and I lodged his throat with the weapon in response, causing him to force a cough and freeze his movements. "Sit," his eyes glared at me with such force I could feel the anger burning into my skin. I repeated myself, "Sit."

"I'm not a fucking dog."

I kicked his groin with the tip of my heel and caused him to bend forwards, giving me the opportunity to push my heel into his abdomen as well and pull him down by his hair. I roughly kicked his groin once more as he groaned deeply, laying on the ground that was sprinkled in dirt and alcohol. "You have something of mine. Either you hand it to me and I kill you, or I kill you and get it myself."