Switchblade

Chapter 19: Fight

Tati returned to the table with the bowl of peanuts and two drinks. One of bourbon and the other of whiskey. She placed them all down.

"Tati." Killian called.

She looked at him with an unamused glare.

"Tatiana." he fixed.
"Yes?"
"Go in the lounge and walk to the bar. Tell them we want pretzels." he instructed.

Tati took the instructions and left the room.

She saw the bar and the large crowd of guests that walked around the main area. Along with the poorly covered waitresses who served them.

On her way there, she felt something splash onto her back and froze.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry...!" Chelsey stated.
Tati turned around in disgust as the alcohol spilled down her back and ass.
"Please don't tell your kidnapper, I don't really want to be fired..." Chelsey whined.

They'd gotten the attention of some of the club enjoyers. As well as a few waitresses who snickered and others who just stared.

Tati didn't say a word, she just started taking off her shoes.
"What, are you gonna try to fight me in a club? It was just an accident. Mistakes happen." Chelsey said smugly.
Tati again didn't say a word. She just swung her fist.

Chelsey ran into one of the tables as she felt her face but Tati swung again. She kept swinging without a care in the world until the two landed on the floor.

Men started cheering as they watched the half naked women fighting on the floor. Waitresses stood to the side in shock as they watched while either laughing or with a hand over their mouths. Or both.
Tables and chairs were moved out of the way to give the women more room. Some men even started recording as Chelsey and Tati continued to swing and pull hair.

"HEY!" someone shouted.

The bartender for the lounge ran over to put a stop to it.

The men in the vip lounge heard the squeaking sound of furniture sliding across the floor and the cheering.

"What's goin' on out there?" Silas asked.
The men all began to get up and walk towards the door.

They walked out and saw the crowd and flashlights surrounding something in the middle of the floor.

Killian led the way to the scene. People moved out of his way.

He stood over them, smoking his cigarette. And just watched Tati sit up on top of Chelsey to continue swinging into her face.
"Holy shit, I think I caught her nipple on camera." one of the men laughed to his friend.

Killian took his cigarette and burned it into the man's temple.

"Ah!" he winced. Killian took his phone before smashing it to the ground and stepping on it. "What the fuck?!" the man yelled at Killian.
Killian flicked his cigarette from between his fingers. "Now you don't have shit, pussy. Get out." he said and looked into the man's eyes.
The guy backed down and looked away. "Whatever, man."
He turned to his friend. "Let's go."
"What?"
"I said let's go!" he yelled.
The friend looked at Killian before they both walked out of the club.

Killian looked back at the women on the floor in the midst of the cheering.
He stepped in and wrapped Tati in his arms before peeling her off of her victim. Tati continued to try to get punches and kicks in.
"YOU'RE NOT LAUGHIN' NOW, BITCH! IS IT STILL FUNNY?!" she shouted as Killian carried her away in his arms.
Other waitresses went to console Chelsey who was bruised and bleeding far worse than Tati. She only had a cut on her lip.

Tati was pulled into the bathroom and placed on the floor.
She paced back and forth and licked the cut on her lip.
"Why are you causing a fight inside my club?" Killian asked calmly.
"I DIDN'T CAUSE SHIT! THAT BITCH HAS BEEN MAKING ME MAD SINCE I GOT HERE! SHE LAUGHS IN MY FACE AND TRIES TO MAKE HER BITCHY COMMENTS AND THOUGHT THAT I WOULDN'T KICK HER ASS!" Tati explained. "SURPRISE BITCH!" she purposely yelled at the door, hoping it reached Chelsey. "I TRIED TO KEEP IT COMPOSED AND BE NICE AND SHE KEPT TESTING ME! I PASSED! FUCK HER!"
Killian watched her with a lick to his lips.

Tati paid him zero mind and took a sheet of paper towel to blot her lip.
"Now I've bled three times today." she said and stared sassily at Killian. Since he was the reason for the first two times.
"Come here, let me see it." he instructed.
"I'm fine."
"Come here." he repeated.
She sighed and walked over to him.

He leveled her head up higher so he could look at her bottom lip. His thumb ran over it.
Her body tensed.
"Don't do that..." she said and took her face away.
He chuckled. "Didn't know you were so shy."
"I'm not shy, I just hate you."
"Right."
"How long are you gonna keep me locked in here?" Tati asked to change the subject.
"Until I feel like letting you out."
"You really like living up to the kidnapping name don't you?"
"This isn't kidnapping."
"You enjoy picking me up and carrying me places without my permission then locking me somewhere else until you feel like letting me go."
Killian thought about it.
"Fucking weirdo." Tati huffed and threw away her paper towel.

"I'll let you out if you kiss me." he joked with eyes on her rear end like most times.
"I don't want to leave that bad." she stated.
"Then get comfortable."
"Are you serious?" she asked.
He snickered and stared at the floor.
"This is extortion."
"That's a reach." he argued, smile gone but eyes still on the floor.
"It's coercion." she stated.
"Close enough."
"And you're okay with that?"
"I've done far worse."
Tati stared at him, disgusted.
He scoffed. "Not like that. I killed a guy."
"Oh. I already knew that." she said and sat on the counter.
"How?"
"You kidnapped and cut me too easily for you to have never killed a person. If you hadn't done worse than those two, you would've at least hesitated."
"Observant. You pay attention to me?" he smirked.
"Friends close, enemies closer." she stated and didn't look at him.
"Because you pop a vein every time I call you by your nickname, I'm gonna assume I'm the latter."
"Observant." she mocked.
He scoffed.

"Would've assumed me explaining everything to you would've made you hate me even a little less." Killian admitted.
"Just because it could be worse doesn't mean it isn't bad." she argued.
"To me it does."
She looked at him.

"I'm not agreeing, but I know that most people...when they get kidnapped...are thrown into sex trafficking or slave trade. So..." she said quietly.
"So you're agreeing."
"No." she snapped. "You still suck."
He didn't respond.
"Just not as much as most kidnappers do."
He chuckled. "Thank you, baby." he said softly.
She didn't answer.

"So, I can call you that, but if I say Tati, I have to lose my head?" he asked calmly.
"Fuck youuuu." she groaned loudly. "I wasn't even paying attention when you fucking said it!"
"Yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't. I was thinking."
"About our kiss?"
"Go drown."
"Doesn't answer my question."
"I'm not kissing you."
"Yes, you are."
"You sound like a fucking child. No murderer talks like this."
"You want me to be stiff all the time?"
"Wouldn't it make more sense?"
"I'm stiff when I'm talkin' to those assholes in that room or in a meeting."
"Okay? Why aren't you stiff with me? You're a little toneless and calm at best."
"Cause I'm not trying to scare you." he answered.
She didn't respond.

"I told you, you didn't do anything wrong. I don't mess with anybody that doesn't deserve it." he restated.
"So what? I'm like a permanent play date?"
"Now who sounds like a child?"
"Shut up. What the fuck else would I be?" she asked.
"Kiss me and we'll figure it out."
"Shut up."
He scoffed.

"They're probably gossiping that I'm in here with you." Tati sighed.
"What?"
"The girls in the locker room have a crush on you. They probably think something's going on in here. You know...because you're a pervert." she answered.
"Hm."
"Why don't you go bother them instead of me?" she asked. "They'd say yes in a heartbeat. Do everything you say with a smile and not threaten to kick your ass."
"That's why."
She looked at him.

"The guys don't fight me. Women don't. Victims don't. I want a challenge. I'm surrounded by pushovers. I like when they have a backbone. It's rare in my presence." he told her.
"Well you're fucking scary, obviously they wouldn't fight you."
"You think I'm scary but you talk to me the way that you do?"
"You're scary but I still hate you. I don't treat anyone I hate with respect. Regardless of their neck tattoo."
He chuckled. "You're very cute."