𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚...

1 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥

Zikeal and I are In a toxic situation, but I try not to take it to heart since he's helping me find my father's killer. We've traveled from state to state and still nothing. We can only find his stupid men and people associated with him.

I walked into a nightclub, I was looking for Stefan. He's one of Urban Ferti's men, I planned to kill every single one of his men until I reached him. I looked around at the entrance I adjusted my earpiece as soon as Zikeal spoke, "See him with those girls by the bar, there our guy." I turned down the volume and fixed my dress.

The place was pretty packed, that's a good thing and a bad thing. Mainly, those desperate and horny men were eyeing girls who were performing on stage. I shivered in disgust, men who looked at women like they were prey.

I wore a black silk dress that stopped at my thighs, I had a garter on which held a knife on the side. I walked past the raging crowd and sat at the bar. I took a quick look at the drinking waving down the bartender.

I placed my elbows on the aisle, "What can I get for you?" Said the bartender, "A shot of Rossini." I said taking a quick glance at Stefan, he seemed tall, his figure was muscular, his gaze at the women he was talking with was dangerous, and he had brown slicked hair. I couldn't get to many details but the way he moved, I knew this was gonna be a challenge.

The bartender passed me the shot as I drank it looking into the crowd, each of Urban's men had a dirty history, they came to him to endure it all. To continue their dirty line of work in secret, my chest tightened, it was disgusting.

I crossed my legs making my tight dress press against my thighs, It was taking too long, I wanted to kill this fucker more than anything. I was so close, I wanted to see his face when he saw death. How long will it take for him to notice me?

Should I make a move or should I let him come to me, I didn't want to push things, it could easily go downhill, "Can I buy you a drink?" Zikeal said, what the fuck is he doing in the room? He's supposed to keep watch. "No thanks, I already had a drink." my face rested as I looked up at him.

Zikeal, my boyfriend was almost near the edge to where I could just strangle him for his stupidity. "Fix your face and act like you want to be here, let me buy you a drink." He said as his smile fell, he said it all to me in a small voice making sure Stefan didn't hear.

I looked down and thought, he was helping me, he must've seen I was struggling, "Sure." I said turning towards the bar, "What drink he said." He was on my right side, he gave me a clear view of Stefan who was now on his phone.

"A Rossini." I smiled, he was talking to the bartender when he handed me my drink, Zikeal was holding my waist, and my brain felt wrecked in rage. "Fuck off." I softly hissed drinking the shot he paid for. That was a signal I gave him to leave because finally, Stefan looked at me.

I placed the glass down, his gaze on me was strong, I didn't even have to look at him to know he was staring at me. My back straightened as I looked over my shoulders to look at him. His information made me sick.

He was in jail for a while for sexual assault, soon to jail again for moving around drugs. I looked at him and flashed a small smirk looking away hoping it was enough to draw him to me, I got up and headed to a hallway where it wasn't so crowded, I entered the family bathroom, and I straightened up my hair.

I worked with Zikeal and only him, we haven't been caught but I felt like this was almost coming to an end, I didn't feel close to finding him, maybe it was because I only worked with one person which happened to be my fucking boyfriend.

I soon heard heavy shoe clicking hit the floor, I looked in the mirror and saw Stefano, one of my targets. "You've gotten my attention." He said. His voice was deep, and his presence disgusted my soul, "That's strange, I didn't ask for it." I said smirking up at him.

He completely towered me, I didn't feel threatened and he wasn't a problem for me. He walked closer to me and stroked my cheek, "You're going to be hard to crack." He said, traveling his hands to my waist.

His touch only fueled me with rage, he was disgusting, "Is that what you're looking for?" I said in a seductive tone. My hands traveled his body, I was searching to feel if he was armed or not. 

"No." He whispered I had this all in my hands, this was almost too easy, he wasn't armed from what I felt, I raised my arm as it landed on his head.

We smirked at each other, he was slowly getting on both of his knees as I lowered him down, "That's too bad." I said throwing my head back and opening my legs. 

He placed kisses on my thighs looking at me, his gaze made me shiver. I wanted to get this over worth before I fucked things up.

I pushed his head in as his mouth groaned against my panties, his warmth almost made me push away from him, "So impatient." He groaned against me. 

My grip on his hair tightened as I grabbed the knife from my garter, "Yes that's exactly how I feel." I grunted pulling his head back and giving me a clear view of his neck.

 "What the fu-" I raised the knife as it sliced through his neck, blood spilled down as he fell back on the floor.

His hands were shaky and he was holding his neck. "A pathetic display," I said stepping over him, I looked at him in his eyes, he was trying to speak but all that came out was bloody gargles. 

"Your name is, Stefan Rivianes, you sexually assaulted a woman back in 2015 and went to jail, soon went back to jail in 2018 for smuggling drugs around and joined Ubran Ferti," I said as I looked at his twisted face.

I looked at him in the eyes, his movements became still, and his eyes were shining but soon got dim. He greeted death, and it welcomed him with a hot greeting. I left the bathroom and tapped into the earpiece, "Let's go, meet me in the car." I said, leaving the night and getting into my car.

Stefan's body wasn't mine to take care of, it was his men's. And they left him alone, with me. I sat back in the car resting my head on the headrest and the door opened at closed. Zikeal was sitting next to me, "I need a break." I spoke, looking at him.

I was killing Urban men but I wasn't getting close, I needed a break, I needed to come back when I knew I was ready, I needed time to think and get a taste of being free. Zikeal let out a breath and started up the car as he drove us home. "I agree." He said laying back on the seat, I looked over at him noticing a red mark on his neck, a fucking kiss mark.

I definitely need a break.

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ!