Saving Red

Red's "Job"

A few hours later, Red found himself standing outside a rundown apartment building on the edge of town. He could hear muffled voices inside—his targets. Young, careless guys who thought they could take on the "Monsters" and get away with it. He felt a bitter satisfaction creep in as he prepared to do what Antonio had sent him here for. Red found that his plan was almost flawless these men had were sent to her usually had wives that in the long run each one has been screwed over, red had decided since part of his job was to hurt these women that as long as the women agreed they would pretend to get harmed and red put on a show keeping the women safe and doing his job, he'd still beat the men and sometimes torture but he never killed anyone, killing them would mean less chance of the gangs money to show up.

As he stepped inside, Red felt the familiar rush of adrenaline, the one that washed away the doubts, the fear, the pain. This was what Antonio wanted from him—a force of punishment, a living weapon. And as long as he wore that jacket and had his tattoos branding him, he was trapped in that role, a prisoner in his own skin. He'd make them pay. And maybe, just maybe, he'd feel like he was the one in control for a little while. He found the man who was his target and shoved the man before punching him in the side of his head, knocking the man out quickly. Red tied the man up and went to talk to the wife, like always the wives agreed and waited for the man to wake up and put on a show. The husbands hated red for this, believing he was rapping their wives was one of the worst things they could think of but sadly red always did much more, violently beating on the husband till they passed out. After Red went to the blonde curly haired woman, Red let her know her choices but most of the women took the money Red offered and ran to the place Red recommended all of them go. Leaving these women to help themselves and get out of this horrible life was the only way Red could help.

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Even after his gruesome job Red had also found himself at the dance club Antonio had agreed upon for Red, Antonio didn't like Red dancing for others but knew he could use it to his advantage later, like getting more money, free showing, and more from Red but Red didn't care at least he had a form of release from his stressful days. He walked into the building from the back door waving at Sam, his manager, the man was short, shorter then Red at 5 ft 4 and had a small frame, he assumed a long time ago that this small, sweet boy was actually Tom's (The owner) boyfriend, but it was never confirmed. Red ran to the dressing room. He threw some foundation on his chest to cover the tattoo a little bit, then started changing into fishnets, his tiny black shorts, a sheer see through black top and his favorite dancing shoes. He decided to be a little more covered since he'd received a couple bruises this week and knew once in darker lighting, he could strip teases from the hungry men waiting for him.

On the stage, he caught a man not looking at him, this man was tall, with dark hair but his face wasn't easy to see since he was fair away, Red decided it was time to take his clothes off, slowly he stripped his shirt throwing it in the man's direction, which got the man's attention giving a Red a feeling of success, Red didn't understand but he wanted this man to look at him, touch him, feel him.