HUNTING ADELINE- 1 🥀

CHAPTER TWENTY 🥀(THE SHADOW)

The bass from the music is all-consuming. It feels like the beat is coming from inside my chest. I never quite got used to the volume in clubs.

I make my way through the throng of grinding couples, drunk grils shaking their asses, and obnoxious douchebags wearing too much cologne with a mountain of gel in their hair. Oh god, one even has his button-up parted so he can show off the gold chain dangling on his hairy overly tanned chest. 

Searface is role model very few manage to do justice when they imitate him. They can stick their faces in a pile of coke but don't exhibit the same finesse while so.

My hood is pulled over my head, concealing my identity as I make my way up the metal stairs. The same metal stpes. Addie climed up not too long ago with another man's hand wrapped around hers.

I enjoyed sawing off that hand and would definitely do it again.

When I reahc the landing, I stop short. On the half-moon couch is Max with his leg spread and a woman bouncing up and down on his lap while his head is kicked back with his eyes closed. Her skirt hiked up, and her thong pulled to the side, baring her pussy eating up Max's cock for all to see.

I arch a brow, unimpressed with how low she has to bounce. Addie would never have that issue.

A pair of twins sit on either edge, receiving their own treatment from a girl. Sighing. I step back in the shadows, pulling out my gun and screwing on the silencer piece. The bass is milder up here, but a bullet zipping by your ear will draw anyone's attention.

I take aim and shoot, the bullet inches away from Max's head.

Immediately, he dives for cover, pushing the poor girl off him and onto the floor. She yelps, covering her body as she scrambles up and makes a run for it.

"Hey." I say calmy . She freezes, while the twins move into action, reaching for their own guns while Max quickly yanks up his slacks to cover his now flaccid dick.

"I'd appreciate it if you tuck the guns back in your pockets  along with your dicks. None of you are my type. Unfortunately for you, I only have one, ande she's got pretty light browns eyes and a penchant for dangerous man."

When on of the twins doesn't listen, continuing to pull out the gun and take aim, I fire off one shot next to his head too. He drops the gun and raises his hands.

I turn my eyes to the three girls. "I want you beautiful ladies to see yourselves out and never speak of this again, yeah? I have memory of an elephant, aspecially with faces."

These women will never see the wrong end of my g#n, even if they do tell. but it sure as hell would make my life a lot harder if they knew that.

They all nod and run ut of the room like there's Rottweiler nipping at their bare asses.

"Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck is sequrity?" Max spits, a hand resting on the g#n in the back of his pant.

"Sequrity from this club?" I laugh. "You know, for someone who has some pretty seedy business dealings, you're cocky son of bitch for not having you own damn gaurds."

Max sniffs with indigantion. I smile wider, realizing that he's still struggling with loyalty and that pesky power vaccum now that the Talaverras are wipes out. 

"Couldn't get loyal gaurds?"

"Nind your fucking business," he snaps. "Who are you and what do you want?"

I trot over to where he's sitting and take a seat next to him, sighing as if I just sat on a beach chair on a private island with a pina colada.

And then I press the cold mteal of my silencer to his temple. I'm riding on the fact that at least these two bozos will show him a shred of loyalty.