After our first little deal together, Joker started acting weird. Not long after I noticed a change is when he got mad and left. It didn't make any sense to me. I know that it broke my heart. Just as I thought things were going good and I had gotten the man I love back is when we go right back to square one. Of course it's my fault, though. This would be something I have caused. The person who tore out his heart was me and I'm mad that he won't come back to me? I'm an adult; there's no reason for me to act this way.
My thoughts were interrupted by someone walking up to me at my booth in the club. "Ma'am?" I shot my head at the person and gave them a look with my eyes squinted. They pointed at the seat and I turned my head to it as well. "I uh, heard that you uh, watch things?" The man was fidgety as he sat down and I tilted my head back while keeping my eyes on him. He took out a piece of paper that showed a women on it. "My girlfriend is missing and I was wond-" My finger shot up to him and started waving side to side.
A laugh erupted from my stomach and he looked confused. "If you wanted someone for charity work, you'd go to Batman. Now leave my club or she won't be the only one missing." Before he could respond, my goons got him by his arms and dragged him out. My head turned the other way as I lit a cigar, listening to the music and feeling the bass. Sadly, he isn't the first person who hasn't gotten the memo that I'm not a good person. They think that because I don't associate myself with Joker then that means I'm some Good Samaritan.
Everyone in the club were criminals. People who feared Joker or people who worshiped me. Some who were neutral and couldn't care less if I were here or not because it's a great club that only the bad guys go to. It's honestly just a club. The difference is that I've taken claim to it in a way that it's mine. Everything on the East side of the city was mine just about. Up North is where I used to live and I didn't want to run into anyone I have once known. Joker had the West and the South so it was pretty much dumb to think about getting it. Even I knew that would never work out and I've slept with him.
My skin got goosebumps as I felt something was off in the room. I pulled my gun to my side and looked around. Everything seemed normal and my heart started pumping faster. There's no way I felt something and there not be anything here.
A man in the crowd locked eyes with me. Once he noticed that I looked, he turned his head away and started walking. Without warning my goons, I ran to follow him. It's really hard to get through this club when I'm not exactly a big person. "Move!" People were in my way and the growl that came through my mouth made them do as I told. When I got out of the club, the man was standing in the alley and speaking to someone.
"Yes. She's here sir." Anger boiled into my skin as I ran up to him and kicked the phone out of his hand. The man didn't take long to react and punch me in the face. I groaned angrily as it hurt and I put my foot to his throat and backed him against the wall. My leg was up and holding him down as I pressed my foot into his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Who wants you to watch me?" My hands stayed in front of me and ready to fight. I let my leg down and the man hunched over and started coughing. While he did that, I took my gun out and pointed it at him. Part of me was a little offended that someone was willing to do this to me and use some creep to do the dirty work.
He got up from hunching over and held his arms up. "Joker just wants to keep an eye on you. That's all, ma'am. Please don't kill me because I was told to do this." Why would it matter where I am? It's been a week since we have had contact. I hit my head lightly with my gun repetitively and turned in a circle. Honestly, I should've know it was going to be him.
A thought came to my head and my gun pointed to his head once again. "You tell him that if he is busting his ass to find someone to watch me and not have me notice, he won't stop searching. If I ever catch another one his guys following me, I'll kill them all one by one with no remorse." Jokers little spy shook as he nodded his head and started to run before I whistled at him. "And why don't cha tell him that Maya said she looooves him so much!" His footsteps were heard as he ran off to send my messages.
My head was hurting and so was my jaw. There would most likely be a bruise from where the man had punched me. I walked to the front of the club and went to my car to spend off.
Once I got home, I put my hair up and went to my room. Loki was laying on the bed and shot up when he heard me walk in. I kneeled down to pick him up and we went to the rest room.
"Daddy is watching me, Loki. What are we going to do?" There wasn't a response and I started feeling a little awkward for talking to a dog. Killing and stalki is my hobby and I just spoke to a puppy in a baby voice. Of course this makes sense. I took my clothes off and put on a sports bra and sleeping shorts. While I was washing my face, Loki started barking at me. Playfully, I splashed some water at him and laughed. I looked in the mirror and noticed that I had a bruise on my jaw. "Damn, he's actually hiring people who will lay a finger and some on me."
On my bed, I heard a buzz. The phone I had was strictly for business and not a lot of people had my number. I picked it up and noticed a number that was registered in my phone had messaged me. "Thanks for the message, sweetheart." Knowing who it was, I rolled my eyes and started typing my message. "Yeah, no problem, daddy. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite." There was no hiding the smile as I sent the message.
I laid down on the bed and got another buzz. It was a photo from Joker of waist down that showed how he was laying down in a bed in his room. The message with it said, "Don't you know I don't sleep well without you?" I did the same as him and recreated his photo, adding Loki in the view. "Don't you know I hate when you play with my feelings?" Whatever he had to say next didn't concern me.
The only reason he managed to show any type of affection towards me is because I told his goon to tell him I loved him. How did he even get my number in the first place? It was the first time I had said it in a really long time. I knew it would hit a spot somehow. Whether he thought it was true or not didn't really matter. My point got across and I'm hoping that somewhere in his crazy, brain dead, head that he understands it.
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So sorry that I haven't updated in 3.9 years. I'm in 3 advanced classes and also had auditions for my schools acapella group today. Then there's errands and blah.
I just got home and it's past 2300. Time to die :))))
Well, I'll be posting another one tonight because I'm in the mood.
Je T'aime!!!
