Where She Went

Prologue

~ Unknown POV ~

The smell of smoke hits me as I walk into the bar, my eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness. Especially with my black shades, I found it hard to even get to the counter to get a drink.

I sat back in a dark circular leather seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it smoothly. A woman with dark brown ringlets and dark eyes came over to me, smiling brightly.

"What can I get you?" She asks, leaning over the counter a bit as if to get me to look at her breasts. I wasn't interested.

I inhaled a puff, and blew it out gingerly, tapping my finger against the counter to the beat of a random song that was blaring through the bar.

"Two shots." I say, drifting my gaze down her curvaceous figure. Maybe just one night wouldn't be so bad..

"Okay, I'll be right back." She said, secretly biting her lip. I smirk, and watch her walk over to the drinks.

She definitely wasn't as beautiful as Hazel, that was for sure. I resisted the urge to just take her every time I saw her, knowing her innocent green eyes were for November and my little game. It was fun while it lasted, but sadly it ended all to fast. If only he hadn't been a bitch and fell right back to her, I might've been able to have her.

Too bad for Hazel, though. My game wasn't over, and now I ten times more pissed than I was before she got away. But that made it all the more fun, right? The bullet that had went through my head had grazed passed the side, leaving quite the nasty little scar. She was going to get it, that was for sure-- and so was her little bitch November. I was going to take my sweet time with him and my scalpel.

The bartender came back with my shots, setting them smoothly before me. I lifted my gaze to meet hers, smiling.

"Thank you." I say, reaching over and grabbing one of the glasses.

She smiled back, flashing white teeth. Walking over to another customer, she swayed her hips in a way that left me knowing she wasn't done with me after I left the bar. I smirked and turned my attention back to the contents of my drink.

Tossing back both glasses, I let the burning sensation settle in my stomach before ordering three more. I kept my hoodie over my scar, only letting little of my face be shown, along with my sunglasses which I kept over my eyes. The news reports of my escape would probably come in in a few hours, so that would buy me enough time to drink and have a go with the brunette behind the bar. Perfect.

Then I would be on my way, and gone like smoke. Hazel had it coming, and she didn't know what was coming to her.

Finishing my three shots, I stood up-- making my way over to the brunette who was attending to someone else. After she finished, I caught her arm and whispered closely to her-- pulling her in.

"Meet me behind the bar." I say, giving her shoulder a slight squeeze.

She nodded, her eyes flashing brightly. I smiled back, and slunk into the shadows, joining a group who were starting a pool game.

Be prepared Hazel, because paybacks a bitch.