Winning The War; BOS 4

Bloody Rain

Maddison Hast
I walked down the streets of LA feeling hurt and alone. "Maddison? Darling is that you?" I turn quickly to see Marco. I run in his arms and cry into his chest.
"Shhhh. What happened?" He asks soothingly.
"I'm finished with Antonio. I never want to talk to him ever again. He's hurt me too many times." I sniff. Marco kisses the top of my head.
"Come on. I'm heading to work. You can have a special spot at the bar so you're by me the whole time." He says and I nod.
He puts an arm around my waist and leads me down the street towards the bar where he works. "I'm sorry to hear about Antonio. I know you two were close." Marco says softly and I smile up at him.
"Well I have you know and you are all I need." I reply and he smiles back at me.
"Only been a week and you're getting pretty serious about us." His voice calming and soft.
"What can I say. You make me happy. You make all my troubles disappear. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me ever since I became Crystals bodyguard years and years ago." I say and I almost instantly regret the last sentence.
Marco stops and looks down at me with narrowed eyes. "You're the bodyguard of the richest woman alive? Owner of Royal Rides? Best track racer in the word, formally known as The Mystery Driver? Wife of Ash Fleming who's one of the 8 Riches? The same woman I saw you with a few days ago? That Crystal?" He asks in a low voice.
"Ah... Yes. That Crystal." I nod cautiously.
"You don't look like a bodyguard to me." He says and I smirk slyly.
"That's what makes me best of the best. Looks are pretty deceiving most of the time. Which is why I only realized you went went to prison for around 3 years only 3 days ago." I say with a smile and his jaw drops.
"That file got wiped. I was told that file would never exist ever again." He says and his fists clench in anger. I laugh and put my hands on his arms.
"They were wiped the day you asked them to be." I say soothingly.
"How do you know that?" He hissed.
"Because you're looking at the person who wiped those files 5 seconds after you asked them to be wiped. I tend to remember faces just in case. But don't worry. I won't tell anyone." I say.
His eyes widen in shock. Before he can say anything I crash my lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss. He seems surprised at first before kissing me back, his hands cupping my face. At this moment I only feel bliss.

"Marco, I'm gonna have a look around." I say and he looks away from his drinks to me for a second.
"Sure thing darling. Don't get into any trouble." He replies.
"No promises Marco. No promises." I wink seductively at him and he smiles before I start to walk away.
"Damn. You're one lucky man Marco. That's one beautiful specimen." The man he was serving says and I stop midstep.
From the table beside me I swiftly grab a knife, spin around and fling it at him. The blade between his fingers. Marco rolls his eyes. The man goes white and shakily looks at me. "Speak about me like that again and next time I'll hit you right between the eyes." I say sweetly before turning sharply on my heel and walking into the crowd.
As I was walking by a table of bikini model perfect women I realize they're all staring at Marco. "That bartender is hot. I'd love to sink my teeth into him." I hear one of them whisper and the others all giggle and agree. It takes all my will and strength not to kill them all right there, right now. So instead I'll do the next best thing.
I keep walking and head up the stairs. Grabbing paper and a pen from the bar on the second floor I walk to the balcony where I have a clear veiw of the girls table. On the paper in a neat, swirling scrawl I write a warning message.

That bartender is mine girls. If I find out that any one of you have touched him or tried to flirt with him from the.second this not gets pinned to your table you all die. I have plenty more knives and I've been told I have a pretty good shoot.
Trust me girls. When I say I'll kill you it means I will kill you.
Have a good evening and listen to this warning. I never let a target get away alive and I really don't want to have to kill you.
Eyes are watching you. So be careful.

I pill out a long silver pin from my hair and peirce it through the paper before throwing it like a dart. As soon as the pin hits the table I turn and walk away.
I walk around to find out that the second floor has pole and lap dancers. I watch men laughing and drinking happily as they slip money into the dancers almost none existent underwear. I feel like I could throw up in disgust at those filthy men. None having any respect for the woman.
As I'm turning away one of the lap dancers catches my attention as she walks around. Men's eyes being drawn to her as she walked. She is a beautiful, perfect, flawless woman. A woman I know on a somewhat personal level. The level that nobody wants to be on when it comes to me. They call this level, Bloody Rain. I narrow my eyes as I watch her.
She's one on my personal revenge level. I can promise the world that she won't live long. It if I have anything to say about it.
This woman is Talons sister Alice.
She's also the woman who almost killed me in the bathroom at the party where I was keeping an eye on Antonio a week ago. For that she shall pay and she shall pay fucking hard for she's on level Bloody Rain.