🔪Doll🔪

Chapter 14

(Aris POV)

I finally got my Beemer back from the detailer earlier today, shining and smelling like new, so when nightfall came, I left the hospital to join in the search for JB.

I don't know what it is about this car, but I feel invincible in it. Despite the fact that I have some of the rarest, most expensive cars in the world, this BMW just suits me...like my partner in crime, oddly.

I can't tell you how relieved I was that the detailer was able to fully clean and sanitize it; otherwise...I would've had to junk it.

I sigh uncomfortably at that thought as I caress the wheel with my skin tight black gloves.

It's going to be a long night. I'm heading towards the worst parts of the city...well, me and my Italian crew – places like Riverdale, Englewood, West Englewood, South Deering, Washington Park, New City, and Pullman...places I've never been before and certainly wouldn't visit, if it weren't for JB.

I sent Omero back to Fuller Park, just to see if that fuck face went "home", so at least I don't have to revisit that shithole again.

An older song by a rock band called Skid Row comes on, so I crank up the volume...get the juices flowing.

👇🏻(PLEASE LISTEN!)👇🏻

Sleazin' in the city
You know I'm lookin' for a fight
I got my heels and lookin' pretty
On a Saturday night, night, night

How ironic...it is in fact Saturday night and I am sleazin' in the city...looking pretty...looking for a fight...well...a kill is more like it, I think to myself as I thrum my thumbs upon the steering wheel.

Caught a lonely lady...she's crying on a cigarette
I got nasty, nasty habits
And that's all she's gonna get from me

Poor Amara...that's likely all she'll get from me too, unfortunately.

I mean, I am out on the hunt, after all, to kill her piece of shit father.

And if she only knew that he won't be my first kill – far from it...and certainly not my last...

I should walk away...leave her alone. She's so innocent and pure. But I can't – I'm too involved now.

God...I'm a piece of shit too...a selfish, greedy, piece of shit.

One for the money, two for the show
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
Take a look at what-a you might need
You better hurry to get a piece of me

A piece of me – that's the story of my life. That's all anyone ever seems to want from me...or my wallet.

I don't have looks, I don't have money

Okay...that certainly doesn't apply to me...

But I know one thing's for sure
One night ain't enough of my love
She wanted more, more, more yeah!

Ahh...there we go...back on track. I always have the ladies beggin' for my dick...         

I finish this song that really resonates with me and turn it off before I enter Riverdale on the city's far southeast side.