Craving Danger

Chapter Seven : The Wrong Bitch

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My knuckles turned white at the pressure I used to grip the steering wheel . Tires squealed on the pavement and cars blared their horns at my speeding as I zoomed down the narrow roads of LA.

stupid motherfucker thought he could get away with ignoring me .

Ever since that night , I haven't had one single text or phone call from the devil bastard .
I was generous enough to give that rat fucker 2 weeks . And nothing .

Now usually , I would have just send a big glittery fuck you to being given the cold shoulder . But . I couldn't seem to shake him from my mind .

So , after a long rant with Daniel and hours of hesitance . I was now currently speeding down to Armando's club to confront him , seemed like a pretty rational decision . The cold metal of the gun that pressed against the middle of my back sent shocks of adrenaline all through my body .
I brought that just to have some fun .

Drifting into the packed parking lot , I speed into the nearest parking , ignoring the furious car full of girls flipping me off for stealing the parking they were aiming for . finders keepers bitches .

Barging past the confused bouncer , who tried to hold his bulky forearm out to stop me . I sent him a quick glare that sent him backing in surrender . Now pushing through the crowd of sweaty bodies , I jogged up the steel steps leading to the second floor .

I sent a small wink to the group of guys sitting at a booth smoking cigars . The rancid smell of smoke stung my eyes but I quickened my pace and was through the thick cloud of smoke in no time . Counting my mission , my eyes searched the hallway before finally  recognizing the deep oak door that led to Armando's office.

Slowing my pace and stopping in front of the door , I pressed my ear against the wood , being nosy I strained my hearing and listened carefully.
My blood boiled at the sound of whiny moans and lips smacking.

Turning the knob , it resisted against my assault due it being locked . Without a thought , I pulled the heavy gun from my high waisted jeans and shot two silver bullets directly at the knob .

Raising my heel clad foot , I sent a strong kick to the broken door and smiled in relief as it caved under my attacks and swung open .

A brunette with huge fake tits was screaming and cowering on the ground at the sound of bullets flying . While a disheveled looking Armando was standing rigged with his gun raised high at the entrance of the door . The barrel pointed directly at my smirking form.

My eyes racked his body . His black button-up was wide open revealing his tattooed chest . His lips swollen and smeared red with  lipstick . His dark eyes froze at the sight of me as he gazed at me with distant eyes .

Turning towards the now sobbing hooker , " Get the fuck out of here puta " I snared raising the gun to her shaking body just to hear her scream a little more .

I laughed happily as her scream pitched and she scramble to get off the floor , tears and caked makeup streamed down her face . Recoiling from me as she passed .
I slammed the door behind me , not really doing much since it now had a huge gapping hole in it . Keeping the gun gripped in my fist , I swayed slowly to him . He lowered his gun , the broken door crashed open once more and alarmed men rushed in with multiple guns pointed in my still smiling face . I turned to welcome our guests , my back facing the Rey .

A shot from behind me hit the man closest to me into the shoulder , knocking him back .

" I've got this , put your fucking guns down and get the fuck out " Armando bellowed .