Lone Wolf

Sinner

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"Stop! No! Don't hurt my baby!" the woman yells.

The man looks at the little girl in his I arms, "sh sh little child, back to sleep..."

The woman cries....
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I shoot up and look at my phone.

5:35pm

I get out of bed and walk out to get a drink, where I notice Mos and some Quincannon guy. They stop talking immediately and look at me. That's when I realized I'm only in a tank top and underwear. "Don't mind me just gettin' a drink," I say walking past them, uninterested in their conversation.

"Dez," I hear her say as I take a beer out of the fridge and chug it down.

I put it down and burp, "I'm sorry... am I interruptin' somethin'?"

When I take a good look at the man with her, I notice who it is; Mr. Quincannon. What a douche he was. "Just take a few and go back to your room Dezzy, we're talking business," Mos says.

With a skeptical look, I watch them and take the rest of the six pack back to my room.

When I wake up again at a little after 9 I decide I should go to the bar for a drink or two. On the way there I see what seems like a couple fighting, the guy puts his hands around the girls arm and drag her around a building; curiously, I follow. I then make out their faces to be Donnie and his wife. "Donnie!" I interrupt, "stop handlin' her like she's a god damned animal! Treat her like a real person for gods sake."

"I'm sorry, I dont remember askin' you for your input stripper! Go get in someone else's business," he snaps back.

Fighting the urge to walk over and bite the mother fucker's ear off, I clench my fists and walk away. I have an awful temper. Usually, since most people seem to know where I live, when I work at the strip club I often get asked to be taken back to the whorehouse to have them all night. And as politely as possible I tell them to fuck off and that I'm only a stripper. But of course that doesn't always work, and when it doesn't, I throw glasses at them and tell them to bite me!

When I walk into the bar I notice a fairly empty room and a weird breaking news story in tv. ".....Tom Cruise Died.......he exploded...."

"Keep drinking whiskey like that and you'll end up like that guy preacher," I joke.

I liked the preacher, he was probably the only one who didn't hate me for throwing things at those nasty guys. He even told me once he understands why. I'm pretty sure he has somewhat of a temper himself, though. At least that's what I've been hearing around lately.

He chuckles and gestures for me to take a seat, and with him, a greasy looking Irishman. He had a funny accent, but in a weird way, he was kind of cute. But when I sit down, he gets up and walks off. Then Donnie and his weird friends walk in wearing those stupid uniforms. "Preacher!" Donnie yells.

"Lieutenant! How'd it go, we win today?" the preacher jokes.

"Nice try," Donnie answers, taking his hat off, "and it's general," and as soon as he says that, he punches the preacher right in the mouth, "talk to my wife... without talkin' to me first? Whole town's been hearin' stuff about uh... yer a tough guy. So show us!"

"This is no time for fightin'... we're at war," preacher says back sarcastically.

Donnie kicks him. I decide to run to the phone to get the sheriff, but when I do, the Irishman is on it. "...I had to jump out of a plane 30,000 feet!" I hear him say.

"Hey! You! Get off the damned phone the preachers gettin' his ass kicked!" I yell at him.

"Hold on, hold on," he says to the person on the phone, "Well hello pretty little lassy! Aren't you the sweetheart from the strip club? You're a pretty great dancer if I do say so me-self! You should star in one of those reality tv—"

"No time for that irishman give me the damn phone!" I yell back, taking it out of his hands.

I hang up and ring the sheriff to tell him what's going on. By the time I hung up, me and the Irishman heard a weird shriek followed by silence in the other room. Curious, we walk back out and see Donnie at the preachers knees squealing like a little pig. That's when the sheriff walks in. God damn it.

Next thing I know, me, preacher, and the Irishman are in a cell together. "Preacher... if I knew you could fight like that I wouldn't have called the damn sheriff," I say apologetically.

"It's alright now Dez," he says, giving me a nice smile.

"Yeah... what kinda preacher are ya anyways Padre?" the Irishman asks.

"A lousy one," he answers, shoulders now slumped forward.

The irishman starts saying something pretty inaudible and I look up at both of the men, but right as I'm about to say something the sheriff comes to let the preacher go. The Irishman, who I now know as Cassidy, and the preacher shake hands, and he's off.

"Looks like it's just you and me love, how should we spend the rest of this lovely evening?" Cassidy says.

I roll my eyes, "how do ya know me from the strip club anyhow? I ain't never seen u in there before."

"I'm a bit of a looker me-self, not one to go up front much..." he says looking away and scratching the back of his head.

"Wait a minute, are you the guy who got kicked out the other day for touchin' girls?" I ask.

"I erm... well I heard ya dance like a—"

The sheriff walks in and tells us we can go now. Me and Cassidy get up and finally formally introduce ourselves on the way out, and he tells me he's staying at the church if I ever feel the need to visit. What a goof, he was.

A few hours later I went to work. But it felt different, the guys that came in were from the Quincannon company and it seemed to make my coworkers and bosses nervous. All the Quincannon guys looked like they've been working in the dirt all day, and it was pretty disgusting. But as soon as I step in one of the guys calls me over for a lap dance. I recognize him as the guy who's always being kicked out for hurting the girls. I at least know I can protect myself if he pulls any of that shit on me.

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Guys are always touchy, but nothing like this. I told him I was gonna knock his teeth in if he kept touching me, and he kept doing it anyways. Son of a bitch was really testing me, so I stop. "Get the fuck out," I say sternly.

"Oh c'mon baby, it was only a coupl'a hands now! Come on back a few more minutes," he says, trying to sway me back.

"Don't sweet talk me asshole, I know all about your run ins with ladies here. So just leave," I answer, not budging.

Seeing him start to get angry, I back up a little. He starts yelling at me, calling me names. Where are the damn guards? He tells me I deserve nothing more than what I've got now, that I'll never get a guy like him, blah blah blah. But of course, I'm as mad as a bull now. So I pick up the vase closest to me and I hit him straight it the eye with it. And I do it once more....

And again....

And again....

Until his face looked like jello. I finally stop, realizing what I did. Looking down at my blood filled hands, someone rushes in and I look at them with wide eyes. So I take that same vase and hit them across the face with it.

Boy was I in trouble.