Dancing With The Devil

crying mercy.

Fey Mansion - 13 years ago

I struggled to fall asleep every night that Dad brought business home. Screams for mercy from the basement erupted in unequal intervals. Laying with the covers over my head, I began to get used to falling asleep peacefully as someone was taking their last breath at the same moment. Dad's men usually took care of the bodies before sunrise but the smell of sweat and murder would linger for days after.

I once asked him where he put the bodies and Dad wasn't one to speak softly of the horrors of the world to his children. He simply said that some were burned until they were nothing but pink mist and others sunk to the bottom of the river with a knife in their back and a block of concrete chained to their feet. These were the closest things I ever got to a bedtime story.

Present

We walked towards the front of the club and waited behind a line of other party girls, all of them screaming and already half drunk. A few of them unable to stand straight and others with heels higher than the imaginary halos over their heads. The bouncer was about 6'5 and 300 pounds. A thin beard connecting to his sideburns and a deep scar that prevented a line on his eyebrow to grow hair. He held a small flashlight in his fist to examine each ID more clearly and expressed merely a grunt to let people in.

Our turn in line arrived as we handed him both our ID's. He nodded his head at me but gave Rachel a questioning look as he examined her ID. Wouldn't it have been the other way around?

"Where did you get this?" He questioned her, switching his focus from her face to her card.

"The government. Why is there a problem?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"C'mon! Are you gonna let her in or what? We got big plans ahead of us and you're holding us back from all the fun" I said in a wheedling tone, putting my hand on his shoulder giving him the best puppy dog eyes I could do. He was impervious to my action so I ran my fingers along his chest.

He looked me in the eyes and smirked, nodding at Rachel, letting her in. She shot me a wink and we walked in. The club was electric tonight, everyone feeding off of smilies and fast dancing with the blinking lights. The music moved people like puppets on a string, mashing their heads so hard shutting down their brains.

We were about to separate when she pulled me by the arm, "If you need to order something, get something basic like whiskey and if you want me to meet you in the bathroom for any reason, look at me and put a piece of hair behind your ear. That's the signal" she said and then strutted away to another table.

I took a seat at the bar between some guy with a woman in his lap and another group of young girls. I looked to my left and saw Kwon Jiyong sitting at a private table with a few other guys and some almost naked girls surrounding them. Target locked.

The guy sitting beside me with a girl on his lap suddenly let his knees give way, sending her tumbling to the floor. He wore a suit with the Kwon sigil threaded onto his chest.

"Ouch!" She squealed, looking up at him.

"Find another lap to sit on" he ordered.

"But baby!" She whined. He flicked his hand to signal her away and she scrambled to her feet, walking off with her arms crossed.

"What's a beauty like you doing here alone?" He immediately asserted his attention to me.

"Oh, I'm just here on a mission... I'm undercover" I said, giving him a wink.

He laughed at my joke even though it wasn't a joke. "Well, what are the odds you add me to your to-do list for tonight's mission?"

"Hm that depends... what would I get out of it? A girl's always gotta know her end goal" I remarked, fixing him a look that can make any horny man shrivel.