(ASA)SSIN

CHAPTER TWO

Lukas Varga was a simple man. A simple man that had managed to cause an incomprehensible amount of damage, a wreckage so large the clean-up would potentially take months and even then, recovery wasn't certain. He may not have realized it but, his actions had caused a chain reaction of dire repercussions, and now a lot of people were out to spill his blood. Luckily for him, I found him first.

From what I had read about this man, he was easily spooked and evidently easily distracted. Therefore, he required to be handled with the same delicacy as if I was approaching an untamed animal. With no sudden movements.

I do have to say, the two pictures I was supplied with of the elusive Mr Lukas Varga did not do this man justice. He was even more unpleasant to look at in person. His light brown hair had begun to recede and thin out on top, whilst his face harboured wrinkles and scars conveying a face of childhood nightmares. And his dress sense. I know mine wasn't much better but, at least outdated floral button up shirts and flared jeans weren't in my wardrobe.

Christopher had found some black and gold paper napkins and was diligently mopping up the sticky spilt drink, whilst I observed my catch distantly from the corner of my eye. Eyeing like a starving beast the long-exposed legs of the women around him, he hungrily licked his lips. Silently, I scoffed in disgust at his overt ogling. Men, they were all the same. Show a bit of skin, and they would drool over it like untamed beasts.

"We'd love to join!" Bewilderment washed over my features as the women who were ready to attack me earlier like a pack of wild dogs over Christopher were now squealing and fawning over a man whose dark intentions were written all over his face like a perfectly crafted dialogue. He wouldn't treat them with any class or decorum, he simply wasn't capable of it, and after he had taken what he wanted from them he would toss them aside leaving them feeling used and worthless. That's what men like him did, but these girls couldn't see it. Instead, they decided to feed his gluttonous ego by almost tripping over each other in their ridiculous attempts to get to him first.

"Of course. How do you Brits say it? The more the merry!" His rather unsettling rumble of laughter boomed, sending shockwaves around the bar, noticeably unnerving everyone around him. I had never heard a man's laughter quite so ominous and my body wracked with spine-tingling icy chills that had me tensing all my muscles.

Even one of the women took a shaky step away from him, her face a picture of pure dread. Intuitively, she had sussed what type of night there were in for at the hands of Varga almost as quickly as a slap to the face, and now her eyes were desperately imploring her friends to wake up and notice the danger that laid ahead of them. But they were so blinded by what Varga could offer them, they let him place his hands dangerously low on the small of their backs, they let him skim his hands up and down their bodies, and they let him possessively pinch their arses in a bruising grip. And yet seemingly they were unfazed by the display of bravado, imputing their own sickly-sweet giggles, spurring him on to continue. Surely they were uncomfortable, I certainly was.

"You should have stuck with, Christopher." I interjected; all eyes now trained on me. I had never been one to hold in my thoughts for too long, often finding my tongue getting me in to all-sorts of trouble. But, on this occasion, I was right, and the meek looking woman knew it too. Christopher would have treated them with the respect that every lady deserved, not the roughness of the cocky beast next to me.

My motives, however, were not entirely selfless. As much pleasure as it brought me to wound Varga's ego, my tactful tongue was in hopes of drawing his attention away from his dick and on to me instead. The thought of leeching onto the man and pretending I was enamoured by his charms, violently sickened my stomach and I couldn't possibly bare the thought of having his hands skim over my body. Instead, I decided to antagonise him. Push him to his limits until he could only see red. Only see me.