Page 82 of Mayhem and Minnie

“Two hundred a mil,” he mentions. “That’s enough to use on ten girls, or, if you’d like, ten times on one girl.” He laughs.

I force a smile on my lips, though inside I’m seething.

This fucking asshole.

“How do I know it works as you say? Have you tried it yourself?” I ask, probing further to see just how much of an asshole he is.

“Of course.” He scoffs. “See that girl over there—” He points to a young girl at a table, who’s doing her best to keep her eyes open. She sways sideways, grinning when her head hits the table. “She’s my ride for tonight.”

That wink again.

“I see it works,” I reply, measuring my words.

“Of course it does!” he sputters, offended.

I smile.

That seems to put him more at ease.

“I don’t have that much cash with me here. Come to my car and I’ll give it to you.”

He beams.

“Say no more.” He chuckles. “We’ll head out too.”

I pay the bartender for my drink and wait for Paul of the Alpha Academy to do the same. On our way out of the pub, he grabs the girl he drugged and more or less carries her out of the building.

To my surprise, no one bats an eye.

They turn and look, but they don’t question whether she’s willing or not. They simply shrug and move on—it’s a regular occurrence after all.

Anger simmers inside of me.

Today, of all days, when my temper is threatening to get the best of me, I happen to stumble over this bastard.

An insidious smile spreads on my face.

Alas, maybe this was fate—and now I’m starting to sound like Minnie and her magic talk. But it could prove a nice distraction and an opportunity for me to blow some steam.

Paul leads the girl to his car and dumps her on the back seat before following me to my car.

“You won’t regret it, I promise. All of my customers come back for more,” he mentions when he sees me open the front drawer of my car. “You have my card. You can always call…”

He says something more that I tune out. It’s unnecessary details of his deeds that I don’t want to listen to.

Instead, as I open the glove compartment, I take the time to scout the area.

There aren’t people outside. Good.

There’s one camera at the front of the pub and one by the side. I do a quick calculation.

I always park my car in the outside radius of the camera, but he’s standing by the car, so any sudden movement could get him back into the camera’s coverage.

I click my tongue against my teeth in annoyance. The only way to do this is to ensure he doesn’t struggle.

“Here,” I say in a bright voice, lulling him into a sense of security. Just as I turn to give him what he thinks is cash, I strike.

Using the back of my palm, I hit him against the chin with enough force to rattle him. He barely makes a sound.

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