Page 5 of Lady Death

Peterson wrapped his free arm around her. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in my arms?”

She blinked, and a hiccup escaped her mouth causing her to giggle more. “I think I found my Prince Charming. Wanna lead me out of your castle, my good sir?”

“How about I show you my private chambers?”

Keres slid her arm around his neck. “Take me away. Hey, do you have a dragon? I want to ride a dragon.”

“Only in my pants and you’ll be riding it soon.”

That almost made her vomit. As it stood, she would need to scrub off a layer of skin wherever he touched just to eliminate the gross factor. It was hard to hide her revulsion, but somehow she stayed in character and remembered the role she had to play.

He led her off the dance floor, heading to the bathrooms. When they reached the men’s room, a man stood at the urinal.

“Get out,” Peterson snarled.

The young man finished, zipped, and got the hell out of there without bothering to wash his hands. Then Peterson locked the door and turned to her, licking his lips. He gazed up and down her body and it took everything she had to not turn into a crying, bubbling mess.

Full-blown panic gripped her as he grabbed hold of her arms and yanked her into his body. Vomit threatened to come up. The plan quickly fell apart when her brain shut down. All she could think about was getting away. When his mouth landed on hers, she started fighting him. Her knee came up and caught him in his crotch. He let out a gruff kind of squeal and slapped her. She spun around and fell against a sink, her hip connecting painfully against the cold porcelain. That snapped her out of her terror and all the training from Darby came flooding back. Sheyanked out a dagger she had stashed in her bra and lashed out. The blade connected with his cheek, and she was happy to see a line of blood spill forth.

“Bitch!” he roared.

In the blink of an eye, he lunged, and his own knife buried in her side. She fell back with a cry as agony blossomed through her body. She braced herself for more, but he never advanced.

“What thef—”

He couldn’t finish the sentence as his lips froze in place. Keres took her time to grab some paper towels and pressed them to her side. A hiss of pain escaped, and she glared at him.

“My fault,” she said, ignoring the pain. “I know you like to stab your victims, so I should’ve expected that. Oh, well. What’s one more scar, eh?”

She walked around him. The only indication he was still alive was from the rattling in his chest.

“Still breathing for now,” she said. “I like this. I like that you can hear and feel everything but can’t do a damn thing to stop the inevitable. And believe me, you will die, if not by me then by the paralytic I slipped into your drink. Now, first things first, I need to move you into a stall. I don’t think I have a lot of time until someone pounds on that door.”

Maneuvering him into the last stall took some strength, and caused her wound to ache, but when he was finally there, she took a deep breath.

“Wow, that was a workout. Okay. Now, you may not remember me, so let me remind you. You and your buddies destroyed my life. You killed my best friend. You took away a piece of me I’ll never have again. And for all those reasons, I’m going to slice off your puny little cock and shove it in your mouth. Kinda like how you stuffed your fist in my mouth so I couldn’t bite you or scream. Karma is a bitch and her name is Keres.”

She pulled some latex gloves from her pocket and slipped them on before slowly sinking the blade into his torso. Only a few wounds so he could feel it and know she was a phoenix who had risen from the ashes to exact revenge. Pain, rage, and desperate fear blended into his eyes. He couldn’t blink and she savored every emotion pouring from them.

“I hate to wrap this up, but our time must come to an end. And by that, I mean your end.”

She cut his pants at his crotch level, and then took hold of his shriveled prick and brought her knife to the base. Staring into his eyes, she slowly sliced, and the piece of flesh flopped in her hand. He wanted to scream but couldn’t move his tongue. His breathing grew labored, and she knew it was the toxin working its way through his respiratory tract. Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes.

“Do you feel your lungs freezing?” she asked. Prying his mouth open, she shoved his dick inside. “You’ll never hurt anyone ever again. Say hi to your friends for me when you meet them in Hell.”

She needed to get out of there. Grabbing more paper towels, she slipped off her gloves and shoved them back into her pocket. Then she flipped the lock on the door and stumbled out, crashing into a man on his way in. All she was able to take in was a tall, muscular man. Agorgeousman. Too bad she gave up on the species.

Keres hurried away and slipped out the back door, glad Darby had managed to sever the alarm. When she made it outside, she realized she had no earpiece. It must’ve fallen out when asswipe back there slapped her.

Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She’d done it. She had avenged Abigail. As her adrenaline crashed, the world started to spin. She could die a happy woman now. A hand grabbed her, and she saw that gorgeous man again. Beautifultoffee-colored skin. Light colored eyes. Maybe he was a fallen angel come to take her away. Although there was no way she was getting into Heaven now. Not after what she’d done to her attackers. That was the last thought that lingered as darkness consumed her.

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Ronin kept to the shadows as he watched his prey, ignoring the pounding beat of the music blaring through the speakers. The Turkish décor inspired vibrant colors, intricate and antique designs. The pale stone floor offered a cool visual to the overstuffed atmosphere and gilded crushed velvet upholstery.

Dishon Peterson had been gyrating in the crush of people for a solid thirty minutes. Ronin knew because he kept checking the time on his watch. The drink in the man’s hand probably convinced him he had dance moves. The only way he was going to get a piece of ass was if the woman was blindly drunk. Even as he thought this, Ronin spotted said black-haired drunk woman hip-moving her way toward him, and a moment later they crashed together. The laugh she gave was swallowed up by music, but she draped her free arm around his neck and moved in closer. Peterson said something to her, and she nodded.

Ronin tensed as the two made their way to the back area where the restrooms were located. He glanced at his watch again. Two drunk people should be finished fucking in minutes. Wasn’t like they were going to get into foreplay between the urinals.

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