Page 44 of Dance With A Devil
“You enjoy fucking unconscious women?” I whisper, stepping close. “That’s your idea of a good time?”
They both nod, shaking now.
“That’s rape. You know that, right?”
One blurts, “The stuff we use, it’s too strong lately. Makes them black out.”
I still. My jaw tightens. There it is.
“Where the fuck are you getting it?”
“Guy named Kevin. Kevin Baxter. Said it’s imported, some designer shit from overseas. Makes ‘em loopy. Sometimes limp.”
I grin slowly. “Kevin Baxter. Cute.”
Then I grab the blond by the neck and slam his head into the mirror, just once. Blood flowers out across the glass like a spiderweb. His buddy screams.
“Let this be a lesson,” I snarl, voice low and venom-laced. “If I ever catch wind of you hurting another woman, drugged, drunk, or otherwise, I’ll carve your fucking names into my basement floor and decorate the walls with your teeth.”
I drop him like trash.
They both scramble out, pissing themselves as they go.
I adjust my mask, step over the blood, and calmly make my way back to the party.
Kevin Baxter just made my list.
And by the time I’m done with him, there won’t be enough left for a burial.
“That motherfucker,” I growl, voice low and lethal. “Was anyone else with him?”
Sandy Blond shakes his head too fast. “Nah, he came alone. We didn’t ask questions. Figured if we pushed, he’d ghost.”
Of course he would. Cowards like Kevin Baxter never stick around long enough to be held accountable.
“How do you know him?”
“We don’t,” the other one, Blondie, pipes in. “Asked around for someone who could score us the kind of hit we needed. Word got back that he was the guy.”
“And what kind of hit is that?” My tone drops to a near-whisper, edged in glass.
“The kind that makes them forget. Go limp. Do what they’re told.” His voice falters, like he knows he fucked up just saying it.
“And you didn’t think, just maybe, that was a fucking problem?”
They say nothing.
I lean forward slowly, smile tight enough to split skin. “Names. Now.”
“I’m Jeff Hornsby,” Sandy Blond mutters.
“Rick Daniels,” the other chokes out.
“And why the fuck haven’t I seen you two crawling around this place before tonight?”
Rick gulps. “We don’t usually hit this club. There’s another spot across town. We came here ‘cause… y’know… new faces. New, uh, opportunities.”
“Opportunities.” I echo the word like it tastes like poison. “You mean new women to drug, fuck, and forget.”
