Page 8 of Inglorious
“Touch her, prospect, and there’ll be a bullet in your brain before you blink.”
I twisted and spotted Razor leaning against the doorjamb. The blood leeched from my face as I saw how pale he was.
“Fuck!” I gasped as Razor bent over and spewed. “Party, fetch a mop and bucket and clean that up!” I ordered and rushed over to Razor.
He held a hand up as I ducked under his shoulder, but I refused to move away.
“Sit your ass down.”
Razor staggered over to the nearest armchair and collapsed on it.
“Moon, get him some cold water,” I said.
The prospect hurried towards the bar while Party stayed still. “I won’t repeat the order, Party.”
“You’ve got a cunt, clean it yourself,” Party sneered.
I checked Razor was okay for a moment, and then climbed to my feet. “Remove your cut. You’re out.”
“You and whose army? I don’t take orders from a bitch,” Party continued.
“Not a problem.” I headed for the cleaning closet and yanked out a broom. Party began laughing and commenting on my lack of power. He was still flapping his lips when the broom pole smacked him straight in it.
Blood flew from Party’s mouth as I smashed the handle into his knee, and as Party lifted his leg, I hit him directly in the balls.
Party screamed in a high-pitched tone as he collapsed like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t finished. Casually dropping the broom, I kicked him several times and stamped on his groin.
Then, with calm authority, I bent down into his face.
“Now call me a cunt. I could give you a second chance, and hope you’ve learned your lesson. But you’re the type of asshole who doesn’t enjoy being educated. Moon, come and take his cut,” I said as I straightened.
Tears ran down Party’s cheeks as Moon hurried over.
“Where are the other two prospects?” I asked.
“King is checking over the town. We’ve had some trouble. Gamer is…” Moon broke off.
“Continue,” I encouraged.
“Gamer’s with a whore upstairs.”
“Club whores still around then? Okay, Moon. Strip asshole here of his cut and then drag Gamer out of his room. Can you contact King?”
“Yeah. We’ve been trying to stay on top of shit, but we can’t do everything,” Moon said, looking embarrassed.
“You and King have? Gamer and dickhead here took the piss?”
Moon looked uncomfortable, but nodded.
“Okay, do as you’re ordered. I’ll deal with Gamer, and sorry, but please clean that puke up.”
Moon placed a glass of cold water in front of Razor, who was watching me. The door flew open, and I gazed up at the huge figure standing there. He absorbed the scene and blew his cheeks out.
“Taking out the trash already, Nanci?”
“You’re late,” I replied. “Help strip that asshole’s cut, Vortex.”
I hurried back to Razor, who was staring at Vortex like he’d seen a ghost.
