Page 8 of Killer (Project)

Finding a sparkly blouse, I slipped it on and then pulled my black boots on. I tamed my dark brown hair by putting it in a braid and applied a small amount of makeup. My brown eyes reflected back at me, and I felt as if I didn’t know myself.

The more and more I thought about what had happened with Roger, and what Kandace had said, the more it dawned on me that maybe I wasn’t really doing the right thing. There were other ways to help find a cure for something. You didn’t have to go into a highly secretive corporation, get into their labs, and find out what it was they were doing that no one else was.

Was it actually worth it to endanger my life, my future of getting an answer for something like this? Then again, what were they hiding? People didn’t just threaten others without an intention of protecting something.

A pounding sounded on the door just as I walked from the bathroom to the nightstand to grab my phone. Wow, for the first time ever, Kandace is early. Walking to the door, I pulled it open.

Kandace stood before me decked out in one of the sexiest outfits I had ever seen her wear. Her blonde hair was curled in banana curls, long ringlets falling down her back. She was wearing a black corsage top with red lace embodied through it. Paired with it were a denim mini skirt and a pair of killer black heels. She looked far from the clubbing kind of gal.

“Are you done judging me?” She smirked, her voice holding a tone of amusement. It astonished me how I had become such good friends with her. We were polar opposites in every single way.

“Never. You’re going to hell just for wearing that little piece of clothing right there,” I joked pointing at her top. Her tits were all but falling out of the top. Yeah, she was getting lucky tonight.

“As long as there are hot as fuck men there, I’m okay with it.” She smirked.

“Oh, they’ll be something hot there. I don’t know that it’ll be men though.” I giggled. I felt like I had already had an entire bottle of liquor. It had to be the nap.

“Well, you act like you’re getting summoned to heaven, child. Do you ever show your body off?” She was teasing me in a bitch kind of way. It didn’t matter to me what Kandace thought. I would wear whatever I wanted, how I wanted.

“Yes, Sister Kandace. Now, let’s get the hell out of here.” I ushered her out the door grabbing all my shit along the way. Tonight was going to be stellar. All I had to do was push the thoughts of him to the back of my mind.

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Music blasted from the speakers of the club so hard I could feel the beat of the music in my bones. Strobe lights covered the dance floor in every color imaginable as we made our way over to the bar. My eyes caught on everything in the dim lighting. It was as if I was under a spell. I had been missing a lot.

“What do you want to drink?” Kandace yelled into my ear over the music. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to drink. I hadn’t been out drinking in a long ass time. The closest I got to enjoying alcohol was a glass of wine every now and then, and this place—yeah, it didn’t look like it served wine.

Instead, I shrugged my shoulders unsure of what to get. As I gazed around the room at all the people dancing and talking, I forgot about my drink.

“Here, slut.” Kandace shoved a glass into my hands. It looked like murky ocean water, and I was unsure if I even wanted to bring my nose near it let alone my lips.

“What the hell is this?” I asked still looking at the glass sideways.

“It’s called LA Water. Some of the bitches at the end of the bar were drinking it. I didn’t know what to get you so I just went with it.” She shrugged taking a sip from her glass, which looked somewhat appetizing.

I brought my nose to the edge of the glass to smell it. The aroma of liquor and sweet fruit hit my nostrils. She had to be fucking crazy if she thought I would drink this. You could smell the hangover on this thing.

“What are you drinking?” I questioned. Hers looked like a frozen margarita but better. I wondered if she would trade beverages with me.

“Mine is called a Cocksucker in honor of all the assholes I have to deal with at work.” She smiled around the straw in her mouth, and once she took notice of my not so drunk state, her look turned to a glare.

“Drink, Mags. It’s not that bad. If those bitches can handle it, then you know you can. I’ve seen you sling back whiskey shots… It’s not that bad.” I wanted to laugh. She was right. Back in the day, we had gotten into my parents alcohol, and eventually, I became one of the most notorious shot drinkers in high school.

“Ugh, fine, but if I’m drunk tomorrow… and it carries into Sunday, then you’re explaining to Roger why I’m not at work,” I growled bringing the cold beverage to my lips. The coolness was relief that was much needed.

As the first drop of alcohol touched my tongue, an explosion of flavor went off in my mouth. There was no strong taste, just a fruitiness that was almost addicting. Before I knew it, the whole thing had been downed.

“Slow down, Cowboy. I need you to leave this place on your feet, not on a stretcher.” Kandace halted me from ordering another drink. I wanted to pout. Was the drink already affecting me?

“Whatever. I’m a big girl, Kandace.” I walked around her and up the edge of the bar where the ‘bitches’ were sitting. Their attention was on a group of youngish looking men in the back booth.

I told the bartender what I wanted and then averted my attention back to the table. At it sat four gigantic men. Their faces were covered in shadows, but even from this distance, I could tell they were bigger dudes.

“Yeah, Jaxon always comes here… He fucked me once but then said he couldn’t anymore.” One of the girls said, sipping her drink, and eyeing him up like a piece of meat.

“What about his friend… Killer?” the blonde asked with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. I wanted to roll my own eyes at them and their apparent need to pick men up at the club.

“No clue. I mean, his name is Killer. That alone should scare you away. He doesn’t really say anything, and he doesn’t interact with any of the other ladies,” the brunette went on. The bartender handed me my drink, and I turned around to face the dance floor my eyes still lingering toward the booth of men. Why couldn’t I just go dance or something? Why did I feel the need to stare at them?

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