"Neon!"
"Neon!" She screamed.
I sigh longer than physically possible it seemed. "What? Umm what's your name again anyway?" I question with annoyance. This bed warmer was really working my nerves more than what she was really supposed to be working.
I turn over to witness her taken back blue eyes stare back into mine with shock. Her blond hair coating her face messily and I mentally gag. She smelt like pure sweat. Her hair stringy and damp. Disgusting...
"Grace?" I gruff.
A loud deafening slap seized the air, and I groan in pain. The bitch slapped me!
"It's Claire you asshole!"
As I rub my cheek she tumbles out the bed in anger. Throwing her shoe at me before walking over to the small bathroom in the loft.
Damn hoes, they never have any respect these days. She had one job and couldn't even do that right. I think she had more fun than me really.
What a shame.
She was a looker when she wasn't looking like a wet dog. And that of course that was only when she lacked makeup, and wonderful dry skin. Wet shit looked weird on girls to me. I don't even fucking like pools. What am I even talking about?
Oh right, bullshit that can't make me money.
"Fuck," I groan. Rubbing where she hit me.
All before getting out of the blankets, and ripping the sheets off the bed. I threw them in the washer as I didn't want the smell of old sex fucking up the place when my partner Rudy got back.
It was a ground rule we both established and I thank god for it.
"Hurry up! Then grab your clothes and get out!" I holler, I was outside the bathroom door and I heard a growling sound came from inside. What is she? A dog?
I roll my eyes, and proceed on my way to the kitchen area to make us breakfast. Yes, i'll make her some food. She did do something at least, and I'm not a complete douche. I'm just an asshole with money, and expectations. It got me where I am today so I mean fuck off if you're feeling froggy. I was a trillionaire, learn to respect it.
I continue to cook though, and when she came out I fed her in the quiet. She merely grumbled while we ate, and while she packed...
"You should really learn how to humble yourself. You'll mess around and lose your blessings if you keep being the way you are."
"Oh, since when did hoes start preaching holy messages?"
"Fuck you Neon," She snapped.
"You already did."
She screamed then. I ignored her and walk her out the door. Being petty as I am, while I closed it I made sure to say a lovely, "Goodbye Grace!"
"It's fucking cla-"
I shut the door in her face.
What the hell was she calling me for anyway? Must not have been that important. I sigh again and make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready to meet the dream team. Today was going to be a good day.
When I made it to the club me and the boys were supposed to meet up at, I realized it was just another dumb "make me release a load place." A quickie for the men before we traveled to another city for the weekend.
"Hey Rudy, where the hell are you? And seriously? Another one? After this morning I don't think I can take much more." I huff into my phone.
Leaving him a voice message with distaste still my mouth as I look up at the neon lit place. Music blasting outside of it's doors as the bouncer let people come in a few at a time. How are we going to get work done like this? Seriously. I work with idiots sometimes.
I end the call, and shove my phone into my pocket as I walk up to the bouncer.
"Excuse me buddy, but you're going to have to get in line like everyone else. Sorry." He shrugged.
Some man waiting in line agreed with a loud "Yeah!" and it worked me up severely. Good, time to ruin someones life today.
"I'm Neon." I begin.
" You answer to me "Buddy" so me getting into my own fucking club shouldn't be a problem. Do you not see my face on that billboard over there? But you know what? What a real problem is, is the fact that this monstrosity decided he could fix his mouth to say anything to me."
They both looked shocked, and leaned in to get a better look at me after looking at the billboard. The guy in line wasn't haven't though, and proceed on his insulting. The bouncer simply looked down in shame.
"Yeah, well screw you anyway! Who are you to dictate who I talk to asshole?"
"Watch your mouth," I warn.
"You ain't shit!"
"Bitch please, my shoes cost more than the price for your disgusting organs. Which I own by the way. I own the ground you walk on. The pot you take a shit in, and this club you came to make girls bitch in. Step back, and keep your mouth shut. The air will smell fresher that way," I say acidly.
Waving my hand dismissively in emphasis. What I was not was in the mood to fiddle around with some beer bellied child.
"Punk!"
He ran at me with his fisted raised, but I dodged easily and hit him the gut. The line behind him started screaming as I threw him down and stomped my foot harshly on his head. A cracking sound erupted and everyone went quiet then.
"My fucking nose!" He squealed, under my foot in agony. A sadistic smile formed on my face and I smash harder then walk over his body like nothing happened. Making my way to the bouncer.
"May I go in now?"
"O-of course sir! I'm sorry, forgive me for my actions. I had not recognized you." He stuttered. I simply nod in sympathy for once and wave my hand.
"Forget it, just bring nosebleed to the red room. We will deal with further complications later. What is your name?"
"Henry," he uttered.
"Splendid. Let's be on our way-"
"Neon! Neon, what the fuck?" a masculine voice interrupted me. It blared through the chatty crowd next to me and I turn to the side to see Rudy getting out a limo with a young noir hair boy. Contrasting with Rudy's red hair.
"Rudy, how...great to see you. You're late you know," I grin. He was always late as hell. But he worked better than myself sometimes. An excellent partner.
Who the hell was this bootlegged boy though?
"Yeah, good to see you too. I see your still beating up citizens..." he noted. With a tang of disdain added to it.
Looking at the howling bloody buffoon on the ground. He really couldn't judge me for my actions. But If he wanted to play that game then so be it.
"I see you still carry around boy pussy," I nodded at the young boy. Whose faced turned bright red. With fluster or anger I wasn't quite sure yet.
"Jealous?" He chuckled.
"Never, i'll always be top priority anyway."
And I was. I'm Ceo and he was my partner. He was closer to me than anything. Especially playthings. We were family.
"Touche bastard. You couldn't just asked who he was, and tell me to stay out your business?"
"Nah, that's no fun, and I love making things hard for you." I smiled.
"I know, let's move on now shall we?" Rudy suggested. I nod in response.
"Agreed."
We were in the red room now. Neon red lights lit it up beautifully, and nosebleed man hung on a chain on the ceiling over our wooden table. Our chairs a comfy circle, and boy pussy seemed to be fidgeting way too much. Great, he brought a smoker. In a club full of loud music, and hoes. How are we so successful?
"Oh, stop pouting Neon. And his name is Dallas. Keep your claws from sinking in. He's an apprentice," Rudy smirked. Throwing back some expensive whiskey. Then refilling the glass.
"Boy pussy, when are the other men joining us?" I ask.
Rudy rolled his eyes with a head shake, and the youngster still looked bright red. I narrow my eyes at him.
"You going to answer me boy?"
"I only answer to Dallas, sir." He mouthed.
I lifted my brow, and Rudy choked on his drink. So many this boy had balls...interesting.
"Dallas then, where are the other men?" I try again
The boy Dallas cocked his neck then answered with a simply I don't know. Rudy decided to speak afterwards when he saw irritation in my face.
"Ice storm, they are being held back on their flight."
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You were screwing goldilocks, and I had paper work."
"You know this isn't how we do business, Rudy," I pipe. He put his hand up surrender like.
"I know, but shit happened okay? Can we just relax one more day before we bust our ass non stop again? Dallas never gets out either. He's a fucking prude!"
"Hey!" The boy yelled. Nosebleed groaned above us.
"Shut up! Damn!" I boom.
Everyone goes tense and shut their mouths at my show of rage. My hand had slammed hard on the table leaving cracks on drinks still jiggling from the blow. I take a swing at mine before I answer again.
"Fine Rudy, go will him and party. Screw a hag, and then lets talk business for real next time! I can't do shit without the rest of the team here with input!" I scold. Putting my hand through my hair. Fucking idiots.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He nodded.
"Don't be sorry, be better. Now get going. I'll see you later on," I dismiss.
Rudy's red curls bounce as he agrees and takes Dallas with him out the loud music blaring doors so they could go party.
"And use a rubber!" I holler as they leave. I didn't need them dying or getting sick over some stupid party fling.
I hear nosebleed groan again above me. Blood trickling down the chains dangling him. I smile and whip out my hand blade from my coat as I look up at him.
"Time for some fun time, yeah?"
He merely struggled in resistance as I gutted him over and over again. Eventually cutting out his tongue and getting the bouncer to mail it to his address. I saw his wedding band and I'm sure his wife back home would love to know where his nasty little tongue went. I sent a detailed letter on why it happened too. I'm considerate like that.
Off to the loft again, well the other loft. I'm sure Rudy will be using the game one for his games with whoever tonight. I just want to go home and sleep.
I walk smoothly across the street with no worries. It was dark and around this time most people were either at home or out clubbing at one of my sites. This current place was a more deserted part though and It stayed quiet at night.
I hear graveling under my shoe as I continue in my stride and I smile. Earth was the only dirty thing that was holy all at once. Able to be horrifying yet praised. Earth was my idol. My envy.
I dwell on my thoughts until something smashed into me; hard.
"What the hell?" I mutter.
Rubbing my head as I laid under the light pole on the sidewalk. A body laid heavily on mine and it was push the air out of me.
"Fuck! Get off!" I snarl.
A squeak filled the silent air as I pushed the body off.
I lift up to see a girl on the ground covered in bruises. Lying naked and panting. Her eyes a clouded over purple. I could tell she was blind. What got me though was how beautiful she was. Her grey curly hair a swrilig about her face in the wind. Her tan caramel skin glistening with sweat. It was the embodiment of beauty to me. And I hated wet shit.
"Why are you naked?" I ask softly. I think it was a valid question.
"They took my clothes," she coughed up. Blood lining her lower lip as she trembled. I left like as asshole if I looked at her body. So I kept my eyes on her face. She stayed lying on the floor panting with tears flooding her eyes.
"Help me," she squeaked.
I felt something inside of me pull, and I simply nod and began to lift her onto her feet. Handing her my suit jacket and tearing off my tie to tie it around her waist. She stayed quiet and let me do everything.
"Did they touch you as well?"
"They drugged me, and put me in the woods. Please sir, I can't see anymore! What,...do you know where I am?" She shivered. Looking everywhere but me. Who was right in front of her.
I saw more water bubble up in her eyes, and I felt even worse after I told her our location. "Jackson town."
"I don't know where that is," she bawled softly.
I brought her into my arms and lifted her up. As her legs kept shaking and looked too bruised to be sturdy enough to keep walking on.
"I umm, I don't know what to do," I say. And it was true. I'm not the helping person and she could have been raped for all I know.
"Please I just...I'm so tired. Everything hurts...I'm so-" She seized up in my arms. Gasping in shock, and then tears fell as she passed out.
"What the fuck?" I blurt
Did that seriously just happen? I guess all that's left to take her is my house...fucking great. Damn man, what is about this girl that has me wanting to do everything for her?
I shake my head at the thought. I'm and idiot who's hormonal. Get over it. I make the trip to my loft with the girl in my arms.