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A word here that, while A Profound Impact isn't required reading for this thanks to context, it certainly helps. If you're familiar with it you'll know why immediately.
Onward~
A largely uneventful week, coupled with Jack Turner's continued presence at and around L'Amour, made King more restless than she had been in a long time.
In the days following her "formal" introduction to Jack, King discovered that the robust man— who was the leader of a gang called the Black Cats— was actually pretty high within Big's ranks. Not as high as her, however, which really seemed to bother him. King didn't care, though, as Jack's hurt feelings were hardly her problem.
The interactions she had with the gang leader were brief and to the point: King didn't want to be around him longer than she had to be not only because of their past connection, but, also, because of how… gross he was. Unintelligent, crass, misogynistic, grubby… he was literally everything she hated, wrapped up into one, foul person. On top of that she would sometimes catch him watching her very intently. She had to wonder if what she saw in his eyes was jealousy…? Or something else?
So, when Big tasked King with "collecting a debt" she jumped at the chance, as it would mean she would be able to get out of the restaurant and finally release some pent up agitation.
"I won't disappoint you," she assured Big before rushing out of the lounge. She exited the establishment through the back door, walked past a large dumpster, and pulled her gloves out of her pocket, ready to kick some ass. She carefully put them on before leaning against a nearby brick wall.
It had to have been about fifteen minutes before her soon-to-be victim arrived. He sauntered over, somewhat obscured by the darkness, completely unaware of how serious his situation was about to become. He was so casual — so relaxed. He had no idea…
King pulled herself away from the wall so she could issue a greeting but stopped dead when the man fully stepped into the light. She felt her eyes widen as she involuntarily let out a tiny gasp.
Her mark… he was another one of Jack's guys. Specifically, the one who looked like a darker, dirtier Iggy Pop.
"Pas moyen…!" King breathed as he drew closer.
"Who're you?" He asked, somewhat confused. "Where's Big?"
All King could do was stare.
She remembered how he held her down while his friend tried to do unspeakable things to her… how helpless and scared she felt… and how she would never be in that position ever again. She trained hard after the "fight" and decided that, if she ever saw either of them again, she would
fuck.
them.
up.
As luck would have it, she had already gotten revenge against the other guy; it was actually what got her the job. She had thoroughly enjoyed knocking his teeth out.
And now, she was going to enjoy this.
"Hey," darker, dirtier Iggy Pop called. "I said where's Bi — "
In one swift, sudden motion, King kicked darker, dirtier Iggy Pop square in the face so hard that several teeth (if they could still be called that, anyway) went flying out of his mouth, which, in addition to his nose, started gushing blood. She advanced on him while he staggered, hitting him with a hard punch to the face. He cried out but, somehow, remained on his feet, bleeding profusely. He held his mouth and tried to speak, but all he could do was make unsettling noises as he backed away.
"Espèce de connard," King growled. She recalled the look in his eyes when he ripped her shirt open and went for the button on her pants that night; it instilled in her an almost overwhelming feeling of rage. When she got close enough she kicked darker, dirtier Iggy Pop's knee which instantly dislocated it.
"I've waited a long time for this, you rapey piece of shit!"
The man was struggling to keep himself on his feet, but King didn't care; in that moment the only thing that mattered was making him hurt. With that in mind she executed a backflip kick that connected with the unfortunate man's chest and face; the second she was on both feet she pelted him with several quick kicks before finishing with a very hard roundhouse that sent him crashing to the concrete. He tried to sit up but King stopped him with a swift blow to the solar plexus.
"Puh-please," darker, dirtier Iggy Pop sputtered as blood continued to pour from his mouth. "P-p-please stop!"
"'Please stop,'" King sneered coldly. "C'est mignon."
She narrowed her eyes at her foe and debated with herself: keep the beating going, or stop while she was ahead?
Darker, dirtier Iggy Pop tried to pull himself up but King used her foot to knock him over. She pressed her lips in a thin line as she considered her next move. Finally, she stooped down and smiled at the man, who let out a small whimper and recoiled when she drew a little closer.
"You have thirty minutes to get Big his money," she told him, her tone impassive. "And, also? If you ever touch another woman again I will find you and I will do much, much worse to you. Do you understand?"
A frantic nod.
"Very good," King said while rising up to her full height. She slowly removed her gloves and massaged her knuckles, which were aching a little thanks to the force behind the punch she had thrown moments earlier.
"Thirty minutes," she stated plainly.
With that King walked away, satisfied with her handiwork... but completely unaware that she was being watched.
She did it!
King got her revenge on two of the three on her Shit List! Satisfying, yeah? Because it was satisfying to write, not gonna lie. Anyway:
* Pas moyen = no way
* Iggy Pop is an American rock star. He did that song Lust for Life from Trainspotting (probably just carbon dated myself again...). Anyway, Google him.
* The other guy was the bouncer at L'Amour for all of a few hours (named Dimples, btw) before King came in and took him out. Easily.
* Espèce de connard = You asshole
* C'est mignon = that's cute (it should be noted that this form of "mignon" is masculine; feminine is "mignonne")
That's it for this one, folks! What's gonna happen next? Any guesses? Let me know down below, and thank you for reading (and hopefully reviewing)!