Killer's Playground

Authors note: The Powerpuff Girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.

The girls and boys are roughly in their mid-twenties and don't have their powers in this one.

Part II: Strobe Lights and Bar Fights and Murders Oh My

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The heavy beat of the base thudded in her ears, keeping time with the beast of her pulse, as multi-colored strobes flashed, illuminating the dance floor and lighting up her eyes and skin.

Buttercup grinned as she allowed the music to take her. She turned to look over her shoulder at her baby sister, to see that that the blonde girl was looking just as excited as she was.

They were at the hottest nightclub the down town district had to offer and she was ready to let loose. This was the best she had felt in a long time. Breaking up with her now ex-boyfriend probably had something to do with that. She scowled as he flashed across her mind.

Three years. Three long years she had spent with that piece of shit gang-banger. That miserable shit stain had not only wasted her time, but had manipulated her for the entirety of their relationship. She had been head over heels for him when they had first started going out, but that was all part of the façade he used to play her like an idiot. She had recently gotten wise to his tricks with the help of her sisters, and had gone to his shitty apartment in the shittiest part of town, and had dumped his sorry ass that very afternoon, and that had been that.

"I just let Blossom know we got here okay." Bubbles yelled over the music, gesturing to her phone. "How about we get some drinks and get this party start?" She nodded in agreement. Drinks, yes drinks sounded like a great idea right now.

She made her way up to the bar and ordered two drinks, one for her and her sister. She accepted them from the bartender after a moment and passed one to her sister; who accepted it happily as they made their way onto the dance floor, no doubt scanning the club for any cute boys, causing the dark-haired girl to grin at her antics.

Regardless of the shitty day she had, she pushed it to the back of her mind – determined not to let it affect her night. This was her time now, and there was nothing that was going to stop her from having a much needed night with her sister-

Someone slammed into her back, causing her to lurch forward and spill her drink on her shoes. Fuck. Goddamn it.

She shook her hand dry and smacked her plastic cup down on a nearby table with an irritated snarl. She whirled around, ready tear into the unfortunate person who had all but ran into her and-

And oh... oh god.

He had to be the most attractive man she had ever seen in her life. He towered over her at what had to be have been about 6'5 at least – swathed in a dark leather jacket and combat boots, with jet black hair, spiked up to perfection, and deep green eyes – a rare sort of shade, she noted.

He looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a Vogue magazine.

Seriously, she didn't think that men like him existed in real life. She was happy to have been proven wrong.

She glanced up at the ceiling and closed her eyes for a second as she thanked whatever deity was watching over her for sending her this damn near perfect man.

Thank you God, for being a kind and merciful being. She thought to herself as she turned her attention back on the man who'd bumped into her in the first place. He had looked just as livid as she had been seconds ago, but now that she had turned around, he was staring back at her with just as much interest.

Oh yes, she knew that look all too well. There was an unspoken, mutual attraction between them and fuck she was going to make the most out of this.

For some strange reason however, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen him from somewhere before. She didn't know here, but she was almost positive that she had seen him recently, but couldn't remember where from. It annoyed her, but then he started talking to her and all other thoughts flew out the window.

"Hey." He grinned, teeth white and sharp in the low lighting. "What's someone like you doing in a place like this?"

She laughed, flipping back her long dark hair. "Jokes on you, this is my favourite club." The man's grin widened. "Really now? I've never seen you here, and I come here often. Joke is on me I guess."

"Guess you weren't looking hard enough." She teased back with a coy smile, turning on the charm, but really, she knew she didn't have to try hard; she was a natural tease and she knew it. Hell, who knows where the night would take them? She was newly single, and he looked like sin on legs. She always had a thing for the tall, dark and handsome.

The dark-haired man laughed, and his lips pulled back into a smile. "So, what's your name Sunshine?"

She snorted at the nickname. "Buttercup." She pointed to her sister. "That's my sister Bubbles. And yours?"

He grinned again and for some stupid reason she felt her heart pick up. "Buttercup huh? I'm Butch."

She grinned as she held out her hand, which he took with a laugh. "Pleasure. Since you spilt my drink, I think you may owe me a new one."

The man let out a laugh as he ran a hand through his spikes. "I'll make you a deal: you dance with me, and I'll give you all the drinks you want. Sound good?"

She didn't even have to think about her answer. "Absolutely." She grinned, "Let's go." She allowed him to take her by the hand and make their way out onto the dance floor. She had to admit, she was mildly impressed; Butch was big, big enough that he could clear a pocket of space on the crowded dance floor with minimal effort. He took her waist in his large palms, and the next thing she knew, they were moving.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. They moved in sync to the beat of the music. The strobes lit up the dance floor around them, casting shadows on their skin. She turned in his hold and allowed herself to lean up against him as they continued to move. It was hypnotic. It was raw. It was otherworldly. It was the best she had felt in a long time.

Butch nudged her from behind. "I'm going to get a drink. I have my own private booth here. Your sister can come." He murmured in her ear, smiling charmingly at Bubbles who was dancing a few feet away from them. She looked over at her baby sister. "What do you say Bubs?" the blonde shrugged in response, prompting her to nod with a grin. "Sure, we're following you."

The man grinned, taking her by the hand and all but shoving people out of his way. For whatever reason, no one seemed to protest and simply moved out of his way if they could. He led them off the floor to a booth with three large men standing around it wearing traditional security suits and ties. The dark-haired man grinned, seeing their shocked expressions and nodded towards the men. "My security details. All bark, no bite unless I say otherwise, come take a seat." he told them as he sat down inside the booth.

She took a step towards him, but Bubbles suddenly grabbed her hand, forcing her to stop. She turned around to shoot her sister a quizzical look, but stopped as she noticed how freaked out Bubbles looked suddenly. "I think we should leave." She murmured.

"What?" she asked her flatly. "I think know this guy." Bubbles murmured in her ear over the pounding music. "If he is who I think he is, we should probably leave. Things tend to get messy around him." She looked towards the dark-haired man who was watching her with a grin plastered across his lips, and looked back towards her sister. "He seems okay to me. Besides, I'm not ready to end the night so soon."

Bubbles bit her lip, but she knew that the blonde wasn't going to argue with her. She knew she was too stubborn for her own good sometimes, but this was shaping up to be a great night, and it was still early. But her baby sister, bless her heart, still looked uncertain.

She rolled her eyes and inwardly sighed. Sometimes her youngest sister worried as much as Blossom did. She patted Bubbles on the shoulder. "I'll be fine." The ravenette assured her. "I'll call a cab home when I'm ready to leave. If you're not comfortable, you don't have to stay. I can take care of myself, you know that,"

Bubbles shot her a concerned look, but with a start, she realized it was directed towards the man sitting behind her. "Are you sure?" the blonde asked pressingly. She narrowed her eyes. Was she missing something? Why was Bubbles so paranoid all of the sudden? She nodded. "Go. I'm not going to force you to stay if you don't want to. I'll be okay." She shot the blonde a reassuring smile. "Besides, he hasn't shown up so I think we're doing pretty good so far."

Bubbles gave her another once over before giving in. "Fine," she sighed reluctantly. "Just text me okay? Frequently. I'll come back and get you myself if I have to."

If she had been a bit more sober and a little more alert like she normally was, Buttercup would have caught on that something was off about the situation. But she was enjoying herself far too much to call the night so early. So instead she laughed and gave her sister a hug. "I got it; I'll see you back at the house okay?"

Bubbles nodded and reluctantly turned to go, and just like that, her sister was swallowed up by the sea of bodies on the dancefloor. She shook her head. Well that was weird. She thought to herself as she let herself into the privet booth, and sat down beside Butch, who lazily slung an arm over her, and shot her a mischievous grin as he passed her a drink. "Ever had Hennessy shots?"

She balked at the mention of the expensive liquor. "Too rich for my blood. Why? Is that what this is?"

He nodded and passed her a bottle from the table in front of them. "Bottle service babe, it's about the only stuff I drink. Help yourself."

"Don't mind if I do." She muttered as she downed her shot and allowed Butch to pour her another. "You know? This is turning out to be a pretty great night. I haven't been out in a while." She admitted as she threw the second shot back.

"Would probably explain why I haven't seen you here before. I think I'd remember running into someone like you." Butch grinned wolfishly as she set her glass down and reached for another. "Why the sudden change?"

"I just broke up with my ex." She admitted, blaming the alcohol for loosening her tongue. "He was a real piece of shit. Just the biggest fucking idiot. Why I stayed so long, I have no idea."

"Sounds like it." Butch agreed, looking her up and down. "If he let someone like you walk away. He's a fucking moron. If you were my girl." He trailed off as a devious smirk pulled at his lips. "Yeah, you wouldn't be going anywhere."

Oh damn. Could this guy get any more attractive? Fuck, her sisters had been right all along: She always did have a thing for the bad boys.

She let a smirk pull at her blood red lips as she stood up, pulling him along with her. "Come on, I wanna dance more." He smirked as he allowed her to tug him back onto the dance floor, past the suit-clad men. "Yes ma'am." He took her waist again as they reached the dancefloor and soon they were back to their almost hypnotic dance. She was so caught up in the moment, she almost didn't notice the man staring intently at her from across the room.

Almost.

She had just happened to look over through the crowd, and immediately froze in horror. There, standing by the bar was a tall man with pale skin and shoulder-length, greasy black hair, wearing a pair of dark sun glasses. She couldn't see his eyes, but she didn't have to know who it was and that he was staring at her.

Oh no. It was him. It was Ace – It had to be, no one else wore sunglasses at night in a club. Fuck, he had found her. How the fuck had he found her?!

She hadn't realized she had stiffened up completely until a figure blocked her view of him. She looked up only to meet Butch's confused dark green eyes. "Hey, what's the matter? You don't like the song or something?"

She wanted to excuse herself – to put as much distance between her and her insane ex as she possibly could – but she couldn't. It was like her throat had suddenly closed up. All she could do was shake her head and back away from the well-built man.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going?" Butch grabbed her hand, preventing her from leaving. "You okay? Do you need a drink?" She shook her head frantically.

"No, no, I just need to go." she looked around the club for an escape, only to see that Ace had seemingly moved closer to the pair with an unreadable expression on his face.

Butch furrowed his eyebrows. "Go? Go where? Are you okay?" She groaned inwardly. She didn't want to leave the guy like this. Hell, he even looked concerned about her, but there was no way she could explain the current situation she had been thrust into.

"Listen, you've been great, but I have to go. I'm uh… not feeling well." She winced at how pathetic that excuse sounded and judging from the look Butch was giving her, he didn't believe her for a second.

"Well, can I at least get your number-"

She cast a look behind him, only to see that Ace had almost reached them. Just the sight of him gave her the strength to yank her wrist out of the larger man's powerful grasp and shoot him a frantic, apologetic look. "I'm sorry. Maybe I'll see you around sometime!" and before Butch could protest, she took off through the crowd, trying to put as much space between her and Ace as possible.

She pushed her way through the throng of bodies trying to make her way towards the exit, but more and more people seemed to block her way. She groaned in desperation and looked around, trying to find another exit point. To her left, she noticed the tell-tale red glowing of a side door exit and quickly made her way towards it. Ignoring the bouncer by the door, she pushed it open and let it slam shut behind her, finding herself in an otherwise empty alleyway.

She leaned up against the wall, struggling to breathe. Why the fuck was he there? Had he followed her? Was he stalking her now? She grit her teeth as she tried to figure it out. Their breakup had been… less than amicable, and she knew that there was a chance that he would go to the clubs looking for her, but she hadn't honestly thought that he would find-

"Hey BC."

She felt her blood turn to ice as she heard an all too familiar nasally New Yorker accent behind her. Oh fuck, she did not need this. She did not want to have to talk to him.

But she knew it was inevitable. She couldn't run forever. Might as well confront him now and get it over with. At least they were in a semi-public area and there were people around in case things got bad. At least it was just him and her-

"Hey Buttercup. Long time no sssee. Here we were thinking you were avoiding usss."

Fuck. Of course he brought his gang with him. They never left him alone. She was stupid enough to believe that he had.

Biting down on her lip so she wouldn't let a particularly foul curse slip out, she forced a calm smile on her face and turned around, to see Ace and his cronies a foot away from her, backing her up into the alley wall. Snake, Lil'Arturo, Grubber and Big Billy – the rag tag looking lot that made up her ex's crew, 'The Gangreen Gang'. Yup, they were all here, and that meant nothing but trouble for her.

"You guessed correctly Snake." She addressed the skinny man with a horrible lisp sweetly, before her smile dropped and she growled. "Now what the fuck do you assholes want?"

"Easy BC, easy." Ace took a step forward, taking off the shitty sunglasses he always wore as he did so. "I'm not looking for a fight doll. We just came here to talk."

"Really? Could have fooled me." She muttered, not dropping her guard for a second. "How the hell did you find me? Are you stalking me now?"

"Had a hunch you's be here and I was right. Come on doll, you know I know you."

"Unfortunately." She muttered under her breath, tightening her hands into fists. "I told you: we're though. I don't know how many times I have to say it before you get it."

"Relax. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about right now." Ace rolled his eyes, which she noticed were tinged slightly pink in the low lighting the alleyway provided. She scowled at him as he took a few steps closer to her, forcing her back to maintain some distance between them. "Really now? Then what do you want to talk about?"

He ignored her question. "So." His pink eyes narrowed, letting her know he had been doing drugs… again. "You's wanna tell me what the fuck was going on between you and the Baron of Berserk?"

She blinked at the name, now thoroughly confused. "Who now?"

Her confusion only seemed to irritate him however. "You's heard me: the fuck do you think you's playing at BC? Hanging around the goddamn Baron of Berserk?"

She narrowed her eyes, feeling them becoming nothing more than slits at the unfamiliar nickname. "I don't know who that is idiot. What the hell are you talking about-"

"Don't you's dare play dumb with me!" Ace snapped, backing her up completely against the brick wall. "The motherfucking Baron of Berserk? Butch Jojo? Son of Mojo and Himesh Jojo? Heir to the Jojo mafia? The motherfucker you's were hanging off of in there? THAT Baron of Berserk?"

She felt her blood run cold as the sudden realization washed over her. Oh Jesus, the guy who had been flirting with her all night was the son of the most notorious crime family Townsville had to offer, and Ace was calling him by his street name. She had figured him to be some sort of big-shot business man, or some official's kid with the security details he had, but not mafia.

So that was Butch Jojo. She had heard things about him. She didn't know what he looked like off the top of her head, nor did she pretend to know anything about him or his brothers. She only knew that they were roughly the same age and that the man was a monster – at least, according to the people who had crossed him and lived, which wasn't many.

Huh. Maybe she had seen him on the T.V. recently. Maybe that's why he had seemed familiar.

Ace clicked his tongue, snapping her out of her thoughts. She saw him shake his head – greasy black hair hanging limply around him as he placed his sunglasses back on his nose. "I leave you's alone for a couple of hours and you's run into the arms of a would-be mob boss. Talk about loyalty." She felt herself bristle at his words.

Loyal? LOYAL? He was one to talk about loyalty. That two-timing, backstabbing son of a bit-

Instead she smiled coyly at him, feeling a smug sort of satisfaction at managing to piss him off. "So what? He came onto me first. He was attractive and damn fine at that, besides-" she narrowed her eyes dangerously. "-it's not like you and I are an item anymore. Thank fuck."

Ace scoffed. "Jesus Christ woman, we've only been 'broken up' for less then a day. You move on fast." Those drugged up eyes peered into hers reproachfully. "I loved you's first. For years. That really means nothing to you, eh?"

"There hasn't been any 'love' between you and I for a long fucking time now, don't pretend that you didn't know." She snarled, furious with the bullshit he was spouting. "You manipulated me for years and I finally saw through your shit. There's nothing you can say or do that would make me come back. You've lost!"

At that, Ace burst out laughing and she paused. That wasn't the reaction she was expecting. For some reason, it put her on edge – more so as she saw the rest of the gang creep closer to her as Ace finished laughing. He looked at her with the most malicious smile she had ever seen and she heard a soft click from beside him.

Looking down at his hand, she felt herself pale as she realized he had opened his favourite switchblade. Oh no. She knew what was about to happen next… Ace always did have a thing about leaving tags on people who pissed him off enough-

"See, here's the things sweetheart: I don't lose. And if I can't make you's come back…" he looked at her, almost soullessly. "Then you lose too." She bit her lip, noting the gang closing in around her. She wouldn't be able to run, and even with years of judo training under her belt, there was no way she could fight all five of them at the same time.

She felt tears of frustration prick at her eyes. Fuck. So, this is how it ended. In a dirty alleyway at the hands of her scummy ex. Well… she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream…

She didn't bother trying to fight as she felt Billy and Grubber grab her arms and pin her to the wall. So, instead she looked Ace dead in the eye and spat in his face. "Drop dead you son of a bitch." She snarled viciously, watching him wipe the saliva off his face in clear annoyance.

He glowered as he wiped the saliva off his face, pointing the end of the switchblade at her lips. "Bitch. He thought you were so pretty huh? I'll make sure you're unrecognizable. Even your sisters won't be able to tell it's you."

She had just felt the tip of the blade cut into her lower lip when the heavy metal door leading into the club swung open – slamming against the wall with a loud clang – and a pair of slow footsteps stepped out into the alleyway, making their way towards them.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is: Ace Coupler. I thought I saw your rat face back in the club, but for your sake, I really hoped I was wrong. Pretty sure I told you this time last year to stay the fuck out of this district, or else you knew what I'd do to you."

She turned her head in shock, only to see Butch Jojo standing a few feet away, looking absolutely livid. His eyes caught hers and he sent her a look. She couldn't tell what he was trying to convey to her, but the stale air had turned tense almost immediately.

"So, tell me: what the fuck are you and your gang doing here? and to my lady, no less."

"Your lady?" Ace wheezed, not bothering to drop the knife away from her face. He turned to look at the bigger man.

"This doesn't concern you Butch, just back off and let me do my thing here." Ace snarled, but she saw something in his hazy eyes, something she didn't think that she had ever seen before:

Fear.

But Butch only rolled his eyes. "Can't do that, considering you're macking on my date. Why don't you be a good little weasel and drop the knife? Can't have you slicing up her pretty face now."

"Funny, that's what I was going to do." Ace snarled, still not putting down the blade. Butch's eyes narrowed. "I said: put. The knife. Down. Maybe I'll let you walk away alive if you do."

Ace sniggered. "Are you fucked Berserker? There's five of us and one of you. What are you going to do? Fight all five of us at the same time?"

But Butch didn't even bother to respond. Instead he pulled his hands out of his pockets and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the three big guys from earlier filled out of the back door and stood behind him, their suits standing out impressively against the dim alleyway lighting. A slow smile spread across Butch's lips. "That's better. If you're looking for a fight Ace, you're going to get one." He looked at her again, and she noticed there was something wicked gleaming in those dark eyes of his. "Winner takes all."

"Done." Ace snarled as he pulled away from her, signaling for his gang to fall behind him. "-Sick and tired of taking shit from a kid anyways. Let's go prick."

"Ace, just stop-" but he turned on her before she could finish, pointing the knife at her throat. "I'll deal with you after." He hissed angrily. At that, Butch allowed a sick grin to slide up his face as he cracked his knuckles ominously. "Is that so?"

Then, the gangs collided with each other.

Butch's protection unit and Ace's boys began to savagely beat each other in a mess of limbs and fists. Butch and Ace however, were in a brawl all of their own. Both men were tall, but Butch was in a league all of his own. Ace was tall and slim, but Butch was built like a boxer. He easily dodged the switchblade Ace swung at him, and caught his arm mid-swing, forcing him to drop the blade.

What happened next happened so quickly she almost missed it. Butch's massive hand encircled Ace's lanky arm and jerked it at an odd angle. A clean snapping sound and an ear-splitting scream and Ace wrenched himself away from the dark man, arm hanging at an odd angle as he continued to scream bloody murder.

He broke it! Jesus fuck he broke his arm! So, the rumors about him were true: the man really was a monster! Just what was he? She stared in shock at the mafia boss, but he wasn't looking at her, his murderous glare was reserved only for Ace.

For how scary Ace could be at times, it was clear that Butch was bigger and stronger and clearly more homicidal then her ex had ever been. She watched in shock as he calmly followed Ace back as he tried to stumble away from him, but Butch didn't let him get fair.

He shoved Ace face first against the wall, much like he had her only moments ago, and grabbed a fist full of his hair. Ace seemed to know what was about to happen because he forgot about his broken arm and began to screech:

"NO BUTCH NO! I'M SORRY MAN! I DIDN'T MEAN NO DISRESPECT! IF IT'S HER YOU'S WANT, YOU'S CAN HAVE HER, JUST PLEASE NOT THA-"

WACK.

Ace's sunglasses shattered and fell off his face.

WACK.

His long, pointy nose smashed off the brick wall, allowing blood to spurt everywhere and down the wall.

WACK.

The screaming stopped.

WACK.

Ace went limp, but Butch didn't stop. His eyes were dark and almost soulless as he continued to smash Ace's head against the wall, showing no signs of stopping or slowing down.

She watched in numb horror. She wanted to tell him to stop, to drop him and let him go… but she couldn't. No, wait… that wasn't right. It wasn't that she couldn't tell him to stop… she didn't want to.

So, she watched as Butch continued to beat Ace's face into the wall until he didn't have a face anymore. It was only when he was unidentifiable, did he stop. He dropped the lifeless body and stepped over it towards her. Normally the sight of him would have may anyone run, but she stood still and allowed him to come to her until he was standing toe to toe with her.

His hands were coated in blood, she noticed. He noticed her staring at them and dropped them. "Sorry you had to see that. Guy pissed me off." He gave her a once over. "That was your ex?" she nodded mutely and he snorted. "You were smart to leave. Guy's a tool." His eye's narrowed. "How did a guy like him get a girl like you?"

"Hell if I know." She felt herself say hollowly as she looked down at Ace's lifeless corpse where his face had once been. A part of her wanted to feel some sort of remorse over his sudden and violent death… but she felt nothing. Nothing except for a strange feeling of relief.

"Boss." A voice from behind her called out. "Should we call the cleanup crew?" Butch simply nodded, not taking his eyes off her. "Better make the call, and for Christ's sake, don't let anyone else know. I don't need Brick or my either of my dad's getting on my case tonight."

"Yes boss."

Butch ran a blood-soaked hand through his hair and sighed deeply. "What about the others?"

"Gone. We sent them running. They won't be coming back." One of the suit clad men responded. She looked around only to see that the alley was empty aside from them. She had been so caught up in the shocking display of violence that she hadn't even seen the rest of the gang run off.

Probably for the best. They weren't really malicious like Ace had been, just dumb and foolish with no sense of direction. Maybe they would straighten themselves out now he wasn't in the picture.

"Good." Butch rumbled. He turned to her, eyes half lidded as he looked her up and down. "You sure you're okay? He didn't cut you right?" she shook her head soundlessly. "No." she whispered, still in awe of the man before her.

He let out a grunt. "Good. When I saw him holding you up against the wall like that… I got so fucking angry, I just lost it."

Yeah. No kidding. She thought bitterly to herself as she noticed a dark red stain trickling down the wall next to her.

"Cleanup crew is on their way. It's in our best interest to leave before someone else finds the body. We don't need the police breathing down our necks." The same man pointed out but Butch only waved him off. "I know. I know, just give me a second alright?" he turned back to her. "Come with me."

She blinked, barely believing what she had just heard. "Pardon me?"

"You heard me: come with me." Butch rumbled, those deep green eyes looking like they were they were lit up from inside his skull due to the dim lighting. "Our night got interrupted, and I sure as hell wasn't done with you." he winked at her, before sobering up. "I like you. You're different. Tough. It's an attractive quality not many girls have. I think you should come with me."

She froze. What the hell was even happening? Was he seriously trying to ask her out? better yet: why did a part of her want to go with him? He was involved in the mafia. Worse yet, he was a murder. She had literally just watched him kill her ex in front of her eyes. Yet, she had the urge to take him up on his offer. There must be something seriously wrong with her.

Butch must have sensed her inner turmoil because he dipped down slightly so they were eye level. "Hey, you're safe with me believe it or not. Nobody is going to fuck with you as long as I'm around. I've got your back." He extended a blood-stained hand to her and she bit her lip, not entirely sure what she was getting herself into if she accepted it.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she instinctively knew that it was her sisters. She didn't dare answer it. She didn't know if she wanted to. What would she say to them?

She would call them later… when she had a moment to figure out what was going on.

Still… she couldn't help but think about what he had said. He had known her for all of an hour and he cared more about her then Ace had in the three years they had been together. What she would have done to hear him say something like that to her at least once…

It was then that she made up her mind and slipped her hand into his. His fingers curled around hers with a grin as he pulled her towards him. He slung a heavy arm over her shoulders as he walked them back towards the club. "Bring the car around. We're going for a ride." He called over his shoulder as he escorted her back into the club.

"Welcome to my world." He whispered in her ear as they made their way through the packed club and out the front, into a waiting car, which sped off to god knows where as soon as they entered.

She knew she should have been frightened. She knew she should have run as soon as he started bashing Ace's face into a wall and never looked back. But she hadn't, because a twisted, gnarled part of her that not even her sisters knew existed, wanted to see it happen, and it turned her on.

She always had a mildly sadistic side.

Perhaps her sisters had been onto something all along: She always knew there was a reason she liked the bad boys.