Ch 3

One of these days I know I'm going to wind up stone cold dead behind some alleyway dumpster with a plug in between my head. It would be the end to a perfect cycle, someone's bittersweet justice. Oh how I couldn't wait for the day my freedom would come. I've been lucky enough. But one day my time will be up. It's just a matter of when.

Loud grunting noises rang out into the dead of night as Julio and Bronx slammed their fists into Giorgio Puccini's face. They continued beating the breath out of him until I had finally had enough. The men stopped at my command and held Puccini up by the arms.

"Let's try that one more time, shall we?" I asked coolly, straightening myself up from the brick wall.

"Fuck y-"

I slammed my elbow roughly into his face. A loud crunch rippled through the heated air. Puccini screamed out loud, his head falling back. More blood trickled down from his nose. His blue eyes landed on me with a harsh glare.

"Don't disrespect me Puccini. I need answers and I need them now."

When he didn't respond I grabbed my hunting knife out from my back pocket. His eyes went wide as I walked toward him. He started trembling before my eyes. I smiled at the sight. I slowly reached out and grabbed his lower lip. At that moment Puccini started struggling. Both Julio and Bronx restrained him until one of Puccini's arms got free and a powerful force slammed into my face. My men finally got Puccini under control. I felt something warm trickle down my nose. I briefly swiped the edge of my nose and saw a smear of dark red moisture along my fingertips. I licked my lips and let out a soft chuckle.

I went in and grabbed Puccini's lower lip, stretching it out completely. Without a second thought I slid my knife along the left side of his lip and up toward his cheek bone. I was a little amazed at how easy the knife went through him. It was like cutting a thin slice of butter, except with flesh. I continued sawing into him, running my blade back and forth. The blood… it never stops pouring out of him.

Puccini screamed like a newborn joining the world. I laughed loudly and was about to proceed with the other side when he shouted stop. Blood spattered across my face as he enunciated the word. I paused and looked deep into his eyes, trying to analyze whether he was being serious or just trying to stop the procession.

"You'd better not be fucking with me Puccini. If I don't like what I hear I will take your fucking tongue next." I growled out.

Tears fell from Puccini's thin face. "It was Davenport… it was fucking Davenport. He took the shipment and paid me double to pretend I didn't know about it." He spat out, blood oozing from his lips and face.

"Who the fuck is Davenport?" I asked.

"Robert Davenport….H-he's a new boss in town that's trying to make a name for himself."

I rolled my eyes. A nobody trying to become a somebody. He chose the wrong people to make a name for himself. Now… he's a dead man.

"Do you know where I can possibly find Mr. Davenport?" I asked politely.

"He's running the old casino off of Frankfurst."

I nodded, my mind filling in the dots. I wiped the blood off of my knife on top of Puccini's shirt, making it as clean as a whistle. "Thank you George. I really do appreciate your cooperation. This will certainly make Mr. Delfino happy. I'm sorry it had to come down to this. I'm usually a patient host, but tonight I simply just didn't have the time. I'm afraid that I may have gotten a bit carried away as well." I stated, pointing directly to his face. "I hope that you accept my apology. For the time being our business is done."

"I can leave?" he asked, his body shaking uncontrollably.

"Certainly." I nodded.

With a nod both of the men released him. Puccini eyed me and then the two other guys. He was uncertain. After a few seconds he slowly trotted down the alleyway, leaving a trail of blood. I watched as his body stumbled and disappeared into the dark street.

"Which one of you knuckleheads didn't have a proper grip on him?" I asked in a playful manner.

Julio broke out into a small chuckle. "I'm sorry, that was me. Little fucker had some strength in him now didn't he?"

Without a moment's notice I whipped out my gun and put two bullets into his head. The man's body quickly fell to the floor. A heavy smoke trailed from the end of my gun as I placed it back into my holster. Bronx stared at me with wide eyes.

I turned to him with a sly smirk. "Congratulations. You've just been promoted. Don't let that ever happen again. Do you understand?" I asked.

He nodded dumbly. "Great! Let's carry on! The night is still young." I chanted out.

It was almost three in the morning when I pulled up to Mr. Delfino's mansion. Security let me in through the heavily guarded gates without a hitch. I parked in the front and was ushered in by Wilson, Delfino's butler. Once I entered into Delfino's study, a cloud of heavy smoke hit me. I smiled brightly. There he was, the man himself, Mr. Delfino.

The older man with graying white hair quickly stood to his feet, a large cigar dangled from his thin dark lips as a large smile overtook him. "Quinn Fabray!"

"Mr. Delfino." I stated.

He briskly walked over to me and threw his arms around me tightly. The stale stench of smoke and old spice hit me. "G$# damn it's great seeing you again. How the hell have you been?"

"Great sir. Just keeping busy."

He nodded with a warm and gentle smile.

Mr. Delfino… well what is there to say about the guy? He's my boss and the most generous man I've ever met. When I was ten Mr. Delfino took me in. I was an orphan living in the streets, getting food anyway I could. One day while I was digging through a dumpster I noticed there was a group of kids huddled in the corner of an alleyway. Curiosity peeked my interest as I pulled myself away from the dumpster to the crowd. I was immediately drawn in once I saw three large kids circling around a small dark haired boy. The smaller kid looked as if he'd already gotten hit a few times. When I finally realized what was going on, I jumped in. It was really unfair that it was three to one, that's no fair fight. Needless to say both the younger kid and I got our asses beaten in. Luckily, Mr. Delfino was there and stopped the fight. Turns out, the smaller kid was Mr. Delfino's kid. Anyways, long story short, Mr. Delfino had witnessed the fight and liked that I had stood up for his son. And that's how I came to be adopted by the city's most notorious boss.

"Any news about my shipment?" he asked, releasing me from his bearlike hug.

"Yes, I've found that we've got a new player in town trying to make a name for himself." I responded back.

Mr. Delfino grunted and made his way to the bar. He poured out two glasses of scotch and handed one to me. "Where is he hiding out at?"

"He's actually not hiding at all. Apparently he's running the old casino in old town."

Mr. Delfino clicked his lips and took a seat at his desk. I took a seat on the opposite side, facing him. "Name."

"Robert Davenport." I enunciated.

The old man blew out a cloud of smoke and smashed out his cigar. He slowly sipped from his glass and sat back in his seat. At that moment a loud knock emanated from the door.

"Come in." Mr. Delfino announced.

The door opened. A tall, thin paled face man entered the room. He was wearing a very lavish dark charcoal suit. His wild dark and untamed hair stuck out in practically every direction. I eyed the man with a blank mask. A pair of crisp blue eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses landed on me. I easily read the agitation in those eyes as he took me in. He was not happy to see me.

"Father." The man announced with a stern voice. "I'm sorry I'm late."

The older man nodded and directed the man to take a seat next to me. "Artie, tardiness is not acceptable. If you're late again for another meeting don't even bother knocking on that door."

Artie threw the older man and apologetic nod before throwing himself into the seat next to me. A wave of silence enveloped the room as Mr. Delfino lit up another cigar.

"Mr. Delfino, if I may?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"What's on your mind Quinn?" he asked.

"I'd be honored if you'd let me be the one to take care of Mr. Davenport."

Mr. Delfino smiled and shook his head. "No, no, my darling. You've already done more than enough. I'm really grateful for your efforts. I'm going to let Artie take care of this one."

I bit down on my lower lip and masked my immense disappointment.

"And what is it that I have the gracious honor of doing?" Artie asked.

"Robert Davenport. I want him taken care of. He's rudely disrupted one of my shipments. Payment needs to happen. He must be informed of the way we take care of business."

"Of course." Artie agreed.

"Great. Now that we've got that settled you both should head home and get some sleep. You're both dismissed. Quinn, don't let another month pass until I see you. Understand?" Mr. Delfino asked.

"Yes sir."

Both Artie and I exited the room and walked down the large decorated hallway.

"How is your wife doing?" I asked in a dense tone, making light small talk.

"Tina is fine." Artie replied with a bland tone.

"That's great." I muttered out.

"And how is that pathetic life of yours going? Still fucking expensive whores?" He asked roughly.

I chuckled loudly and threw a glare at the man. "My whores are fine thank you for asking. By the way, I've been meaning to ask-"

Artie snorted and rolled his eyes. "Go on."

"Rumor has it you've got another mistress."

"That's not a question you imbecile." He retorted back.

"How old is this one? 11? 15?"

Artie grabbed my arm and spun me roughly toward him. "Do not speak of my affairs as if you know something. Stay out of my business and I'll stay away from yours. That was the agreement."

"Let go of my arm."I stated firmly.

The taller man grunted and quickly released my arm. He leaned forward, glaring at me. His breath smelled of mints. Tic Tacs maybe? "I wish my father had never picked you up." He whispered harshly.

I eyed the blue eyed man with a cocky smirk. "Careful Artie, you're jealousy is showing."

"Fuck you Fabray." He hissed out. And just like that he quickly spun on his heels and stalked off.

I cracked my neck and watched him walk away. "I really wish I could kill that guy." I muttered lowly.

By the time I made it home the sun was just coming out. My eyes burned deliciously as I trudged up the stairs to my apartment. I smelled of stale blood and cigarettes. I needed a fucking shower. In a timely manner I managed to get my door open. I took off my coat and placed it on the coat hanger by the door. I shut the front door with my foot and locked it. I glanced around at my small immaculate apartment. It wasn't much. But it was home. I have what I need, a TV, a laptop, a bed, and food in the kitchen.

I walked to my bedroom and peeled off my clothes until I was stark naked. I threw my clothes into the laundry bin and headed off to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of scotch and threw it down like there was no tomorrow. I did that a few more times until a haziness took over me. Once I was finished I washed off my glass and headed for the shower. Darkness took over my vision as I stepped into the shower. And then….. Lights out.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

I awoke with a sharp startle. I looked around and found the sun still streaming through my window. I rolled around in the bed and glanced at the clock. 4:37pm.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I growled out as I hopped out of bed.

I grabbed my gun, fully intending to blow this fucking asshole's head off. Without another word I threw open my door and aimed the gun at my intruders head. Santana Lopez stood before me with a large smirk on her face.

"I'm not sure which I should be more surprised by, your face or your gun?" The commissioner stated.

I lowered my gun and eyed the tall Latina woman. "Seeing as how I almost blew your face off, I'm thinking the later."

The taller woman chuckled, her eyes blaring into mine. "That's NOT the gun I was referring to." She stated as she brushed past me and entered my apartment.

A small frown appeared across my face as I looked down. I was still naked. I rolled my eyes and closed the door. "What do you want?" I asked, making my way to the bedroom to throw on my robe.

"I came to talk about you." The commissioner addressed.

Once my robe was on I walked out into the small living room. "Let's hear it." I stated as I threw myself onto the sofa.

Santana was staring at my collection of snow globes located on my mantle above the fireplace. I eyed her warily. I had a feeling I knew what she was about to do. When I finally saw her reach out to grab one of them I quickly slapped her hand away from them.

"Don't touch that." I fired out.

"My, my, aren't we a little grumpy in the morning. Have you gotten laid yet? You're usually in a better mood once you've had some pussy."

"Fuck off. What do you want? I have a new client I'm meeting tonight and I need my rest."

Santana turned and faced me, placing her hands on her hips. "You need to cool it with the body count."

I rolled my eyes and let out a large sigh. "Isn't that your job to take care of?"

"How am I supposed to explain them when a new body keeps popping up every five hours? Huh?" She asked.

"You do realize what city you live in right?" I asked sarcastically.

"All I'm asking for is one week. Alright? Just one week of no killings. Is that too hard to ask?"

"Fine. Are we done here?" I asked roughly.

"Yes." She stated as she made her way to the door. "By the way, if you ever get tired of your whores, you should definitely hit me up sometime. You've got a great looking dick."

I flicked her off just as she closed the door. I pulled out my phone and flicked through numbers until I found just the one I was looking for.

"Hey, Sugar, it's me. Can you be here in 10 minutes?" I asked.

A large smile greeted my face at how quick she responded. "Okay, see you soon."

I walked into the greasy diner and took my usual seat at the back. The waitress brought me a black coffee and a newspaper. I sat back and relaxed, casually checking the time. The large bold headline on the newspaper caught my eye. 'Kurt Hummel Suicide Birthday Bash' So that's how they spun the story huh? I read through the long article and sipped at my warm coffee. The article included a section detailing all about the death of Kurt's former lover and how it traumatically led to Kurt's death. It was like reading a lifetime movie. I rolled my eyes and continued skimming through the articles. When nothing else caught my attention I placed the newspaper down.

When I glanced up my eyes met with a dark shade of brown. I was a bit startled and almost reached for my gun. Luckily I was able to quickly adjust to the situation. When the hell did she get here? I didn't even hear her.

I looked at the time. Sure enough, this must have been the new client. She was on time. I eyed the girl with skeptical eyes. The girl looked like she was young, maybe in her late teens. Her auburn hair fell around her thin shoulders in waves. She must have put quite a bit of time into her hair. Her face was smooth and flawless. My eyes slowly traveled down to her full pink lips and then to her clothes. She was wearing a black tank top and jeans. She has a very fit little body…

I continued studying the young girl, clearly interested in why she was here. No one her age has ever come to me before. I was a bit fascinated and intrigued. A light pink hue began to dust the girl's cheeks after a few moments. My eyebrow rose at the action. How adorable…. She really is just a child. I could smell it on her, purity, innocence. It made my dick stir. I closed my eyes and let out a heavy breath. I mentally thought of a dozen different ways that I'd fuck her.

A light cough brought me back into the world. I opened my eyes and zoomed in on the girl. Her brown eyes were on me. At that moment I had suddenly made up my mind.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked rudely.

The girl's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. She looked a little unsure of herself as she scanned the entire room. When she was satisfied she looked back at me and cleared her throat. "I-I'm here for my 9:00 appointment." She responded with a tight voice.

"Appointment? Do I look like a fucking doctor?" When she didn't respond I pointed towards the door. "Please leave my table."

The girl stalled. She looked like she was visibly shaking. When our eyes met once again I saw the slightest bit of a spark. Suddenly there was a small flame behind brown as she drew her jaw tight and placed her hands on the table. "I'm not leaving." She proclaimed.

"I beg to differ."

"I know what you do, and I know who you are." The girl stated firmly.

A small half smile appeared on my face. Was this a trick? I sat back in my seat and licked my lips slowly. So she knew who I was. She did her homework. She's a good and clever little girl.

"How old are you?" I asked abruptly.

Her cheeks started blushing red before she cleared her throat. "I'm not here to discuss my age with you."

I let out a small fit of laughter. Bold. My dick was slowly getting harder by the minute. "Get out of here child. Once you go down this road the blood will never stop dripping from your hands." I stated harshly.

"I have business to discuss with you." She replied.

I placed my hands on the table and leaned in, lowering my voice. "Have you ever fucked someone's brains out before?"

Her entire face blushed red as she looked away. Again my laughter began to take over. A few of the customers began staring at us. But I didn't care. I practically owned this place anyhow. After a few more minutes of laughter I wiped the small tears that had fallen from my face and directed my attention back to the girl.

"I have $15,000." She tried again. How did she get that much money?

I shrugged my shoulders and sipped down the rest of my coffee. "I don't want your money. As I said before I want you to leave."

The little girl immediately slammed her fists on the table and stood up. Anger was etched into that beautiful youthful face. The girl crossed over to me and roughly shoved something into my chest. I looked down and saw a large envelope.

"You WILL fucking help me if it's the last thing you do." She whispered harshly into my ear.

Curiosity peaked my interest as I opened up the envelope. It was very heavy. I felt like a kid on Christmas. I dumped out all the contents onto the table. The smile on my face fell when I realized they were all pictures of me. I looked up at the girl as a smile took over her face for the first time. When she looked pleased at my reaction she took her seat back calmly. I glanced down at the photos and went through them. There were several photos of me walking across the street. Some were of me inside my car waiting, eating and- I narrowed my eyes and looked closer at the photograph I was holding. Is that- My head was slung back in the seat while a figure was on top of me. Oh…. Damn, it sure is. As I drew closer to the last ones an eerie feeling crawled over me. There was a shot of me wearing a silver dress, entering the club Kurt Hummel threw his party at. Another photo was of me in the alleyway with Julio, Bronx, and Puccini. I skimmed to the end and found myself looking at me with a gun to Julio's head. The next photo, he's on the floor, dead. I dropped all the photos back onto the table and drew my eyes back to the girl. I was no longer amused.

"You know who I am." I stated with a firm tone. "And you know what I can do."

"Yes." She responded back quietly.

"How long were you following me around?" I asked.

She bit her lip. "A couple of months."

I tried to keep my composure. I suddenly felt idiotic and caught off guard as I tried to wrack my head around it. I didn't even realize that I was being followed for so long. She'd been doing her research on me for a long time. I wasn't being careful enough…

"I could kill you right here and now." I hissed.

"I've taken the liberty and made copies of everything, including the videos. If I disappear, my friend will know and will go public with it all."

I smirked. "You can't touch me little girl. No one can. Maybe if you had done your research better…. Maybe I would've stayed to hear the rest. But my time is valuable and you're wasting it. So I'm leaving." I gathered my things and stood from my seat.

"He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious." The girl quoted swiftly.

I paused and glanced at the girl. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"Sun Tzu- The Art of War." The girl replied back.

"Kids..." I snorted beneath my breath.

"You may think you're untouchable but I am willing to bet that there is someone out there who would kill to get their paws on you." She continued. "Trust me, if I give these photos to the right people, your face and name will get out. Many people will want your head for what you've done."

"Darling, lots of people already want me dead."

"I can name one person for sure who'd love to see that envelope." She declared.

"You don't scare me kid."

"Right, well, what about Finn Hudson?"

I stopped. "Who?"

The girl smiled brightly as if she had suddenly won the spelling bee. "Oh, you don't know? He was Kurt's brother in law. He's a very powerful and wealthy politician that is going to be running for mayor next term." She responded. "You know, Hudson was very distraught when he heard about his brother's death. He didn't take it very well at all. They were pretty close … Now I wonder what he would do if he learned the truth about his brother's death. "

"You have nothing!" I growled out.

"We both know what happened up on that roof top. And I have proof." She fired back.

"All you have is a photograph." I almost shouted.

"I wonder if that's what he will think when I show him the video."

I closed my eyes and slowly reached for the gun in my jacket. My breathing was heavy, and a slight trickle of sweat ran down my forehead. A little girl got the better of me. I'll fucking kill her, and her friend. How can I get my hands on that video? My hand reached for the handle. Keep her talking. Keep her distracted. I opened my eyes again and glared at her.

"What do you want?" I asked, sounding winded.

She won't notice. The diner is dying out slowly. Betsey wouldn't mind as long as I cleaned up the mess. No one would say anything.

There was a small moment of silence before she eyed me sternly. "Look, I honestly didn't mean for this meeting to turn out the way it did but you left me with no choice. I need your help. This was my only option. So I apologize if I stepped on your toes or hurt your ego. But I just want the respect that you give your other clients."

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." I hissed.

"I've been watching you for a while. I think I'll be alright." She replied back.

Keep her distracted. I reached for the handle and slowly unlocked my holster.

"Your death will not be on my hands." I stated firmly as I looked away from her.

"That's fine. I don't care. I just need to do this."

"Who is it?" I asked, glancing at the girl.

She looked down at the table, eyes large. I studied her again harshly until I looked at her. Dark circles suddenly appeared underneath her eyes. Why didn't I see that before? My hand froze as I took in the girl again. I could faintly see something forming in her face. Flashes of something flew before her large brown eyes. I saw parts of the painful storm. And there it was…. The hand in my holster limply falls to my side.

She has a darkness as cold as ice. It's enough to send shivers running up my spine. I swallowed heavily to try to get rid of the ache in the back of my throat. But it won't leave. The chill in the air, she's created that. Her darkness… deep, vile, malicious, and unlike anything I've ever seen. I want to look away but I can't. I'm in awe… Such youth, beauty… innocence, and yet so much darkness.

"I need a name." I finally spoke.

"Karofsky." She uttered out.

"I'll take care of it." I muttered out.

I stood to my feet. As soon as I did she immediately reached out and grabbed my hand. My eyes darted down to our contact. I was a bit stunned by how warm her touch was despite the chill she was giving me.

"I- I want him brought back to me alive."

I pulled my hand away from her roughly. "Excuse me?" I asked, confused. "You do realize that's NOT what I do."

The girl seemed dazed. She stood to her feet and pulled out a small white piece of paper from her purse and handed it to me. "I want him delivered to this address. No questions asked. You will get your payment when I have him."

"I'm not a fucking babysitter kid. It's not what I do. I know someone who can-"

"NO!" she yelled out. I winced briefly. When she realized what she had done she recollected herself. "I want you. You're the best. That's what I want." The girl stated.

"And where can I find him?" I asked.

"That's your job." She announced.

The girl quietly collected her stuff. I stood by and watched her. There was something in her movements that made me wary. I didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that I had never been caught off guard before. She had gotten under my skin like a cancer and overpowered me. This girl… This little clever girl.

"What should I call you?" I asked once she gathered everything.

"Streisand."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You can call me Streisand."

"What the hell is a Streisand?" I asked.

The girl's face transformed before my eyes and suddenly she was a child again. A large and playful smile graced her pink lips. Large dopey eyes landed on me. The girl threw me a dirty smirk. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." She nodded.

I watched as she finally left the table. I didn't dare take my eyes off of her for I prayed maybe this was all a dream. The girl disappeared out through the front door and into the night.

Hey everyone! Thanks for showing the love! Your love comments give me motivation!

And yes... The girl is Rachel.

Quote "The Art of War" -Sun Tzu