Ch 5

I hate coming to places like these. The people, the smells, the food… it's enough to set my nerves on edge. Rich people…. All the high powered officials gathered under one roof. Attorneys, judges, the police chief, the mayor, they were all here tonight, including all the heads of the families. 'It's great business' Mr. Delfino had said. All the power, wealth, and corruption, what else could you ask for in a city like this?

I was handed my last and final drink from the bartender. The maximum I've allowed for myself tonight is five. It's never okay to be clumsy and unprofessional. No one would ever take you seriously if you make a bad first impression. I slowly sipped on my drink, letting the liquor do its work. My eyes casually slipped around the room, observing. A few people were dancing to Dmitri Shostakovich's 'The Second Waltz'. I adjusted my tie and let out a long sigh.

"Might I say you look quite exquisite tonight." A voice appeared by my side.

I smiled warmly as I recognized the friendly face. "Thank you Mr. Merrelli. You look dashing!"

The older man's aging face turned bright red as he let out a deep belly laugh. He leaned in and kissed each side of my face. "How is Mr. Delfino treating you? Have you decided to leave him for me?" he asked gently.

"He's treating me like a princess. I have no complaints." I replied back smoothly.

The older man nodded, his face filled with disappointment. "You will always have a job with me. Remember that. I would love to have you become a part of my family, and not just some low level enforcer. I can give you all the power you desire."

"I really do appreciate your offer Mr. Merrelli. If anything changes you will be the first person I look for." I nodded.

"I better be." he laughed. "My goodness! Look at all those flailing ducks. You'd think because this is a Gala they'd actually know how to waltz! Come on dear. Let's show them how it's done."

I placed my drink down on the bar and accepted the man's outreached hand.

Mr. Delfino was surrounded by a group of people. When I slowly approached his eyes darted to me, a large smile erupting across his face. I planted myself beside him. I immediately tuned out everything around me as boredom began to plague me.

Out of the corner of my eye Artie popped up and began heading to our group. He stood beside me, blatantly interrupting everyone's conversation. "Hello everyone, I'd like to introduce my accompaniment for the night."

I could already feel my smirk stretching across my face. I wonder what this one is going to look like. Will she be as hideous as the last one? Is she even legal yet? A girl appeared behind him. She had waves of cascading brown hair. The girl was wearing a black silk tight dress that clung to every curve in her body. One of my brows propped up. My eyes were drawn to her face.

The kid…

My eyes raked over the kid, the girl, the woman? No… I shook my head. Maybe I'm seeing things… I closed my eyes and reopened them again. The kid was still there. She has a woman's body. Where did that come from? I had no words. The kid was obviously stunned as well as soon as she realized who I was. She's definitely not a kid.

"I'd like for you to meet Quinn Fabray." Artie introduced.

I wondered how I must have looked in the moment. A deer caught in the head lights? A kid that had his hand caught in the cookie jar? I didn't know. But clearly my reaction was exactly what Artie had wanted. I eyed the two of them together and quickly connected the dots. They were working together. My eyes darted to Artie's arm wrapping around the kid's waist.

Suddenly the kid's hand was stretched out towards me. I stared at it like I didn't know what to do. A moment later the kid cleared her throat to get my attention. I immediately stretched out my arm and put on a charming smile.

"Well the pleasure is all mine… Ms?"

"Berry." She spoke. "Rachel Berry."

The girl looked smug at my reaction. Now I knew what I was playing with. She's a dangerous woman. I'm definitely going to have to keep my eyes on her now. Odd though… Why are we acting as if we don't know each other? Was it all an act? Thinking back on it now, she knew exactly how to appeal to me. Maybe Artie coached her?

"And where did you find her at?" I asked, looking at Artie with intrigue.

He had the largest shit eating grin I'd ever seen. It crawled under my skin. I had the urge to skin his face off.

"She actually is a singer at the theater. She's very talented. Tina and I were taking in a show. I knew as soon as I saw her I had to introduce myself. Of course, you understand what I'm talking about." He threw out.

A man walked by with a tray of drinks. I grabbed one and took a big sip. I didn't want to chug down the entire thing while eyes were on me. With a nonchalant shrug I said, "You've seen one, you've seen them all."

Artie started laughing. "Well you would certainly know, knowing how much money you pay for-"

Mr. Delfino raised his voice, "That's enough Artie and Quinn."

"My apologies." I responded back solemnly.

I looked over at Artie who just nodded but kept his smirk. At that point a tall man walked over to me and slipped me a note. Without being too obvious, I glanced down and quickly read it.

7th floor, room 709

One of my brows rose with intrigue. I could feel a pair of brown eyes looking at me with questioning eyes. Curious… isn't she? I pinched my lips and folded the note into my pocket. At an appropriate moment I excused myself. I made my way back to the bar. The bartender gave me a drink on the house.

I stood by, watching, brooding… Brooding? Is that what you'd call it? I flung my eyes to the couple walking the room. The kid was draped over him like a grand trophy. I stared at them, irritation slowly building up. It made me sick to my stomach. I started to tune Artie out and just focus on the girl. A lot of flesh was sticking out. So much skin! I swallowed heavily. I'm not the typical type of person who gets jealous. Jealousy is for adolescents. I'm way beyond that.

I'm just disgusted that she's with him. She deserves better.

I pulled out the note and inspected the handwriting. What the hell. I could use some fun. I went out and left the room, heading into the lobby. I waited as the elevator finally opened. As soon as I stepped in someone else hopped in with me. The kid- No, wait, Ms. Berry. I quickly lit up a cig, a huff of smoke trailing from the end, just as the doors dinged closed.

"You know, in another life, I would've been your angel." I puffed out.

The girl threw me a pensive look. "So what? You're saying you're my devil?" She huffed out silently.

I grinned widely and ignored the question. I continued staring at the doors.

"What the hell are you even doing here?" She asked.

"Me?" I asked. "I'm on business. And you?"

"I'm on a date." She replied back, her cheeks going red.

I turned my head to her and narrowed my eyes, studying her. Why does she look so nervous? At that point I pushed the button to stop the elevator. The kid looked up, a surprise look on her face. I shoved the girl up against the wall, my forearm pressing against her chest. "What do you think you're playing at?"

"W-What are you talking about?" she let out.

"You're both just trying to fuck me right? He's using you to get to me? To bring me down is that it? Well if it is, he's going to need a new plan. I'm not falling for it. So you can tell him that his new fuck girl can kiss-"

*SMACK*

A strong whipping force slammed across my face. I grabbed her hands and pinned her to the wall, the end of my cig poking out through my lips.

"I could teach you a real good lesson, right here, right now." I growled out as I poked my large bulge into her stomach.

Rachel threw her head into me. I pulled back, stumbling. Something warm dribbled down my lips and chin. I licked my lips. The taste of metallic greeted me. I laughed deeply as I lunged for her. She managed to evade me but I was able to trap her in the corner again. A small fist shot out, aiming for my face. I blocked and pinned her arm to the wall. The other arm flew out and met with my jaw. I grunted harshly as I grabbed her firmly and threw her against the wall. She slid down to the floor. My heart was racing as I stood over her. Victory was in the air as I stared down at her. I was just about to knee her when suddenly an explosion of pain erupted through my lower body.

My eyes went wide as the cigarette fell from my lips. She got me… I fell to my knees, my hands cupping my dick. Small tears streaked out from my eyes as Rachel Berry stood up. Her large and luscious brown eyes stared down at me with fire. Why does she look so beautiful? Another powerful force slammed into the side of my face. I fell back onto the floor, groaning. I got done in by a beautiful woman.

I was taking it easy on her. I don't usually hit other women.

Rachel had her back against the wall, her eyes glued to me. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to get a hold of my breathing. A small chuckle erupted from the back of my throat. She's a fighter, certainly not the best, but she's quick-witted and smart. She knows how to handle herself. That's good. It made me like her even more. I dug in my pocket for another cig.

"Hand me my lighter." I groaned out.

Somehow my lighter had managed to fall out from my pocket. Rachel picked it up from the corner and threw it at me harshly. I smiled widely and lit up. The elevator stayed quiet for a while as we both collected ourselves. Warm and fresh blood continued dribbling from my nose. I made no effort to stop it. My suit was already ruined. I slowly sat up, a large breath of smoke oozing out. I wonder how much Dana is going to charge me to get the stain out from this.

"He doesn't know about us. I didn't tell him." The girl finally spoke up.

I eyed her questioningly. "And why not? He's your boyfriend."

She looked away from me, her eyes drifting to the side. "I didn't realize you two knew each other. Tonight was just a coincidence."

"There are no coincidences in life." I blew out. "You know he's married right? He's never going to leave her."

"I'm fully aware of the situation. I've met her before." She responded back.

A small chuckle escaped from my lips. "It explains a lot now."

"What does?" she asked, a bit offended.

I stood up, dusting myself off in the process. I reached over and pressed the button to continue. "Why you're so wound up tight."

"You don't know anything about me." She fired back.

I eyed her sternly. "Ms. Berry you look like you need a good fucking. And I'm going to give it to you pretty soon. Be prepared. It's definitely going to be a long night for you. It could take hours. Regardless, I'm planning on taking full advantage. "

The doors dinged open.

"I'm not sleeping with you by choice."

"We all have a choice Ms. Berry. Just keep telling yourself whatever you have to, to make it through the day." I responded back.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it. Have fun at the party." I left off as I stepped out of the elevator.

I made my way down the hall and to the right. The door was the last one to the left. My mind was a bit intoxicated by the girl in the elevator. Oh, the things I'm going to do to her! The door opened. A blonde woman with curly hair greeted me. She was wearing nothing but lingerie.

"I saw you at the party. I knew exactly who you were. I just couldn't resist."

I stepped into the room. Her face morphed into concern. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" she asked.

Oh right, my face. "I'm fine." I nodded, closing the door.

"Well I know a way to make you feel better." She replied back seductively.

The woman automatically dropped to her knees. "Oh, just stepping right into it huh?" I commented as her hands started undoing my belt. "Be gentle darling. I'm a little bruised and sore."

My pants and boxers pooled around my feet. She was looking at my dick with impressed eyes. Eagerly she stuffed her mouth with my delicious meat. I closed my eyes, enthralling in the moment. My thoughts started drifting off to the kid. I groaned harshly as I imagined her in the woman's place. I grabbed onto the back of woman's head and started pounding myself into the back of her throat. The woman squealed unexpectedly and pulled me out from her mouth. She gasped for breath. A line of saliva trailed from her mouth as she spat onto my shaft, her hands pumping me. After a few more pumps her dirty little mouth took me back in again. I pounded into her throat again. Loud gurgling noises echoed through the room. My dick was as wet as ever.

When I finally pulled out she gasped. I was at full length now. "Bend over the bed. Take off your underwear." I instructed.

The woman did as she was told, her bare white ass glowing in the dimly lit room. "Who paid for you?" I asked as I got myself into position.

"A guy did. He said that you only like girls that are paid for."

I stopped what I was doing and stared at the back of the woman's blonde head. A sudden anger was coursing through my veins. The only person I could think of was….

"That son of a bitch!" I muttered out loud.

"Are you going to put it in yet?" she asked.

I glared down at the woman. Well… if she wants to be fucked. I roughly slapped her pale ass before peeling her cheeks apart. I positioned myself again and shoved myself into her tight little ass. She gasped loudly, her face and hands buried into the sheets.

"You're so fucking big!" she cried out.

"Shut the fuck up." I ordered as I slammed myself into her again.

I quickly slid in and out of her at a rapid pace. My anger was getting the better of me. I could feel it in my movements. Poor woman. She doesn't deserve this. But it's either fucking her roughly or killing her. I'd much prefer the fucking. Slapping noises filled the room as I slammed myself into her over and over again. Her juices flowed down the backs of her legs as I found her spot. She moaned loudly, spreading her legs even further out. I grunted out loud as I felt myself building up. She began crying out loud. My balls slapped harder as I picked up my speed again. Faster... Faster!

"Yes!" she moaned out, almost like a chant.

My body jumped as a loud crash sounded behind me. I pulled out from the woman and looked over at the sound. A large burly man was smacked into the wall. My eyes traveled to the gun he was holding, a large muzzle at the end of it. My eyes met briefly with brown. The woman I was just thinking of. I dove to the floor, crawling behind the bed. The man shouted as he swirled around and elbowed Rachel in the face. He aimed the gun in my direction and fired twice, missing. Where the fuck is my gun? I glanced up. The kid was on his back, clawing at his face. The man threw her off of him and into the dresser. At that point I ran at full speed and tackled him in the doorway, his gun slipping out from his hands and out into the open hallway. I slammed my fist into his face a few times before he flipped me down onto the floor. His large fist rammed down into my face. My vision suddenly blurred. I shook my head to clear it.

Just as I regained my vision another stunning force slammed into my face. I laid flat on the ground as darkness sparkled across my eye sight. I could feel the man crawling over me, his knees and elbows planting into my chest and face. He was going for the gun. My vision blurred and burned as I blinked. It was hard to see much of anything. I coughed out a splatter of blood and made myself move after him. I felt the back of legs and used that to guide myself up his body. I heard him grab the gun from the hallway when he sighed with relief. I quickly crawled onto his back, feeling for his head. I slammed his head into the ground hard and fast. I managed to get in a few more slams until he shifted, trying to aim the gun into my stomach. I rammed my knee into the arm that had the gun. The man cried out as a loud crack echoed in the hallway. The gun fell back onto the floor. I slammed my elbow into the man's face, over and over again. Blood oozed out from him like an exploded ketchup packet. Once the man's arms fell to his side I stopped. I breathed heavily as I rested my forehead on the man's chest. He was still alive, still breathing. I carefully rolled off of him, grabbing the gun. I tried standing up but immediately lost my footing. I clung onto the wall and pulled myself back up.

I wiped my face with my forearm. I could see a little clearer now. The man was lying out in the middle of the hallway. Blood covered his entire face. I couldn't make out a single detail about him. I raised his gun and aimed it at his face. One flash of lightening sparkled from the shot. In that moment the man stopped breathing.

My arm fell limply by my side. I trudged my way back into the room. The blonde woman gasped as she took one good look at me. The kid's mouth fell open with shock. I eyed the two women in the room. No one said a word. I threw the assassins' gun onto the bed. I turned back around and started dragging the man's body back into the room. Once he was in I slammed the door shut. All eyes traveled to the body on the floor. The kid looked absolutely terrified. The blonde whore started crying.

"I would like my gun back now." I declared out loud.

The blonde pulled it out from beneath the bed where she had hidden it. I nodded. "Thank you."

"Wait- I was only here to fuck you and get your gun awa-"I pulled the trigger twice. The woman fell back against the white bed sheets. It was just me and the kid now. I eyed her closely. She wasn't looking at me. It looked like she wanted to hide behind the wall. I walked over to her. She started trembling. I could see that her face had gotten a few scratches and bruises. There was blood smeared across her face. When I reached out to further inspect her wounds she flinched. In that moment it fully hit me. She was scared of me. The terror behind her eyes threw me back into shocking reality.

This kid doesn't belong in a place like this.

I grabbed her by the arm and shoved her against the wall beside the bed. She stood in front of me, her eyes looking away. Her body was shaking tremendously. I grabbed her jaw and turned her face to me.

"Look at me." I demanded roughly.

Her brown eyes darted back to me. Her haunting face filled my line of vision.

"Now you understand what you're dealing with." I expressed with a dark tone.

She didn't say a word, but nodded her head in acknowledgment.

"Don't ever interfere with my affairs again. Do you understand that as well?" I asked.

Again she nodded as best as she could. I turned her face to the left. I examined the small cut on her eyebrow. It didn't look too bad. But there was a lot of blood coming out of it. She might need stitches. Her right eye looked like it was about to start swelling.

I had no idea how she was going to explain this to Artie. The girl looked as if she had gotten run over by an 18 wheeler. Her left strap from the dress was ripped, her hair wild and untamed. I pulled away from the girl. Why is it so cold all of a sudden? I looked down and realized I was still half naked, my dick in plain view. I sighed and quickly plucked my boxers and pants from the floor. I threw them on quickly.

I headed for the bathroom. As I looked into the mirror a horrendous image burned into my memory. My brows rose up in shock. Blood…. blood…. Everywhere, my nose, chin, forehead, cheeks… and even inside my eyes. Images of the current dead man on the floor came to mind. I was completely unrecognizable. It really is true what they say….

I am the monster of the night.

Clear liquid filled my cupped hands as I carefully splashed it onto my face. Red swirled against the marble sink. My face burned warmly as I continued washing the blood away. When I walked back to the room Rachel was still in the same spot. I walked over to her and grabbed her hand, leading her to the bathroom.

"Take off your clothes." I ordered.

The girl's eyes went large. She looked at me with those haunting eyes. Fear….I stood directly in front of her, grabbing her face and pulling it to me. "Take off your clothes or I will take them off for you."

It wasn't a request it was an order. The kid was still shaking, still out of it but she understood. She reached behind her and tried to unzip the back. After a few failed attempts I reached over and unzipped it all the way down. More skin was revealed. I could see that she was wearing a black bra and thong. I swallowed down a heavy groan as I felt myself painfully grow a little hard. Her dress easily pooled at her feet. I backed away now, watching as she turned her back to me. The girl reached behind herself and unclipped her bra. It carefully fell to the floor along with her dress. Her back was completely exposed. Then she slipped off the small black material. I noticed on her right shoulder there was a large and nasty looking bruise. On her left side there was a small cut tracing down to her lower back.

I licked my lips as she slowly spun around. She tried to shield herself as best as she could with her hands, her body contorting into herself. Small tears were running down her face as she stared down at the floor. I roughly smacked her arms away to her side and positioned her body straight. I could finally see her. Her large and perky breasts protruded out from her like a delicious cone. Her nipples were hard dusted pink pebbles. My greedy eyes traveled down her smooth stomach to her curvy hips and to her bare pussy. The inside of my mouth started to water. My dick was stirring with madness. All I wanted to do was fuck her. And I could!

I walked over to her again. She shriveled away from me. I stood inches away from her, breathing heavily down. My eyes drifted down to her breasts again. The girl was doing everything in her power to look away from me.

I fought the urge to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her. Those breasts…. I leaned in. The girl held her breath and let out a soft sob. I reached over her and turned on the shower. I made sure the water wasn't too hot or cold. Off from the side I grabbed a clean white towel and threw it at her. Without another word I turned around and left the room, shutting the door. I breathed out heavily as my back pressed against the door. I stayed that way for a while as I listened. After a while I could hear faint movements as smalls steps reached closer to the door. My heart started racing with anticipation.

Could it be that-

*CLICK*

A frown appeared on my face. She locked the door. Disappointment filled me as I whipped open my cell phone and called my guy.

"What Fabray?" a gruff voice answered.

"I've got two for you." I replied.

There was a moment of silence before the other voice answered back. "Where are you?"

"The gala, room 709." I responded.

"I'll be there in 10." He said.

I sat on the bed, exhaling deeply. I looked around the room. The place looked like a disaster. I let out a heavy sigh and tried to dig around for my cigarettes but they were gone.

"Fuck." I grunted as I listened to the running shower.

It put my mind at ease knowing it was all over. I stood up from the bed and started rummaging through the man's pockets. The only thing I was able to find was fifty bucks in cash and a burner phone. No ID.

"Shit." I mumbled, kicking the man's body.

Tomorrow I had some work to do. But until then, that's all I could do for now.

About fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it. My guy and three other people walked in with a large cart. They were all dressed as cleaning services. My guy and another guy I'd never seen before started working on the bodies. The other two girls started cleaning the walls and floors. The bodies were loaded up into the large cart. In less than 10 minutes the room was clean. I looked around several times. Once I felt satisfied they left. I gathered my coat and guns and walked to the door. The shower was still running. I glanced at the bathroom door a few times, wondering if I should tell her that I was leaving. An image of her horrified face flashed before my eyes. I shook my head. She doesn't give two shits about what I do. I opened the door and quietly left the room. I trudged down the hallway, a limp in my step. It was a long night and all I wanted to do was sleep.

I'm definitely going to need to try to stay off my leg for a while. I think it's broken…I should probably see the doc tonight. Or not. Ehhh, I'll just see her tomorrow. What I really need now is a pack of smokes. I'll get some on the way back home.

"I need a vacation." I muttered just as the doors to the elevator dinged open.

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