Chapter 33 King After meeting Gray at the clubhouse and confirming my preys location , I pull up in front of The Pink Dollhouse in one of the clutis cans , Its a black sedan with fake plates , something that doesnt draw attention and is easy to dispose of if needed .
I step out of the car , adjusting the cuth of my black suit as I take in the building .
The neon lights flicker , casting a lund glow over the entrance .
where a stream of men line in , their faces full of anticipation and something darker .
Its that time of night when the strip club starts coming to life.
deprived bastards crawling in to see pussy theyll never be able to touch .
Inside , I access my surroundings , taking in everything in a split second .
The exits , the dark corners , the places I can get the job done without anyone noticing .

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Im not here to soak up the sleaze or get lost in the spectacle .
The quicker Ilundle business , the sooner I can get home to my little kitten The club is dimly lit the air thick with the smell of cheap perfume , sweat , and alcohol .
Strobe lights flicker over the stage , where strippers provocatively to Sugar by Sleep Token .
The beat is slow, sultry , and the crowd is lapping it up like pigs at a at a trough dance As loud as the music is , no one will hear his screams .
Perfect .
Our clientele is vast , but most of them arent stupid enough to miss their payments .
They know Gray doesnt fuck around , and when they do , they know hes more than happy to send me out to do the dirty work .
After grabbing a drink .
I spot Albert across the room .
Hes hard to miss , the way hes throwing money around like the slimy businessman he is , stuffing bills into the G string of a stripper .
A group of men in expensive suits are seated with him , their laughter loud and obnoxious , echoing in the room as if they fucking own the place .
Their arrogance is palpable , almost as nauseating as the stench of this place .
Brunos got a rep beating and cheating on his wife , treating her like shit while he vanishes for business trips .
The poor woman is their five children alone .
The world would be so much better without fuckers like him , but at least tonight .
I can show him that his actioni tuve consequences .
Leatch the eye of one of the girls walking by , her gaze shiling over me like she likes what she sees .
After slipping her some cash for a private dance .
I follow her into a back room with a red curtain , my eyes constantly scanning the scene .
Its a place where I can warch .
Bruno without being noticed , a perfect little hideaway where I can plan my next move What kind of dance do you want , big boy ? she asks , her voice dripping with secluction .
I can tell shes very good at her job , but its wasted on me My dick doesnt even witch .
Its not that shes unattractive ; shes just not ber .
Staybe a liste over a week ago , I wouldve been interested , maybe even convinced her to let me fuck her , Buit that was before a little kitten back home got her claws in me I pass the woman two hundred dollars , watching her eyes light up at the easy money .
Just stay here and sat down for a few minutes .
I reply grumly .
She shrugs , more than happy to take the cash and do nothing I pull the curtain back slightly , keeping my gaze locked on Bruno .
Hes still at motorboating a stripper while his friends og him on like the pack of brain dead hyenas they are .
Finally , after what feels like a goddamn eternity , he stumbles to the bathroom alone .
Now , its time to get to work .
Thanks , I say , tipping the stripper another handred before slipping out of the room .
I move through the crowd casually , heading towards the bathroom with my eyes darting around for cameras .
Satisfied that the coast is clear , I slip inside , the smell of piss , vomit , and bleach assaulting my senses , I nearly gag .
Fuck .
I wasnt ready .
id .
Of course , Brunos at the urinal , whistling something off key as he pisses .
He doesnt even glance up as I stop behind him , too lost in his own world .
he wouldnt expect the grim reaper to find him here , in this filthy fucking restroom in a strip club Id rather never step font inside again .
His phone rings , snappang him out of whatever drunken stupor hes in .
He answers it with a snarl , his voice dripping with venam Diane , why the fuck are you calling me ? I can almost hear the fear in his wifes voice , the dread of what hell do to her once he gets home .
No.
You dont need to know where I am .
Ill be home when I get horne .
Call me again , and youll regret it I wonder if I spoke to my kitten like that .
The thought has fury coursing through my veins , but I know killing Bruno in place of what I want to do to her husband would be hard to clean up right now .
And Gray specifically said he was to be left alive .
Stupid bitch, Bruno slurs , hanging up and shoving his phone back into his pocket .
He zips up , turning to leave , probably without washing his filthy fucking hands .
But when he sees me , he freezes , his face going as pale as the walls Chapter 33 would be if they were actually cleaned .
I smirk , letting the moment stretch , watching the recognition and fear bleed into his exposed .
He knows exactly who I am and why Tmn here .
W What are you doing here ? he stammers , and 1 wear , he must not have emptied his bladder all the way because the sharp stench of urine suddenly permeates the air Good .
He should be afraid .
Very tucking afraid .
1 laugh , a low , dark sound that bounces off the grimy , tiled walls .
Why do you look so scared .
Albert? You knew this would happen .
You knew wed track you down His eyes go wide , panic setting in as he realizes he isnt as untouchable as he thought .
P.
Please dont hurt me .
I can have the money wired to Mr.
Bennett next week ou Next week ? I repeat mockingly , arching an eyebrow .
Albert , as you know , it was due today .
On the first of the month .
Not next werk ? Please I do anything just dont do this , he pleads 1 step closer .
my expression hardening Come on , Albert .
Ive got a job to do , and youre holding me up .
Jun be a good boy and put your hand on the sink .
Itll make things quicker .
His eyes dart toward the door , his fight or flight instincts kicking in .
But he should know bener than to run .
Predators like me love the chase I pull out my knife , the blade catching the light .
The sound of it sliding from its sheath is music to my ears , a prelude to the violence thats about to take place .
The payment is only one finger , but if you keep making this diffieds I pouse , twirling the blade in my hand with practiced ease .
I can add on the interest .
But let me warn you 1 tend to get a little carried away when Im having fun .
Hes sobbing now , full on , his pleas turning into desperate , incoherent blubbering .
His whole body shakes as he reluctantly places his hand on the diny sink , accepting his fate with trembling fingers .
Okay .
Go ahead , he chokes out , tears streaming down his face .
With a wolfish grin .
1 position the knife just above his index finger , my voice a dark murmur .
Hold still Albert .
This is gonna hurt .
A lot .
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