Saccharide Heinz
Paris, France: Le Garde Robe Elite Bar
The smell of beer is in the air and the flickering lights that almost made me faint from the disco ball filled the minibar of my condo. My crazy gang members' screams of enjoyment filled my ears as they flirted with the naked hookers inside our private compartment.
"Cheers!"
Shaking my head in annoyance as my gang members rented a V.I.P room and bought the most vintage wines using my credit card without my permission, Nightmare handed me a glass of beer before throwing his arms over my shoulders.
I scooted far from him before saying, "Fuck off..."
He shrugged and stood up to climb the pool table.
"We're forever going to have this fucking reason to sin!" the natured colored hair sang to the ear-piercing beat of the music and danced crazily on the top of the pool table, fondling the breast of that one stripper.
And who is a crazy member?
Yep, it's only Nightmare...
Taking in all of the content of my glass, I ignored the hooker beside me and sent her away to flirt with Blood Shed instead. She got rejected the same way but Nightmare gladly accepted her, along with the other two naked sluts.
"Okay okay. My dear mates!" Nightmare stopped the music and made the girls leave the room in the meantime. "The Massacre is back in the business!"
"Mr. Target is gone without consent but who the fuck cares, right?" he said."As long as Mr. Therapy is back... Better not bitter!"
He drunk a lot so his face was flustered and red, the lighting inside the room was not helping to conceal his drunk expression.
"Why didn't you bring your girl, boss?" He asked and approached me in my seat. "I'm sure she's already baptized by your holy seeds..."
His laughter pissed the hell out of me so I stood up and set the slender glass on the pool table to get out of here. I turned to Nightmare and said, "She's not."
"Oh right! Oh right... You're very conservative about the girl's flower" he chuckled and clung onto my biceps while playfully rubbing it seductively.
"Nightmare you're drunk..." Blood Shed tried to stop him but the boy was too drunk to be stopped.
"Huh? No! Today is the date we get to commemorate that time when..." he chattered and went into a thinking position. "Wait wait— what did you do again...?"
"Yeah! You fucked that blonde chic in front of your Aksenov bitch..." he laughed.
The date today. So that is why Racquel was so clingy. This was the date of Raine's initiation when I took Racquel's first time in bed with me.
"Stop..." I whispered.
"Whoo! You should have seen how we kept her eyes fixated on the two of you—" he laughed louder. "-while making love~"
Mother fucker...
"Congratulations to our Boss!" he proposed glass in front of my face. "The one who fucks her girl's best friend first before the 'love' of his life!"
Blood spattered on the pool table as I pressed the broken glass piece inside his mouth, forcing it into his throat. He struggled while the contents of the sparkling wine spiraled along within his blood.
"You're lucky that I have been in therapy or else that will be the last beer you'll ever taste," I said and finally dropping the glass, letting it split into pieces.
"I quit..." I grabbed my coat and turned to Phoenix who was helping Nightmare with getting up on the floor with bleeding gums and swollen lips.
"You won't leave this gang," he sounded like he's threatening me, "Your father will not allow it..."
Yeah, there's my father in his statement again...
Like always...
"Guess what?" I smirked. "I already left. This gang belongs to you now..."
"I'll give you the chance to be the owner this time. Instead of a dog who is always following orders with a quick whistle"
After that I slammed the door and left them flabbergasted of what I just did, giving no damn about their fucking bullshits. I won't sleep in Raine's because my disorder was triggered, I might do something again.
I'll just call her when I get back to my condominium...
xXx
Third Person
Paris, France: Le Garde Robe Elite Bar
Nightmare grunted as Phoenix threw him on the couch to rest after the attack their boss did.
Well, by the looks of the situation, they could call him their "ex-boss".
"What will we do? It didn't work..." Nightmare with a sore mouth tried to speak as the blood continuously ran down from the side of his gums.
"It seems that your plan A isn't working, huh?" Blood Shed chuckled and slouched his back on the seat, sinking into its leather material "What if your plan B and C didn't work out?"
"Doesn't matter. There are 26 letters in the alphabet" the blonde-haired boy replied.
Phoenix smirked as he looked down from the window of the second floor of the building to find Saccharide walking away. Just as expected, he received a phone call.
The familiar voice on the other side of the line made his blood pump to extreme excitement.
"Great timing..." he responded, "4th Street Cemetery"
At the sound of his voice and his gesture, Nightmare knew exactly what to do so he got up and exited the room to prepare the vehicle.
"You coming Blood Shed?" Phoenix asked the snow haired boy who was currently drinking a new beverage, before putting down his phone.
"Is it fun there?" the smiling boy asked.
"Lots," Phoenix replied.
"Nope, I don't want any fun today..." Blood Shed sighed and let the blonde boy leave him alone in that cold and cozy space.
He was relaxing when three sluts entered before looking at him with lustful eyes. They approached him and he knew exactly what they are asking for.
"Ugh! I said I don't want any fun today..."
Too bad...
He's a magnet to all of the fun...