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Kitty took a seat at the bar, her lips curled in disgust. The bartender asked her if she wanted and drink and she nodded.
"Scotch" she said. She looked around the club. The music was loud, deafening. She noticed she was the only woman without a date. The only woman who wasn't dancing on a pole, that is.
Kitty had done her research. This supposed gang was exactly the type she hated. Murder, drug trade, sex trafficking you name it.
But what really made her blood boil was the kidnapping of young girls to sell their bodies. It wasn't difficult to find the leader. Everyone knew he was at his club every night.
Oh she would enjoy crushing him. When she finished her drink she stood. This was Kathryn Novaek in her element. Her usually tied back hair was let loose and curled to perfection.
Her make up was dark, her eyes lined and her lips painted blood red. Her black dress was skin tight and paired with killer heels. She was a sight to behold.
Kitty approached the VIP lounge and studied the two men guarding it. "Well hello there" her voice was husky, seductive.
The first man smiled at her but the second remained stoic. "Hello. What's a beautiful woman like you doing by yourself?" He asked. Gotcha. Kitty grinned, stepping forward.
She placed a hand on his arm, "I was just looking for some company" the man grinned at her "well I can help you with that" he turned to the other man, who was scowling at him.
"Stay here. I'll be back." He took Kitty's hand and led her to the back of the club. She had no intention of doing anything with this man. Lord knows if Vito found out he'd go ballistic.
The man pulled her into a dark room and pressed her up again the door. Kitty wrapped her arm around his neck. "I didn't catch your name?" She said.
"Gregor" Kitty nodded. She placed her lips by his ear "I'm Kathryn. Kathryn Novaek." By the time he registered the name 'Novaek' it was too late.
She grabbed his arm, stepped behind him and slammed him against the door. "You bitch!" He yelled. Kitty chuckled "now that's not very nice" he tried to free himself but Kitty twisted his arm and he yelped, falling to his knees.
"The passcode to the VIP door. What is it?" Gregor spat "fuck you. I'm not telling you anything" Kitty pulled his arm from his socket.
He screamed and she turned him to face her, knocking his head on the door. "The fucking passcode?" He remained silent. She broke his nose.
"Passcode" silence. She traced the tattoo underneath his eye, her nail an inch away from his eye, then she pried his eye open and stuck her nail into his eyeball.
She laughed when he screamed. She pried his eye from its socket and tossed it to the ground. "I'm going to ask you one more time and if you don't tell me I'm going to tear your balls off with my bare hands and shove it down your fucking throat. What is, the passcode?"
"2276!" He yelled. She smiled. She reached beneath her dress "thank you." She kissed his forehead lightly and then slit his throat.
She stepped away from his body and out the door. She didn't hesitate when she stuck her dagger into the second guard's neck and she watched him bleed out on the floor.
One of the girls in a skimpy outfit saw her. Kitty smiled and placed a finger on her lips. The girl nodded and Kitty stepped into the room.
All eyes snapped to her. She tilted her head. One of the men stood up and she flicked her wrist. Her dagger landed in his chest and he dropped to the floor.
She pulled two more daggers from her dress as four men approached her. She hit one of them in he head with the butt of the dagger before sticking it in his neck.
She whirled around and punched another in the face. She heard a crack and his eyes widened in surprise. She stabbed him in the jugular.
She knocked the third guy out with a punch to the jaw and fourth guy with a round house kick to the temple.
The entire room was in shock. Kitty knelt and pulled the gun from one of the knocked out guys. She hated guns. They were so heavy.
Nevertheless, she shot both guys on the floor who she had not killed before dropping the gun again. She turned to the rest of the men. "I only really want to know which one of you is Gerard Lockhart."
A man, no, a boy stepped forward. "I'm Gerard" he said. Kitty couldn't stop herself. She laughed. "You're the one who ordered the hit on Vito Schnabel's club? No wonder your gang has such a stupid name. I mean 'Sterling Shadow'? Honestly?" The boy, Gerard, clenched his fists
"Who the fuck are you, bitch?" Kitty looked him in the eyes "why, I'm your worst nightmare, kid" Gerard snorted. Two more of his men went down, daggers to the throat.
"I wouldn't get cocky, Gerard" Kitty smiled. She walked forward, Gerard only had two men left. It was game over for him.
The two men surged forward and were dead less than a second later. Gerard's eyes widened. "It's just you and me now."
Kitty circled him, her hand on his shoulder. She stood behind him, lips to his ear. "Let's have some fun shall we?" She forced him into a chair.
She picked up the forgotten bottle of tequila on the table and poured herself a drink. "Do you like forcing young girls into prostitution, Gerard?" She asked.
He remained silent. Kitty placed her glass in the table, pulled a dagger from one of the dead men and stepped in front of Gerard.
The look in her eyes was pure chaos. This was Kitty's true form. This was really her. Her eyes were wide with rage, her face flushed.
Gerard trembled. Kitty grabbed his hand and cut his pinky finger off. Gerard screamed. "I asked you a question!" Blood squirted from the stump on his hand.
"I've heard all about you. You like laying your hands on women?" One by one, she sliced his fingers off. Blood pooled on the floor. Gerard stared at the bloody stumps left on his hands, pieces of bone still stuck out from it.
Kitty was a formidable sight. Her face splattered with blood and her eyes manic. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him to the floor.
"I will make you regret your very existence. Gerard Lockhart." He screamed as the points of her heels dug their way into his flesh. Kitty grinned, the childlike delight in her eyes scary.
He tried to scrambled away from her but Kitty simply knelt down and broke both of his legs. Outside of the room the loud music made certain no one heard his screams for mercy.
And no one came to help Gerard Lockhart. Not when Kitty used her dagger to remove his dick. Not when she plucked his eyes out with the point of her dagger.
Not when she sliced his tongue out and certainly not when she carved the skin of his body. When Kitty stood from the floor nearly an hour later, her face was splattered with blood and Gerard Lockhart had bled to death and had suffered unimaginable pain.
Kitty wipes her dagger with the suit jacket of one of the dead men and finishes her drink. She sighs, she had hoped this would be a bit of a challenge. Oh well.
Kitty stepped out of the room and climbed onto the bar. She lifted the gun she took from one of the dead men and fired twice. The entire club halted. The music stopped and everyone turned to look at her.
"All of the girls in the club are free to go. In the next five minutes multiple cars will arrive. You will give them your name and they will take you somewhere safe where you will be cleaned and fed. After that they will take you home.
Gerard Lockhart is dead. You have your freedom back." She stepped off the bar and walked out, a grin etched onto her face.
Later, those girls would whisper of a woman, clad in black who had saved them. A fallen Angel.
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