[Hunter's POV]
The wine swirled in the glass, glittering under the dim light of the club. I relaxed back into the sofa, taking a quick scan of the area. Irritation bubbled inside me as the sleazy guy beside me exhaled out smoke.
"Take it somewhere else."
A shit eating grin made its way on his face as he turned to me, "Can't, I'm on duty right now."
I rolled my eyes at him before beckoning one of our men near. "How many girls work here?"
"Sir, there are eight working currently and-"
"Nine." The spawn of Satan interrupted.
"What do you mean? I questioned him but he just looked away with the smile intact. I want to knock out his teeth and bury him with them
"You will see."
My hand tightened on the glass causing it to break. Shit! The wine and blood mixed together, staining the carpet below.
"Fuck!" I got up, cursing, while Icarus just laughed, clicking his tongue at me.
"Tch, tch, tch, the show hasn't even begun yet and you're already bleeding."
