Bounty Hunter

Reed

Unlike the other days, I wasn’t sitting at my usual spot in the club. That would have been too easy for my little flower to spot me. Another thing, I wasn’t dressed in my signature colour, and no face cap to cover my face.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I wore a white T-shirt and black jeans split at the knee level, then three a black and white plaid shirt over it. It was not my style, but I was trying to break out of my routine.

I’ve been sitting in the club for over an hour now and my little flower was yet to notice me. Every now and then, I’d catch her staring at the corner of the room, hoping to see me.

I had another waiter that wasn’t Alex or my little flower tend to me. I was halfway into my second glass of whiskey when I caught sight of an asshole grabbing Zinnia’s butt.

Rage spread through my body, my vision getting cloudy as I thought of several ways to end his life. I squeezed my hand so tight that the glass broke, pinching my skin and crimson spilled.

Alex came to her aid, but the man was built and what could two girls do against a man built as a hunk? When he pushed Alex off him making her land on her butt and began to lead my little flower towards the back door, I decided it was time to intervene.

I took long strides and soon, the cold night air was slapping my face.

“Get your hands off me, you jackass,” Zinnia yelled and the man slapped her before tightening his hold on her.

“I suggest you do as she says,” I spoke calmly. Whilst the man turned to look at me, Zinnia took off, I assumed back into the club.

“Who are you again,? The man asked and I resisted the urge to smile.

“Someone who’s about to teach you not to touch what does not belong to you,” I began to approach him.

“What? That bitch? She’s for everyone,” the guy murmured and it took every goddam cell in my body not to split his throat this instant.

I quickly fished out my phone and sent a quick message to Hermine, before focusing my attention back to the man before me.

I took out the spare knife I had tucked inside my socks. The man’s eyes widen at the sight of this.

“Hey man, relax. No need to fight over that slut. I’m down for a threesome if you’re interested.”

Ignoring the cuts from earlier, I squeezed the knife in the palm of my hair in a bid to calm the rage boiling inside of me. No one talks about my little flower like this man just did and walks away unscathed.

I continued walking towards him, and the moment he lost focus, my knife pierced into his chest, just above his heart. He screamed out in pain and I put my hand over his mouth.

“That woman you just called a slut is mine. You’ll regret calling her that,” I leaned in and whispered in his ear. I rose to my feet at the sound of tyres screeching. Hermine and another one of my employees walked towards me.

“Take him away,” I murmured, walking back into the club. I walked in just in time to see Alex lead Zinnia to what I assume is the bathroom. I followed, blood dripping from my hand.

I pushed the door open and sighed in relief when I noticed the bathroom was empty, with only Alex and Zinnia. They turned and looked at me.

“Get out, this is the lady’s restroom!” Alex yelled, pointing at the door. I couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on my lips as the realisation of who I was dawned on my little flower.

“I’ll handle it, Alex. His harmless,” my little flower spoke, earning a frown from Alex. She was about to counteract but dropped it and then stormed past me and out of the bathroom.

“I’m harmless?” I questioned with a smirk as I began to approach my little flower.

“What do you want?” She began to back away from me, but she was relatively smaller compared to me, her strides even shorter. I quickly closed the gap between us and scooped her with the hand that wasn’t bleeding.

“What do I want? I want you my little flower. Seeing you helpless back there made my cock concrete hard,” I whispered, barely inches away from my ear. As I pulled back, I watched the hairs on her body stand on ends.

“You’re a psychopath. Who gets turned on by someone’s fear?”

“Me, my little flower. But not just anyone. Just you,” I closed the gap between us by crashing my lips against hers. She sighed and visibly relaxed, melting into my skin.

I bite her bottom lip hard and I taste her blood. Fuck! She tastes divine, it’s playing with my senses.

My little flower moaned. I seized the opportunity and invaded her mouth with my tongue, memorising every angle of her mouth. I groaned when I felt her start to pull away.

I used my free hand and lifted her, placing her on the slab and making it impossible for her to run.

I clashed my lips against hers. She moaned instantly. I placed the knife on the slab so I could use my free hand to grab her neck.

“Oh my God, you’re bleeding,” Zinnia murmured, worry settling on her beautiful face.

“I know,” I make my way to her neck. I sunk my teeth inside and she screamed, and then I sucked away the pain, making my way to her ear where I nibbled on her earlobe.

“You need first aid kit,” her voice and body shivered as she spoke.

“Oh, my little flower, that should be the least of your concerns” I pulled back so my face was inches away from hers.

Fear pooled in the corner of her green eyes, and just when I thought I couldn’t get more aroused, I was proved wrong.

I was so mesmerized by her plump lips and was about to lean in for another taste of heaven that I didn’t realise my little flower had gotten a hold of the knife.

Pain coursed through my upper arm as a result of the knife piercing through my skin. I groaned and stepped back. My little flower seized the opportunity to free herself, but before she could make it to the door, I caught up with her, pulling her by the hair, grabbing her neck and pinning her against the door.

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