Page 18 of We The Depraved

I wave him off and find my way outside. There’s a line a mile long to get in wrapped around the building. For a second, I spare some of the people a glance and then stagger around to other side of the building out of sight and mind.

I want to smoke a cigarette.

Or weed,I think.Weed would be so good.

It’s as if God is finally smiling on me. The smell of marijuana filters into my nose and some guy leans against the side of The Crescent with me. I look over at him. He’s good looking, Hispanic. His hair has been buzzed so far down I can tell it’s a fresh cut. He resembles that actor from Good Girls except that he has green eyes and about five tattoos decorating his skin.

“Want some?”

I nod and he hands the joint over.

Even though he’s a stranger, I don’t mind. The smoke fills my lungs and I cough. My eyes are probably as red as the Devil’s dick.

He takes it back, our fingers brush against each other and he puts the rolled up paper back to his mouth. The end burns red and angry and then he hands it back.

“My names Mateo,” he offers.

I don’t tell him my name.

The idea of conversation isn’t on the table.

When the smoke hits my lungs again, I cough even harder this time.

“I’m a friend of Anthony Dias,” he states cooly, bobbing his head as he receives the spliff back.

Even though I feel fuzzy and I’m in a state of both drunkenness and being high, I hear him loud and clear. It’s like my life flashes before my eyes because before I can react, Mateo has his large hands around my neck.

“I don’t know anybody by that name,” I tell him.

Knee him bitch,I think.

My limbs don’t seem to be listening to my commands. He hovers over me and I get a good look at his face. His eyes are dark and full of hatred.

“Don’t play with me bitch. Where the fuck is Carla and Anthony?”

Both his hands are around my neck and squeezing now. I’m trying to form words but I can’t think.

I can’t fucking breathe.

CHAPTER7

Niki

There is a hazy red glow coming off the neon sign outside of the club. A crescent moon smiles back at me, the lights appearing hazy. I’m in the blacked out Mercedes across street from The Crescent. Tonight, I have plans on announcing my ownership even though I know my future bride has already been made aware. The previous owner called me and told me that she was and I quote, “Madder than a cat doused in gasoline.”

I smile thinking about his words.

My kitten,I think.She has claws.

She has a waiting pussy, too.

I hear a grumbles from the backseat, and a sigh from the seat to the right of me. My brothers are getting restless and I can’t blame them. Artur, Erik and Damien have piled into my car.

“I want to see titties,” Artur grumbles from beside me.

“Yes, I don’t want to sit in the car with you all night watching the fucking line wrap around the building,” Erik snarls.

“Shut the fuck up,” I tell them.