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I walked over to the counter and sat down, ordering the most expensive drink the bar had. The bartender looked me up and down, smirking before taking my order. I scoffed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about me and resisted the urge to break his front two teeth. My ears were ringing from the loud music and the smell of sweat and sex filled the smoky room. The club was lively, every corner buzzing as shots were poured and money was gambled. I pulled up my tight bodycon dress, attempting to show off my slender figure and blend into the scene. I searched for the target among the dancing, hot bodies, wanting to get this over and done with and go home.

Frankly, I was fucking annoyed that my asshole of a brother had asked to me to go do something as insignificant as this on a Friday night and I couldn't wait to get my hands on this guy and get the fuck out of here . Snapping out of my bitch fest towards my brother, I finally spotted him on the dancefloor and as he saw me, his eyes went straight to my legs just like the fucking pervert he was. I smiled cockily, luring him towards me and teasing him by bending down and exposing my cleavage, which grabbed his attention before I walked away into one of the many dingy reeking rooms this place had to offer. I already knew how guys like him were, they were all horny bastards just wanting a good fuck and I knew he would follow me eagerly. I kicked off my heels and the door burst open as the greedy bastard grabbed me, his hands hastily unzipping my dress as he sloppily kissed me. I played along, pulling his hair harshly pretending to be interested and felt my dress slipping off my shoulders. Once it pooled at my feet, I reached for the gun in my stockings and pushed him away, pointing it at his head. He fell to his knees and looked up at me, his eyes widening as he realised what had happened. I loved the fear in his eyes.

"Where's the money you owe, sweetheart? I'm not in the mood so make it fast, I don't want to call someone to clean your blood off the walls."

" I-i haven't got it.. I need a couple of days..."

I fired the gun in the air.

"Why the fuck do they all think I have a couple of days to wait around for them? Give me the fucking money now or end up dead, it's simple."

The dumb fucker looked at me with pleading eyes, silently trying to convince me to spare his life as I aimed to fire the bullet but before I could shoot, I felt a gun pressed into the back of my head.