Violence

"Who do you think this is?" Kal asks me.

"I am guessing a lackey." I answer my best guess.

"Well if you would just remove your hand from her mouth, she could tell us herself who she is." I contemplate his words before nodding and slowly taking my hand from her mouth.

"So talk. Who are you?" I ask the woman in my arms.

"As if I would ever willingly say a word to a wench like you." the woman spats out.

I choke out a laugh and turn her my way before slapping her across the face. The impact makes her wobble and she falls to her knees. I bend forward and pinch her chin between my fingers, tilting her head back so that she is facing me. I look into her black eyes before asking her once more. "Who are you?"

This time instead of answering me, she spits on my face and I have never been so fucking enraged. I wipe it with the back of my hand before backhanding her with the same one.

"You only open that filthy mouth of yours when you have an answer for me. Or I will fucking sew your mouth shut. And flash news. My stitching skills aren't exactly great."

Well that shuts up her.

I look at Kal to find him already staring at me. He is looking at me with eyes full of questions and I can't help but wonder if I have any answers for him. I look at the woman who is now kneeling in front of me and then gather her hair into my fist and drag her towards the wall.

"I need something to bind her and barricade this room." I tell Kal. He gets my hint and goes out while nodding vehemently with disapproval.

He never approved of my violent methods but this is the only method I know of that works best. I would honestly much rather be left out of this but at the same time I love what I do because it gives my insides a rush everytime and I love every second of the misery I lay on someone's body.

And as I look at the clear, smooth and unblemished skin of my could-be-assassin even though her hands are calloused, I want nothing more than to scar that face. Give her a lifetime reminder of what she tried to do and what backlash she suffered doing that. But I don't have my tools of pain. And without them I feel naked… empty.

The woman tries to kick me against my calf but I stop her midway and bend down before holding up her leg that makes her body topple backwards. I pull on her ankle and use my other hand to twist her ankle. A shrill scream leaves her mouth and I kneel down on the floor to grab the back of her head and pull on her hair while slapping her other cheek with my hand.

I look into her eyes making sure the menace I was carrying was clearly visible to her before I lean forward and whisper in her ear, "You stay the fuck quiet. And if you dare to move another limb of yours, know this. I will fucking kill you."

She solemnly nods before trying to get her hair free from my grip. I let them go and she falls backwards against the wall. I stand up just in time to see Kal coming back and nodding at me in indication that the things I asked of him are done.

"You can leave now. Your reports are surprisingly clear." No shit sherlock. I was just out of magic, nothing else. And now I am so fucking full, that I want to go into my training grounds. Obviously I am okay.

I nod at him before taking the rope from his hand and tying the woman up.

"We will need to take her out of here, unnoticed." I tell Kal hoping he has already solved that bit for me. I hate the logistics part of all this stuff. I am much better for the action.

"I have already made preparations." Now that's the Kal I know.

"Alright. How long?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, a crew enters from the door behind Kal. They have a stretcher and the fact that they don't even twitch an eye at the condition of the woman lying on the floor gives me an idea of who they are.

They walk directly past me to her and put her on the stretcher before applying a piece of duct tape on her mouth and covering her like a dead body. They move to take her out and I follow them.

We take the executive elevator to the basement parking and make our way towards the black van at the corner of the floor. They put the stretcher inside the backdoor and lock the doors. Kal thanks them before handing them a wad of cash.

I take the front passenger seat while Kal moves to take the driver seat.

Buckling the seat belt in place, I turn sideways to look at Kal and ask him about the plan.

"We are going to take her to our downtown warehouse and keep her there until she can give us any reliable information. If she doesn't, we will go ahead and check out the abandoned club of the Green Pit Viper Gang."

Green Pit Viper Gang. The largest organizer of underground fights and third biggest drug dealer that I took down eight months ago. I was contracted to kill the leader and even had an option to take his place but I obviously didn't because all of that is really not my thing. Every gang member had a snake tattoo on their wrists and that's how we identified this woman. But there shouldn't have been anyone alive after we hunted down every single member of the gang and put a bullet in their head.

We are so engrossed in our discussion that it is too late when we notice the beep sound that is coming from under the car.

I look into Kal's eyes before smoke covers every inch of surface around us.

BOOM.