2. Braxton

CHAPTER 2

Braxton

G oddamn that girl is filled with fire and rage. FUCK she's incredible.

When I came down to the club floor, this sorry excuse of a man was harassing girls and locked one in the bathroom with him. The poor girl was traumatized. She said he tried to take advantage of her and wouldn't take no for an answer. That won't go without consequence in my club. I may be rough around the edges but I will never allow disrespect toward a woman.

This asshole took time away from my Daniella. Well, maybe she's not mine, but she will be. I'll make sure of it. For his inconsiderate actions and lack of respect, he'll be the one to suffer and quench the thirst for blood that I feel brewing. Dragging the motherfucker through the back door and outside by his hair, I grab his throat and slam him against the brick wall.

"You've got some balls there, buddy. Coming into my club and disrespecting a woman like that? I can't let that slide, Zeke." This is not the first time this scum has been to Black Lux but it IS the first time he was a problem. I can feel his throat bob as he tries to get air to his lungs, his face turning bright red and his nails digging into my wrist, trying to pry my arm away. This is the struggle I need, the struggle I crave.

In the alleyway behind the club, you can access the basement. I decided to keep business away from pleasure and ensured my so-called work space could only be entered from outside. It's locked twenty-four hours a day and I am the only person that can get in. I had an electric locking system built into the door that can only be opened by the microchip that I had implanted in my wrist.

The "bouncer", Tristan, who is always on guard at the back door, stands ready, awaiting my instructions. Pulling him over to the door by the back of his neck, I bring my wrist up to the sensor and the locks start to click as the door cracks open. Adrenaline begins to pump through me as I think about what I'll be doing next.

Dragging the scumbag down the steps into the basement with Tristan following closely behind, I throw him onto a metal table and Tristan ties his extremities to the legs, so he is spread out. All this time, Zeke has not spoken a single word. Let's see how long it takes before he's begging for mercy he will not receive.

His forehead is covered in sweat as he stares at me. If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man. I tilt my head from one side to the other, staring directly back into his terrified eyes. "You picked the wrong night to fuck up."

He snorts and narrows his eyes at me. "Where's your proof that they didn't ask for it?" Oh fuck, this is going to be so much fun.

Going over to the cabinets on the other side of the room, I look through my tools to see what kind of fun we can have. Grabbing the scalpel and butcher knife, I walk back over to my entertainment of the night. "You come into my club, thinking you can make women uncomfortable with your stares, your touch, and your tiny dick? Well I'm going to return the favor and take them all from you, Zeke." His eyes widen in horror when he sees what I brought over.

Grinning down at his sweat-covered face, I pick up the butcher knife, and before he can even blink, I slam it down onto his left hand, severing his fingers in a clean cut. Blood pours out, spraying all over my shirt and the floor beneath him. If the basement wasn't soundproof, his ear-piercing screams would be an issue. They leave little to the imagination. Bending down, I grab two fingers off the floor. Taking a quick glance around the room, I spot a roll of duct tape nearby and snag it off the tray. Returning to the table, I look down at the pathetic excuse of a mine. "Enjoy fucker." I spit out, shoving the fingers in his mouth. I quickly slap the tape over his lips, forcing him to either swallow them or let the blood drip down his throat.

I follow through with my words. I remove his dick with the butcher knife slowly, ensuring he feels every slice of the blade. I have never given much thought to the amount of blood in a dick until now. I watch the crimson liquid pour out in amazement before I fully take notice of the size. This guy's cock is the size of my pinky and he still has the audacity to try and big dick me with his words. What a joke. Once I finish laughing at his pain, I pick up the scalpel and shove it through his eye. The wet squelching noise from the force of it driving through the socket makes me want to gag.

When the little shit finally takes his last breath, I order Tristan to get rid of the body. Thank fuck I had a fully equipped bathroom with a shower added down here. Stepping into the shower after undressing, I watch the blood that covers my skin drip down my body and into the drain. I let the scorching water calm my nerves and bring my adrenaline level down.

After cleansing myself of Zeke's blood, I throw on a fresh button-up shirt and some dress pants that I had previously left down here and roll the shirt sleeves up to my elbows. I head back out to the alley and into the club. Stopping at the door, I take a quick look around for Dani. To my disappointment, I don't see her angelic face. "Fuck," I grumble to myself, making my way over to the stairs and taking each step one at a time.

Walking into the office and closing the door, I make my way over to the bar cart and pour some Basil Hayden whiskey into a glass. Downing it in one gulp, I pour another glass and head over to my desk. As I sit down, something catches my eye. I see a sticky note with a message, number, and it's signed by Daniella. Her note makes my cock twitch with excitement. Knowing this wasn't a one-sided interest makes me even more determined to see her again. She has even more fire in her than I thought. My sexy Little Rage. I smile to myself and stand, sliding the note in my pocket, and leave the office to head home. Once I'm home, I silently thank myself for showering at the club and go right to bed.

Waking up the following morning, I roll out of bed and make my way down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. To no surprise, my best friend Carter is sitting at the kitchen island like this is his house. Carter and I have been best friends since we were fifteen, causing mayhem together in high school. No matter where we were, we always brought the fun. At least, it was fun for us…

"What are you doing here already, Carter?" I see he has already made coffee and poured himself a cup. Asshole.

"Can't I just want to come spend some quality time with my devilishly handsome best friend?" He gives me a sarcastic wink then follows it up by saying, "I've been seeing a girl for a while and for some reason, I actually want to keep seeing her. She's incredible." Neither Carter nor I have ever been known to date, we just fuck around and disappear. Odd, we're both having the same problem right now. I head over to stand on the opposite side of the island from him.

"So… you potentially having feelings for a girl brought you to my house at 9am?" Carter rolls his eyes.

"No, numb nuts. We have The Pursuit tonight and we need to get things ready. I invited her and I want to make sure it's all done right. Tell me you didn't forget about it? Did you even invite anyone?" Fuck. I totally forgot about it.

"No…I didn't forget, it just slipped my mind for a minute and obviously I invited someone. Let me go change and we can head out."

Heading up the stairs after downing my coffee, I throw on some grey sweats and a t-shirt. The Pursuit is our yearly summer chase. We hold it in an abandoned building each year. Everybody wears a costume to add to the fun. The guys typically wear a mask of some sort, while the girls seem to wear less and less each year. Each participating male chooses one female to "pursue" and if they catch them, they can do whatever they want to them as long as the female is willing. This year we chose an abandoned mall on the outskirts of town.

Before heading back down the stairs, I search through the pockets of my pants from last night, and grab the note from Dani to send her a quick text.

Me: Hey Little Rage, stranger here. Got any plans tonight?

Pocketing my phone, I meet Carter outside and hop in my black, lifted Ford Raptor as he climbs in the passenger seat, claiming aux, and blasting ‘Bring Me The Horizon'. Twenty minutes later, we park at the costume store and as we're heading in, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see a text from Dani.

Little Rage: Little Rage? Cute. No plans tonight, probably will just head to a party or something. You?

Me: Have you heard of The Pursuit?

Little Rage: I would have to be sleeping under a rock to not have heard about it.

Me: Come with me tonight?

Little Rage: Sounds fun. Pick me up at 8? I'll send my address later.

Me: See you then.

Smiling to myself, I put my phone back in my pocket and start searching for Carter. I find him in the mask aisle holding three different masks. "Which one is creepy but not enough to turn you off?" I can't help but chuckle.

"The blue LED skull for sure." I spot the mask I want right away. A black mask with purple LED features, X's for eyes and stitching for the mouth. We take our items up to the register and check out before heading back to the truck.

Carter looks at me with his lip stuck out. "Lunch date on you?" This fucking guy. Always wanting food.

"Sure, princess." He gasps.

"Oh fuck off Braxy." I hate that nickname so fucking much. We decide to stop for burritos on the way back to the house. When we pull into the driveway, Carter immediately grabs the bag of food and runs inside. Somehow this fucker has a key to my house. I swear to fuck, I'll strangle him. Getting inside, I close the door behind me and find him sitting at the island. I sit on the stool next to him and grab my food. I start to eat before looking over and seeing that his is nearly gone. Jesus Christ. Carter's phone starts to ring and he looks at it before huffing. "Yo, what's up, Vin? Uh huh. Okay see you in ten." He hangs up the phone and turns to me. "We have a woman beater to kill." Thankfully, it's only noon and we have plenty of time to spare.

"I just got my truck cleaned so you can drive." I say, as he grabs his keys and we head out to his black Jeep Wrangler. We speed down the highway to what I assume is the warehouse where Vinny handles his dirty work.

We pull up in the back and head inside after. As soon as we walk through the door, I can smell death. We move toward the middle of the warehouse, where I can make out the faint sounds of conversations. Walking into the room, it's empty except for Vin, his brother Lorenzo, and the poor bastard being held to the wall spread eagle by chains. Looking to my right, there's an awfully mutilated body lying in blood. Not sure that I want to know what he did to deserve that. It must've been pretty bad.

We spend hours beating this guy to a pulp. I cut both of his hands off, then cauterize the nubs to stop the bleeding. Carter removes each toe, one by one, until he finally speaks up and gives the answers Vinny needs. When we are finally finished, the sun is starting to set and I check my phone. Five p.m. I'm supposed to pick up Dani at 8pm. I see she sent me her address and I decide I'd rather not be late. We say our goodbyes and head back to the house to prepare for the night.