Page 13 of Disco Fever

I pulled Dot close as her hands slid under my shirt and across my chest, my own mask securely in place. “Just be careful, Kitty Kat.” She nodded as I slid her the small baggie, watching as she tucked it into her tube top.

Her long nails gripped my chin softly. “You know I can take care of myself. Now, just hang back. This shouldn’t take long.” We both watched as Kat turned and walked towards the group, her leather pants nearly squeaking as she moved, the men waiting as they smoked their cigarettes.

I pulled Dot close, the two of us backing up against the side of the club as we hid in the shadows, watching. Dot was shivering ever so slightly, her cold hands holding me tight as the skimpy, thin sequin dress did little to warm her. Even with her denim coat, she was freezing. I removed my leather jacket and wrapped it around her small frame, nearly laughing at how oversized it looked on her. Her golden curls waved around her face as she flashed me a sweet smile, quickly turning back to watch Kat with such tender concern. “Is she going to be okay?” Her whispered voice tugged at my heart.

“Our girl knows how to handle herself. More than even I do.” I tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her blue eyes looking up at me. “You really care about her, don’t you, angel?”

“Yeah. Both of you.” Dot leaned closer. “You’re my devils, and I’m your angel.” Hearing her state such a thing aloud was breathtaking. “I’m in this for both of you.” Her finger tapped my mask. “Don’t forget it.”

“Oh, trust me, angel, I won’t.” My hand gripped her chin as she smiled up at me, her irises burning through the eyeholes of the mask and into my soul. “But always remember this: I may seem big and bad, but Kat is in charge. She’s the boss aroundhere. As long as you make her happy and take care of her, I’ll do the same for you.”

“What about you?” she asked in a whisper. “Who gets to make you happy, Dante?”

I gently lifted my mask enough for her to see my smile as I pulled her close. She was barely standing on her toes as I grinned down at her. “Why, both of you. But as long as my Kitty Kat is happy, then I am too.” I leaned down and kissed Dot, gripping her jaw tight as she released the most delicious moan into me, her taste soaking my taste buds as I tried to hold back. I would’ve completely lost myself too, but the sounds of scuffling and groans caught our attention.

Dot and I turned back and looked in Kat’s direction, noticing the deal had gone sour. Two men were holding her arms as a third punched her stomach. Absolute rage and anger coursed through my veins, igniting this animalistic charge inside me. I placed my mask back down and brushed past Dot. “Stay here!” I pulled a knife from the outside pocket of my jacket around her shoulders. “I’ll handle this!” Kat’s grunts filled my ears as my vision began to blur red.

“Like hell!” Dot pulled a dainty knife from a hidden sheath around her thigh, concealed by her sequin dress. “That’sourgirl, Dante. I’m coming with you.” I eyed her thigh, looking her up and down in complete shock. “What? A girl can never be too careful.” Dot winked.

I was too focused on helping Kat to argue with her. But truthfully, hearing her call Kat ours and whipping a blade out in defense for her, well, it was fucking hot. Dot remained behind me as I towered over her and quickly aimed for Kat and the men. They didn’t hear me, too focused on jumping her, that I was able to rush them, my fist swinging into the man hitting her. He fell to the pavement as this demon inside me took over. Blood soaked his face as I punched in his teeth, listening as he gagged on them.

“Dante!” My head whizzed back to Kat as the two men tried to drag her away. Adjusting my grip on the handle, I ran to the closest one, piercing it deep into his neck with a grunt as his blood spewed across my body. His eyes stared back at me, wide, as I pushed the blade deeper, completely sucked into the moment as the sound of Dot screaming made Kat and I both snap our heads. The blonde bombshell had run in her platform heels and jumped on the second man’s back. She was stabbing her baby knife into his flesh as he spun and screamed, frantically trying to stop her. Blood shot from his body in all directions. She moved so fast, stabbing him over and over until he fell to the ground, groaning and unconscious.

Dot stood, tossing her hair back as her eyes met ours, burning blue against the man’s blood smeared across her face. “What?” She huffed. Kat and I looked at one another, completely stunned, as the dancer licked her lips and fixed her dress. The man groaned again as she kicked him with her heel. “That’sfor hurting my girl!” She carefully stepped over him, purposely crunching his balls as she walked over to us with a smile; her usual demeanor returned.

Seeing her snap—change into such a deadly little thing—left us speechless.

“Who gave her the knife?” Kat asked, lifting her mask as she glanced between us.

Dot wiped her blade against the dead man’s jacket laying at my feet. She propped her leg up on his chest, pulling her dress back before returning it to the dainty sheath around her thigh. I glanced back at Kat, cleaning my own knife on my shirt. “It seems our angel isn’t as innocent as we thought.”

“A pleasant surprise,” Kat whispered.

The man Dot had attacked groaned again, his body slightly rolling as he regained consciousness. Dot ran to him as we followed. “Bastard!” she shouted, kicking him again and again.

“Easy, angel.” I gently pulled her back as Kat crouched, slapping the man’s face to keep him awake, but he quickly passed out.

“Let’s get him out of here. Our new friend won’t be out much longer, and I have questions I need answered.” She glanced up at me. “You got him?”

I nodded. “I got it.” I leaned down, lifting the man and tossed him over my shoulder, as Kat and I began to head to our car. She popped the trunk as I tossed him inside, the car bouncing from his weight as Dot stood there, watching us. “You coming, angel?”

KAT

Dante pulled the car into the abandoned lot we frequented for situations like this. We needed information from this guy, questions answered, because that deal did not go as planned. It was supposed to be a simple exchange—drugs for cash—and we would be on our separate ways. But this fucker had to go and make it complicated, trying to drag me away. They didn’t act normal, like something bigger was at play. And we needed to find out what.

Once we were parked, the three of us piled out of the car and lined up behind the trunk. Dante and I abandoned our devil masks in the backseat. That’s how serious we were. I didn’t plan to let this fucker walk away. As soon as Dante opened the trunk, the man popped up and tried to jump out, failing miserably as he landed face first on the gravel. Dot chuckled adorably as theman scrambled to try and stand, but he just couldn’t quite get his feet under him. He was covered in blood, panting and absolutely frantic. Dante stopped him from going any farther by pushing him over onto his face again, smacking it against the pavement as his nose cracked, telling me it was broken. The gravel crunched as Dot and I walked over to where the two men were, listening to the man groan and grovel. I noticed her platform heels were stained in his blood from her kicking him earlier in the night.

“Turn over, you worthless bastard,” Dante growled, kicking his ribs hard.

Dot was leaning against the car now, flipping her little pink sparkly blade back and forth in her fingers. I noticed her blowing a giant pink bubble, so nonchalant and unbothered, as Dante and I took over and stood on either side of the injured man.

My boots tapped against the pavement as I stepped next to the man’s face and squatted down, getting as close as possible to him. My hand gripped his chin, really making sure to dig my long sharp nails into the tender flesh near his face as he groaned and looked up at me, his head at the most awkward angle as he remained on his stomach. “First things first. Your name.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

“Fuck you, bitch,” the man spat. I was already over this putz before we got here, but now Ireallywanted answers. And my usual calm and controlled demeanor was quickly fading. I adjusted my stance and stood over him, pressing the heel of my boot into the back of his neck, gradually adding more pressure. “You’re going to give us your name. And you’re going to tell us what your plan was tonight. Period.” I kept hearing Dot flip her blade open and closed. It was a welcomed sound, knowing that she was there watching me right now. It fueled my anger, my frustration with this idiot. He tried to pull shit on us, on theDisco Devils on our own turf. But not even that, he did it in front of our girl, and put her at risk.

I don’t fucking think so.

“Answer me!” I pushed my heel deeper into his neck, hearing the discs in his spine pop and crack. He refused to give me an answer. “Fine,” I growled as I dropped to straddle his lower back on my knees, pulled out my favorite black blade, and replaced my heel. Dante moved and stood behind me, straddling the man as well, but with his attention on me, his hands on my shoulders to help ground me in this moment. “You have two minutes.” I pressed the sharp tip into his skin as he winced. “Start talking,” I snarled. “Who are you? What do you want? Why were you trying to kidnap me?” He remained silent, his groans increasing as I pressed deeper into his flesh. “Answer me!”

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