Page 6 of Disco Fever

“Why don’t you come inside, angel?” Bubbles turned around, seeing our faces for the first time. Our real faces. Those big blue eyes of hers met mine, bursting with pure lust and excitement, making this moment tangible. We rarely showed the staff our faces, but I wanted her to see mine. To see me. And she did.

Dante shut and locked the bathroom door, the tiny room filling with unimaginable sexual tension mixed with a dauntingamount of rage. I waited until Dante and Bubbles were both looking at me and removed my foot from the man’s chest. He instantly tried to get up, and I didn’t stop him. Between Dante and myself, I knew he wouldn’t get far.

“Luanne, baby, please, you gotta help me here! Please,” he begged, crawling over toward our angel on his knees. He tried to grab her bare legs, but she kicked him off, her face stone cold and unmoving.

“No, Juan. I told you, we’re done!” She showed no remorse, no sympathy, and not a single fucking care for him. “I’ve spent years outrunning you, trying to escape the hell you put me through.”

Juan tried to grab her arm. “You can’t just walk away from me!” he growled, gripping her wrist.

“Let go!”

“No, you’re?—”

“Hey!” I stepped in, cutting him off as Dante removed his hand. I raised my boot and kicked him in the stomach, hard, knocking him to the ground as he groaned loudly. Dante approached Bubbles to talk to her. I couldn’t hear their conversation as I was too focused on this prick laying on the bathroom floor. I kicked him again, this time in the back, definitely hitting a kidney as I smiled at his pain.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Juan cried out.

“You are.” I bent down and grabbed him by his ugly striped collared shirt. “Now, stand up!” He begrudgingly listened, standing and stumbling. I released his shirt and shoved him back as he sat on the dirty, white toilet seat. “Oh perfect, sit where you deserve, you piece of shit. On the fucking toilet.” I bunched up his shirt in my left hand to hold him steady as I proceeded to punch him in the face again, this time brutally hitting his cheek bone. I swung again and again, landing my fist into his ugly face as blood splattered from the impact andimmediately began pouring from his nose. Drops of it fell onto my skirt, staining the crisp white material. “Fuck! Dante, I’m going to need a new white skirt.”

“Okay, Kitty Kat.” His reply was much closer than I expected. Dante was now standing right behind me, the heat of his body radiating into my skin. “Kitten, this piece of shit before you is Juan. Seems he’s our angel’s ex. Dot here can give us details later, but long story short, she ran away from him long time ago. And now, he’s found her and I guess he thinks he can just walk right into our place and take what’s rightfully ours.” He crossed his arms as his face hardened. “He’s no good. He’s gotta go.”

I looked past Dante to see Dot standing against the opposite wall, unphased by the scene in front of her, sparkling like a neon angel beneath the moody bathroom lighting. “I won’t argue with that. Dot?” Saying her name aloud felt so right. “Do you want in on this too?” I gestured to Juan sitting slumped on the toilet, bloodied and breathing hard as my hand remained clutched in a fist. I knew this took an extremely violent turn and had no idea if she really was going to be okay with all of this. But the simple fact she stood there seemingly unphased and unbothered by all the violence made me think that not only was she okay, but Dot may just be exactly who we were looking for. “This is your ex, we’re just doing our job here. If you want to take a moment or think it over—do so now. But if what I saw outside is only a glimpse into the life you had with this prick—” I spat. “Then I suggest you make your peace and come to terms with how this is going to go down.” Dot stared at me, those electric blue eyes of hers sparkling in the lighting. I had no idea what to say, but something told me she was on board. “Do you want to get your pretty little hands dirty?” She bit her plump lower lip. “I have a blade too, if that’s more your speed?” I added as a question with a shrug and looked at Dante, who was flitting his eyes between Dot and I.

Dot cautiously walked toward us, her wings gently swaying as she spoke in her adorable, soft voice. “I want to do this. No, Ineedto do this.”

I looked at Dante and raised my eyebrows, excited by her words. “Of course, angel. I’m sure you know our reputation and whatnot. So you know, Juan isn’t leaving alive.” As the truth of his situation reached his ears, Juan tried to scream, but Dante was swift, putting him in a headlock, quickly cutting off his air supply as he snuffed his cries for help. I delicately pulled the blade from the strap I had on my thigh, gently offering it to Dot. Her eyes fell to my opened palm, eyeing the blade. “I know we’ve already made a bit of a mess, but don’t worry about getting dirty. This will all get cleaned up, no questions asked. No one will know you were here or participated, I swear.” She lifted her hand and ran her fingertips across the handle. The motion made me tingle as I watched her feel the blade, picking up it as she examined it closely. “We take care of things like this here all the time, Dante and I. We’ll take care of you, angel, but this is your past coming to haunt you. You have every right to help settle this, to erase your demons and lock those skeletons in your closet.” I swear the corners of her mouth flicked upwards for a moment as she gripped the blade tight.

Without hesitation, Dot silently removed the wings she was wearing and laid them on the counter with our masks. She walked over to the toilet and stood right in front of Juan, her knuckles turning white from how tight she squeezed the blade. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve spent so many goddamn years running from this bastard. Every night, I experience his abuse again and again, waking up in absolute terror.You—” She pointed the blade at the whimpering man. “You have stolen my life from me. Now, it’s time I take it back!” Without any hesitation or regret, Dot lunged forward and stabbed Juan in the stomach. She gripped his shoulder with herleft hand as she stabbed him again, and again, and again. She just kept stabbing, grunting as he stared up at her, burrowing my knife deeper into his body with each motion.

I think I just became a woman obsessed.

I looked over at Dante who was staring at me, his face telling me exactly what we both were thinking. He knew I just became obsessed with that damn angel, even more so than I already was. She was a deadly beauty, and I was fucking hooked.

Dante and I just watched, transfixed by the woman as she gripped the man’s face with her blood covered hand, squeezing his chin as she forced him to look up at her. Blood dripped down from his mouth as she spoke to him in a low and dangerous tone. “Who’s the bitch now?”

“Luanne—” He gagged on her name, his life strained.

“Luanne is dead!” she spat, raising the bloodied blade to his throat. “You killed her the day I escaped.” His eyes bulged as she pressed the knife into the flesh of his neck, pressing it deep as she took her time, dragging it from one ear to the other, blood pouring from the deep wound. The man gagged and wriggled, too weak as he watched that breathtaking angel take his life from him. “Go to hell, Juan.” She spit on his body, stepping back as we listened to the sound of her platform heels tapping.

When it was obvious Juan was dead, Dante walked over to Dot, who was breathing heavily. Her hands were drenched in blood, splatters cast across her chest and face. She gasped as he carefully scooped her up and placed her on the counter by the sink. “You’re okay, angel.” Her blue eyes began to turn red as she seemed to fight back a plethora of emotions. “Hey, look at us.” Dante gently touched her chin as she remained in the haze of emotions flooding her being. We both stood in front of her while she came down from that high, her eyes slowly lifting to meet ours. The catharsis she must have felt from killing that man must have been wild.

“Dot,” I whispered her name, lifting her chin up a bit so that our eyes could lock.

“Y–you’re the D–Devils,” she whispered in between her deep breathing.

“We are. I’m Kat, and this is Dante.” Dante tucked a piece of Dot’s golden hair behind her ear. “Angel, are you okay?” She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for me. “I’m going to need you to use your words and keep your eyes on me.”

Doing just as I said, she replied, “Yes, I’m–I’m okay. Just a little shaken.”

Good girl.

“He’s dead, Kat. Juan is dead. I–I killed him.” Hearing her say my name excited me a bit too much. “What’re we going to do?” She looked down, realizing his blood stained her skin as she began to frantically try to wipe it off. “He’s dead!”

“Hey, it’s okay.” I grabbed her hands with my own as she looked at me, instantly calmed. “We are gonna to help clean you up and get some shit straight in here. Then, we are gonna go, all three of us, so that someone can come take care of this mess, okay? Everything is going to be okay. This is what we do, got it?” She nodded her head again, but I needed words. “Your words angel, use them.”

“Oh, sorry. Yes, I… I got it.”

“Good. Now… ” I grabbed a handful of those shitty brown paper towels and soaked them in water, handing them to Dot. “Clean yourself up. We can’t have our angel looking anything but innocent.” I winked as she flashed me a sweet smile and did as she was told.

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