Page 22 of Disco Fever

“Get the fuck off her!” Kat rushed to him and swung her fist, clamped around a set of brass knuckles, as she knocked the man back. I lunged to catch Dot, her wings no longer on her back but instead mangled and on the ground, covered in grime. I lifted her lids, seeing her enlarged pupils rolled to the back of her head. Her color seemed off and I could smell vodka on her breath.

“What did you give her?” I shot over my shoulder, cradling her.

Kat gripped the man’s collar, holding him up as his bloodied face looked at me. “S-she said she wanted to party!”

Kat raised him closer to her face. Through clenched teeth, she growled, “What did you give her?” He flinched at her words.

“A party bag!”

Oh fuck.

“Don’t you know Eden’s Inferno isourdomain? Who the hell do you think you are, stepping in to deal on our turf?” Kat slammed her forehead into his skull, knocking him back to the ground as he tried to pull up his pants with one hand, the other holding his head. “Give her to me.” She stepped towards me. “I’ll take her to Patty.” I carefully lowered Dot into her arms, kissing her cheek gently.

“Make sure Patty takes care of her. Let her know that she’s on something.” My eyes turned to the man. “I’m going to take care of him.” Kat nodded, rushing back into the club with Dot. The man tried to crawl to his feet. “Not so fast!” I raised the revolver, pulled the trigger, and shot his hand. He fell to the ground, crying out as blood poured from the wound.

“I only gave her what she wanted!” he screamed and cried, rolling in agony.

“Is that so?” My hand reached for his ankle, dragging him back to the trash can as he clawed at the pavement. “Did she ask you to drug her?” I stomped on his ankle, listening as the bonecracked beneath my boot. “Did she ask you to rape her?” My raised snarls hid his screams as I stomped harder, listening to his bones crumble.

“I-I’m sorry! P-please! Ah! Stop!”

I kicked the man onto his back and aimed my gun at him. All I could see was Dot’s lifeless face, and it made everything turn red. “Any last words?”

“Dante!” My head swung to see Kat. She strolled to my side, placing her hand on the gun, lowering my arm. “You didn’t actually think I was going to let you shoot him, did you?”

“Oh, thank god!” the man cried. “Thank you, thank you!”

“Shut up!” She kicked his broken ankle, turning back to me as she ran her long nail down my neck. “Dot isourgirl.” Kat walked past me, kicking around the garbage until she found an old pipe.

“Where is she?” I demanded.

“Patty is taking care of her. Thankfully, it doesn’t look like this fucker got the chance to force her.” Her mask tilted.

“I didn’t—I-I swear!”

“You think that’s going to save you?” Kat picked the pipe up, feeling it in her grip before casually returning to me. “Yes. This will do just nice.”

“W-what’re you doing?” The man questioned as she swung the pipe in her hands.

“I’m going to have some fun with you before I let Dante finish you off.” Kat swung her arm hard, swinging the thick metal pipe as it hit the man’s leg, breaking his shin. He screamed in absolute agony, writhing in pain. “That’s right! Scream! Let everyone here know what happens to pricks like you who hurt our girl!” Kat swung again, whacking him in the chest. The man wheezed, coughing up blood, telling me she had hit a rib and punctured his lungs. She bent down, slapping him across the face. “Shut up!”

“Please! W-who are you?” he sobbed.

Kat removed her mask and grinned at the man. “We’re the Disco Devils, sweetheart.” She stood, slowly backing away as her eyes raised to me, beaming.

I lifted my own mask, smiling back at her. My arm raised, the gun aiming at the man as I pulled the trigger and shot him in the dick. He hollered and wailed as Kat laughed, watching as I shot again and again, unloading the entire cylinder chamber into him. The end of the barrel of the revolver smoked as we stood there, watching the man die before us.

“You fucked with the wrong angel.” I lowered my arm, tossing the gun aside as Kat ran and jumped at me. I caught her, twirling, as I slammed her body into the wall and kissed her, the two of us suddenly invigorated by his death.

“That was so fucking hot, Dante,” Kat breathed into me. “I need you.” Her fingers hastily began to undo my pants, slithering beneath as she began to stroke me.

“Fuck,” I moaned, leaning into her. She continued to slide her soft hand along my shaft, careful with her nails. My dick instantly hardened, becoming constricted beneath the material, begging to be unleashed.

“Fuck me,” she whined, rubbing my wet tip with her thumb. I nearly shivered and jolted at the sensitive touch. Kat removed my dick, pulling me to her pussy and rubbing me against her wet opening. I was thanking god for mini-skirts at this moment. “Dante,” she whispered, tightening her legs around me.

“Kitty Kat.” I shoved my swollen dick inside her pussy.

The club door swung open as Patty rushed out, her face filled with worry and concern. “You guys might want to come inside.”

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