Page 30 of Disco Fever

Dot huffed in frustration, folding her arms across her ample chest. “Lana, you stupid bitch.” To Dot’s words, Lana reached over, desperately trying to land a hit on Dot. She was scratching and clawing at her, but thankfully, the guys held her back, trying to calm her down. Dot held her own, not even flinching.

“Listen, pretty boy,” another one of the men directed his insult up at Dante. It was almost humorous to watch him snarl up at Dante, seeing as Dante towered over all of us. “Unlike you two, and whoever the hell this sleazy pink one is you brought in, we don't need masks or a fancy name to do our business. We’rerealmen.”

At that, Dante snapped as he landed a punch right in the man’s face. “Oh, you’rereal man,huh? Sorry, I couldn’t tell by your ugly ass face. Might want to rethink the whole mask thing, fucker.” Dante spat his words as he looked down at the guy. Blood poured out of the man’s nose, his entire demeanor changing into mild panic.

The crowd had begun to clear around us, everyone clearly noticing the struggle. Dot moved to stand between Dante and I, appearing stoic as ever, but I could feel her energy. She was itching to get her hands on something—well—someone. I had my money on Lana.

Pornstache man lurched forward, as if he was going to lay hands on one of us. His intimidation techniques left little to be desired, and I was growing bored of this interaction. My blood was boiling and I could see the red fading into my vision. These fuckers had not only insulted my two favorite people, but they thought they could stealourbusiness? I don’t fucking think so.

I tilted my head over to Dante. “Baby, why don’t you take Patty and Jade, get them somewhere safe?” Dante nodded, ushering the women past me. As they walked away, Patty slippedme a small pistol she must have had hidden on her and winked before walking away.

I fucking love Patty.

“You sure you want to stay here with us?” The man laughed. “Two little lady devils against a bunch of men. What areyougoing to do to us?” Pornstache asked with a mocking tone. “Watch out boys, they might hit us with their powder puffs.” The men collectively laughed together, completely unaware of the danger.

I slowly walked up to him and looked him in the eye. My hand reached out, and I ran my signature claw-like nails down the front of his face. Good thing I decided to get them done for the party. “Trust me, honey, she and I can do a lot more to you than you think.” I grabbed him by his dick with my other hand and squeezed as hard as I could, purposely digging my nails into his short shaft. “More than you could ever do to us.”

The man groaned, his face turning bright red as he glared back at me. “You—bitch!”

Dottie gracefully emerged from behind me, her adorable pink knife in hand. “I think this looks good right about… HERE!” She shoved the knife deep into the man’s throat.

The sounds of his gurgles filled my ears as blood ran down his neck and stained his clothes. He clutched the knife, stupidly ripping it out as blood sprayed. “F-fuck-ing—bitch!” I released his dick, and he crumbled beneath us, his friends stepping back in shock. His blood began to pool across the dancefloor at our feet.

Dot fell to his body and straddled him, stabbing again and again. “That’s for fucking with my devils!” Her movements were on full display, thanks to her vibrant pink attire. We now had the full attention of all the patrons, dancers, and servers inside Eden’s Inferno. They all had their eyes on Dot, watching while confusion marred their faces. She slashed at his throat,blood instantly gushing in all directions. Numerous people were caught in the cast as Dot continued to scream. “That’s for calling me sleazy!” Patrons at Eden’s Inferno started screaming and panicking, pushing and shoving as they ran toward the club exits. His friends didn’t budge, still frozen in absolute shock at the bombshell murdering their boss. Dot landed one last stab, straight into the man’s right eye. “That’s for ruining my birthday party!” The sound of it squelching as her blade punctured it made me shiver.

The man was dead, there was no doubt about it, and everyone knew. People were screaming, rushing past despite the music still blaring through the speakers. Dante came running back to us, freaked and concerned. “What happened?” he asked, breathing heavy. He had one of his revolvers in his grasp.

“They started it,” Dot said nonchalantly with a shrug, brushing her hair from her face. “We just gotta end it.” Dot lowered her mask, assuming her new role as a devil. I felt so proud and partially turned on.

I looked up at Dante. “That’s what happened. This fucker got what he deserved.” I pointed down at the dead man, ignoring the frantic club around us. Everyone was screaming and running, trying to get out. I looked back at the other men, noticing they had scattered about. One had Lana in his arms while the other ran towards the back of the club. “There! You go get that prick going out back. Dot and I will handle Lana and the other one.”

“Be careful, both of you!” Dante shouted, kissing our heads before running in the opposite direction.

Dot and I followed the man carrying Lana to the other side of the club by the bar. He was desperately searching for a clear path out as Lana kicked her legs, struggling. Once he hit the wall, he turned, dropping her. Lana fell against his chest as he spotted us, pointing a gun to her head. “Come any closer and I’ll shoot her.” Her eyes were bloodshot as she cried and sobbed, beggingfor him to let her go. “Shut up!” He pistol whipped her face, then pointed the barrel to her temple, pulling the hammer back. “I mean it!”

“Fine!” Dot started giggling manically. “But the only reason I don’t wantyouto shoot her, is becauseIwant to kill her myself!” Lana slumped in the man's arms, her cheek swelling and red from his abuse. I almost felt sad for the red haired woman. I guess she thought after everything, we may actually save her. But she was no Dot, and that would be awildassumption.

The man began to sweat, eyeing each of us. “Y-you don’t care if I shoot her?”

“Nope.” Dot twirled her hair. “Though it would make me a little sad. But, you could just let her go? I mean, it is my birthday, after all.”

Lana stirred as he contemplated what to do. “Fine!” He pushed Lana down onto the floor. She sobbed, crawling away from us and behind the bar.

“You’re up, angel.” I turned to Dot, who squealed and started skipping to get over to where Lana was crawling, following her loud cries.

My head returned to the man as I slowly walked up to him, revealing the gun Patty had slipped me. He was frozen solid, staring at me, realizing he had idiotically put himself in a corner. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a naughty boy,” I purred.

“P-p-please,” he begged while raising his gun. His arm trembled, telling me how scared he was. I laughed at his weakness. “I–I’ll shoot you!”

“I dare you to try!” The man shot his gun as I easily dodged his shitty aim. My leg kicked his arm and knocked the gun out of his hand. He grabbed his hand, clutching it to his chest as his back hit the wall. Eden’s Inferno had mostly cleared out, but music was still playing loudly through the speakers. “You ruined my angel’s birthday.”

“P-lease. It wasn’t my idea!”

“Ugh, shut up! I’m so sick of everyone trying to move in on our shit. It’s exhausting, and honestly, I don’t want to drag this out anymore. I want to go home. I want to be with my devils and enjoy the rest of the night the best I can. You think I enjoy this?” I pointed from myself to him. He shook his head as if I cared for him to answer. “Maybe any other day, but this isn’t the fun night I had planned for my girl’s birthday.” My hand raised the pistol Patty had slipped me. I stepped close and carefully slipped it into his mouth. “I don’t want to hear another word from you. I just want you to taste this, and I want you to hear my words. Eden’s Inferno isours.” The man trembled. “And I want you to die knowing that the Disco Devils showed you that you fucked up. I want you to die knowing that a woman in chaps and a fucking purple, bedazzled devil mask shot you in the face for being such a fucking idiot!” Before the words fully left my lips, I pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter splattered across the wall behind him. The man’s nearly headless body slumped down and fell at my feet. “Who’s the bitch now?”

I carefully stepped over the man’s bloodied body and turned the corner, stepping behind the bar. My feet stopped as I saw Dot’s back. She was standing over Lana. “Dot?” Before she had a chance to respond, two loud gunshots pierced my ears, followed by an instant ringing.

Fuck! Please tell me that was Dante’s gun!

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