Page 74 of Doll's Eye

I’m rolling my body with my hands in my hair as the music flows through me.

The adrenaline from earlier only rolled into more energy, and I needed a night out to release the steam. Otherwise, I would’ve spent the entire night feeling trapped and jittery. Also, very alone.

I’ve been fending off male after male since I decided to take myself for a spin on the dancefloor. It isn’t time to pick out my victim to lure back to my place tonight yet. I only just got here.

“Hey, baby!” Someone comes up behind me and breathes their hot breath down my neck. His groin touches my ass, and it may not have been the crudest grope I’ve endured tonight, but it was uninvited, and I’ve had just about enough of it.

Just walk away, Alessia. Walk away.

I plan on doing just that, but as soon as I take a step forward, his hands grab at my hips to pull me back. “Where you going, sweetness?”

I grit my teeth so fucking hard my jaw groans under the pressure. I fist my hands trying to quell the trembling in them.

“Just one dance, baby.” His puny erection rubs against my ass, and it’s more than I can take.

My actions are out of my control as I spin around with a toothy grin, facing the guy with a death wish. He returns my smile, utterly ignorant of the danger. “You want to dance?”

He nods his head with enthusiasm, licking his lips as he violates me with his eyes. When his perverted gaze reaches my face again, he must sense something disturbing in it because his expression drops simultaneously with his hands. But it’s too late.

I have no recollection of taking my shoe off, but it’s in my hand one second, and then the next, the heel of my stiletto is piercing through his left eye socket. Blood instantly bursts from him, and he goes down, howling like a baby. His entourage I was oblivious to jump back, but keep close with concern. Though they avoid me with caution.

I grimace with a girlish gasp, adding a hand over my mouth for theatrics. “Whoopsies.” I step over the writhing punk, planting my feet on either side of his torso. “Aw, what’s wrong, baby? I thought you wanted to dance,” I say with a pouty tone, but I can’t wipe the gleeful look off my face.

“You bitch!” he cries out, holding his damaged eye with bold hands. “You got my fucking eye!” he screams with blood dripping into his mouth and staining his teeth.

My head cants to one side in amusement as music and lights continue to blare around us. The rest of the patrons are too far gone in alcohol and desire to pay us any attention.

“You fucking bitch!” Spittle comes flying out as he rolls around on the floor.

I take a seat on top of him, plopping down with unnecessary force and pinning him down on his back. He grunts and groans.“No one touches me without a formal invitation,” I coo, dragging my nails up and down his chest seductively.

“Goddamnit! My fucking eye! My eye is gone!” he cries over and over like a little bitch, and I don’t appreciate being ignored.

Pulling out a knife, I lean down and hold the blade to his neck. Luckily, he still has one good eye and freezes under me when he catches the glare of the shiny metal. I grin and take a look at the rest of him. “Too bad. If you could’ve been a good boy and remained patient, we could’ve been going back to my place tonight.”

He pants beneath me, giving me that look I know and love. The one that tells me I wield all the power.

“I guess we still could.” I drag the dull side of my blade back and forth against his skin, toying with him. “You’re actually really sexy like this,” I purr. “All bloody and vulnerable.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” he rushes out in a choked voice.

I stop. “I am.” Leaning in all the way, I flatten my tongue against the side of his jaw, not completely tainted in his blood, and swipe it all the way up to his hairline. “Mmm,” I moan. “You’re tasty.” I giggle and lean back some.

He’s even more petrified as he gapes at me, his good eye unblinking. “Okay, you’ve had your fun,” my new friend Kamea says, appearing out of nowhere with two grizzly men flanking her as always.

I give her a pouty lip. “But I was just getting started,” I whine, causing her to smile and shake her head at me.

“Is anyone going to get this crazy bitch off me?!” One-eyed Willy shouts for anyone to listen. He tries to sit up, and I shove him back down without taking my eyes off Kamea.

“Come on,” she says patiently, holding her hand out for me.

My shoulders slump as I look back down at Willy. “I’m sorry, baby.” I play with the collar of his shirt. “Looks like this is where we say goodbye.” I lean down, and he recoils from my proximity.“You should know,” I rasp against his ear. “Chicks dig scars. And eye patches.”

Planting a wet kiss on his cheek, I place my hand in Kamea’s and let her pull me to my feet. There’s a commotion behind me as one of her men handles the situation, and I let her drag me through the unaware patrons and back to her VIP section in the club.

“You really do not know how to lay low, do you?” she sasses as we take a seat on the suede couch.

I shrug a shoulder and pick up the drink sitting on the table in front of me. Not bothering to check who it belongs to. I know I have nothing to worry about here in this private section surrounded by security to protect little Princess Kamea. She’s mafia royalty over here on the West Coast.