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“We’re going to go back to the hotel and have some real fun, the four of us.Best believe me, bitch, you’re going to tell me who you’re working for.”
Out of the powers that I did have, I wished mind control was one of them.It would have made my life so much easier.“Fine.I’ll tell you if you lower your gun.”
“Fuck that.You’ll tell me or I’ll put a bullet in one of your tits, how about that?”
“Well, I suppose it’s a better target than my pussy.”
“Oh, you’ve got jokes.I want to see how funny you think you are when I’m ramming a hot poker up your cunt.”
Now, that was just uncalled for.“Then shoot me,” I challenged.I prepared myself for the scenario in case he took me up on it.
He huffed.“Not until I get the information I want.”
Okay, I was still on the original plan route.Mission salvaged.
He nudged his partner with his foot, trying to wake him up, but he kept his eyes on me.I could have charged him, but I might have ended up getting shot in the process.I hated getting shot.Shit hurt like a motherfucker, like taking a bullet while wearing a bulletproof vest.Perhaps I would let them take me to their hotel and then I would let loose on their asses.It was my plan to begin with before their boss got too personal with his hands.
I sat back, crossing my legs in an attempt to look as unthreatening as possible.As far as they knew, I was just some little sexy vixen with a hard head and a nice left hook.They had no idea that I was a man with the ability to change my appearance.I also had super strength, invincible skin, and super-fast healing abilities.I’d used these abilities to right the wrongs for people who couldn’t do it for themselves…for a price.A motherfucker had to eat, damn it.
Jordan had tried on several occasions to try to put me on the path of people like Crimson Fury.But that noble superhero bullshit wasn’t for me.I wasn’t going to be your friendly neighborhood anything.Oh yeah, we had real life superheroes in the world.I wasn’t the only one with extraordinary abilities.How many of us were out there, I had no idea, and I didn’t give a shit.
The bodyguard on the ground stirred, then finally started to come to.He groaned and rubbed his sore jaw.
“About time you woke the fuck up,” his partner said.
The one I’d knocked out looked up at me.“You’re tougher than you look, that’s for sure.”
I gave him a sweet smile.“Maybe your jaw is weaker than you thought.”
He snorted and climbed back onto the seat next to me.“I’m going to have a fun time getting to know you better.”
“You’re going to have to take a number,” I remarked.
He laughed.“Spunky, I like that.You’re going to tell me everything we need to know about you.”
“How do you know your partner didn’t already bleed me for info?”I asked, playing coy.
“Because you’re still alive, that’s why.See, we’re going to get your sweet ass back to our hotel where all of our toys are.By the time we’re done with you, there won’t be enough of you left to fill a Ziploc sandwich bag.I’m going to slice and dice your ass like a julienne salad.”
I turned to face him.“You say such sexy things.”
He punched me hard enough that I felt the slight sting of his blow.I grunted a little louder than I needed to and played it off like it hurt worse than it did to keep up appearances.
“That’s for earlier, bitch,” he growled.
The limousine pulled to a stop in front of what I assumed was the hotel.
“Wake the boss up,” the one with the gun told the other goon.
The bodyguard that had just right hooked me maneuvered his way past me towards his boss and began to wake him up.It took a few seconds, but their boss started to moan as he regained consciousness.He sat up slowly, rubbing his forehead where there was a slight bruise forming.
“Fucking bitch knocked me out cold,” he grumbled as the door opened and the driver stood by, waiting for us to exit.
“We got her ass under control, Boss,” the guard with the gun said as he lowered it.
“Not quite,” Mr.Henley added.“Oliver, left pocket.”
The guard who punched me reached into his boss’ left pocket, pulling out a vial.
