Chapter 68 : You Love It When I Am Mean
Chapter 68: You Love It When I Am Mean
Angelo
I entered the club, walking through the sultry silence of it which got frequently broken by the gasps and screams coming through the private rooms. Women and men walked around with collars around their necks that showed that they were owned, their dominant were close by. I waved through the small crowd, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere. I had to find Tyla and I found her with a woman who looked to be submissive too.
“Tyla?” I called and she looked at me. She was dressed in a skin tight black dress. There was no collar around her neck. She nodded towards a private room, her eyes lit up with excitement. I walked into the room, holding open for her to enter.
She kneeled beside the door as soon as I slammed the door closed. I unbuttoned my jacket and walked towards the bed, sitting down as she crawled to me and sat by my legs. Her eyes lowered and posture graceful. A good submissive, Sophie wasn't a good submissive. She had barely scratched the surface of it. I let her squirm for a while and took my phone out. I was about to go to the gallery but Sophie’s text popped up.
‘Angelo, I met the freaking Sim Gold today. Call me. Call me, call me.’
Was she drunk? I smiled and decided to text her later. I went to the gallery and tapped on the picture I had been sent to Abel.
“Look up, Tyla.” I ordered and I obeyed. I showed her the screen of my phone.
Her eyes widened, fear brewing in them. It was a picture of her talking to a man who had the Taghi tattoo on the side of his temple. She looked to be talking to him and he was handing her an envelope which undoubtedly had money. I had eyes on everyone I interacted with, her reaction to me having Sophie was not a positive one and if there was one thing I knew about women, it was that they rarely let shit go.
“Care to explain?” I took my gun out of my jacket and pressed it to her temple and she trembled.
“I..I..” she closes her eyes, tears slipping out of them. She knew I was going to kill her, how much I would make her suffer was up to her.
“H..he asked for information about you, sir.” Her voice was a whisper.
“I gave it to him.”
“Why!” I demanded.
“Because of..I..I..” I dug the gun harder into her temple.
“Because I was jealous.” She sobbed quietly, wrapping her arms around herself like Sophie sometimes did. I felt no urge to hold her.
“What did you tell him?”
She had told him that I was frequent at these clubs, that I had a new submissive and every other thing she could possibly know about me. The information was pointless, I never told her my submissives anything important and I would never tell Sophie anything either. Tyla didn't know who the man was, I wasn't surprised at that. I shot her and left her dead on the floor. I waited for the guilt to fill me as it had after my first few kills but it didn't come. It never did anymore.
‘A monster makes a monster.’ my mother had once said to me while cradling my broken body in her arms.
‘Don’t let him make you a monster, Angelo.’
He didn't make me w monster, my father was unable to make me a monster because he thought it was his torture on me that would make me shape. But it was the torture on my brothers that made me snap.
‘Weak are those who feel, son.’ I could hear my father's voice. He has said that to me a million times when he had me bound in the cell.
I walked out of the club, feeling pushed closer to the edge as I got inside the car. I closed my eyes.
‘Get it out of your head, Angelo.’
Yet the memories came crushing back, my mother was burning in the room and her helpless wails of anguish were so loud that they still echoed in my head. Then my Sophie was there and was burning, crying out to me to help her. I couldn't reach her, I couldn't reach them. My phone buzzed and I looked at it with blurry eyes. It was her calling, I took deep breaths and picked up the call.
“Hey, princess.”
“You didn't call me.” She whined, her voice slurring.
“Your ponytail friend got me drunk and now I am painting. I think I am making a smiley face. Do you want a picture after I am done?”
“Yes, I do, baby.” I smiled, my panic sinking.
“Anything else you wanted to say, Sophie?”
“I met Simi Gold!” She exclaimed.
“She saw my sketches and she loved them. She didn't know I am me, I mean, she didn't know that I am Sophie. Not that I am famous, basically, she didn't know my real name so my anonymity is maintained. Back to what happened, she saw my sketchbook and she got it, Angelo.”
“I haven't seen your sketchbook.” I grumbled. She kept the damn thing tucked to her chest as if a part of her very soul.
“Hush,” she said.
“She loved it and she gave me her number because she wants to see more of my work. Is this not awesome?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I know right.” She giggled and I found myself smiling at the sound of her laughter. So happy, I would die for her to be that way every day.
“She is awesome.” She muttered.
“I am so happy for you, princess.” I really and I could hear the smile in her voice.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I am in the car going back home.” I replied.
“From work?” I hummed.
“Something like that.”
I knew she was getting curious but somehow I didn't expect her to ask.
“From where then?” She continued. She was drunk, sober Sophie respected our privacy too much to ask questions outright.
“I was talking to a woman who interacted with the Taghi earlier this week.”
“Oh, did she say anything useful?” She inquired.
“No, baby. She was pretty fucking useless.”
“Be nice.” She scolded me.
“I can't and you love it when I am mean.”
I am going to be very mean to her the second I got my hands on her. She was being disobedient, she needed a regular spanking to stay good and I had listened to the whole phone call she and my brothers had, I had been sitting nearby.
“I don't.” she mumbled.
I watched as a few bikes zoomed past my car, their speed too much for the crowded road. I caught the name on the jacket he was wearing. Honk DC, what a unique name. I had not been aware that a motorcycle club had formed in the city, shit like this needed permission from the mafia, from me. I doubted it was just a club of motorcycle enthusiasts judging by their speed on the road.
“I will talk to you later, princess.”
“Okay. Do you still want the smiley?’
“Yes, I do.” I replied. She said goodbye and I hung up the call.