Caspar's POV.
[Extreme disturbing violence].
" Young man, you look rich," the woman clinging onto me whispered, while her big breasts pressed on my firm chest. Her hands moved under my tux, undoing my shirt's buttons.
While her other hand gently caressed my face, she was a tall, busty woman reaching up to my face. The smell of alcohol coming from her mouth intoxicated my sense of understanding.
I fluttered my eyelashes in disbelief, the woman standing in front of me appeared to be Ishabella. I couldn't help but slowly murmur, "Ishabella, what are you doing here?"
"... with you," she whimpers and slides her hand under my shirt. Her nails trailing on my hard chest, I could feel my melting down in pleasure.
She then starts planting wet kisses under my neck, licking my earlobes and nibbling it softly. I grabbed her hand, pausing her so that I could see her face clearly. Fuck, Fuck, the same face of Ishabella was coming into my view.
My eyes fell on her plump, red lips and oh my gosh I lost it when she slowly licked her lips with her moist tongue. I got hold of her neck and pulled her close into an intense kiss. I had never felt this hungry to devour someone; Ishabella made me act like a beast.
"Mm," she whimpered but I cared less and continued kissing her. I felt myself drifting away into a fantasy of romance, sex, love. Soon after, she reached her hands for my pants, unbuckling my belt while maintaining the kiss. I moved my one hand from her neck, and pressed her waist against my bulge, rubbing her exposed womanhood against my boner under the pants.
"Ahh..."
She moaned softly and I took this chance to invade my tongue inside her hot mouth. Intertwining with her tongue, I sucked on it like candy. She returned my kiss by sucking on my lower lip.
"Brother, don't get carried away by drugs," I heard Erick's faint low voice which was barely audible to my ears.
I ignored it like nothingness and was about to pull down my zipper when I suddenly snapped out of my delusional scenery. There was no way this woman was Ishabella.
I glanced at my other side and saw Erick sitting on the sofa and the other woman riding on his dick. I fucking realized that our face masks were gone, I turned my face back to the woman clinging onto me. She was smiling against my lips as she continued kissing me.
What the fucking hell? These women are sent by dealer Mark Devis. I pulled out my gun from the holster and stroked its tip at the woman's wet pussy. Her eyes widened at the realization, breaking the kiss she tried to run from me.
"Where the fuck you are going, baby?" I chuckled, glaring at her as I pulled her back and slammed her against the wall. Stepping close to her, I trailed my gun's tip from her face to her cleavage.
"Ahh, P-Please don't kill me. I was only following the orders from my boss," she confessed.
I narrowed down my eyes to her in suspense. She didn't look like she was lying, but what was this unsettling feeling? I wrapped my fingers around that woman's neck when I noticed a tiny hearing device tucked in the middle of her bra's front hook.
Playing with me, dealer Mark Devis. You want to hear your fucking slut's shitty moans. Alright, I will grant it to you.
I lifted that woman while holding her neck and tossed her on the nearby table, the wine bottles and cans scattered down on the floor breaking into pieces, alerting everyone present there.
" P-Please don't. Let me go..."
She begged for mercy from me, what a joke. Throwing her legs at me while lying down on the table. Grabbing her legs I pulled her close to my waist. Securing her wrists in my hand, I pointed the gun's tip at her forehead.
“Where is Mark Devis?” I growled at her.
"I-I don't know, I'm just an assassin working under his wing," she cried in terror.
"You fucking want me to believe that lie, yeah? Speak the truth if you wish to live,"
“I-I don't know…,” she lied. “Get that fucking gun away from me, you madman," she scowled, trying to run away.
I held her throat, tightening my grip around her while keeping her at gunpoint. Her face turned red due to lack of oxygen.
"Die, you bastard!" That woman pulled out her hairpins which were covered in poison. Before she could aim at me, I pulled my gun’s trigger, emptying the bullets into her forehead.
A loud, painful scream left her mouth as her hands slowly dropped the hairpin. The blood splattered out of her head and mouth, covering my face and hands with thick blood. Like a dead corpse, she laid down on the table, naked, bleeding. I distanced myself from the corpse and sighed in disgust. I should have left her alone if she confessed Mark’s location.
Ironically the people present in the clubhouse didn't even bother to see who was killed and why. They continued fucking around themselves which makes me believe why the dead bodies of young women were buried in the drain outside.
I pulled out the hearing device from the dead woman's body. Bringing it close to my face, I coldly whispered,"I killed your little assassin. Now fucking show up if you don't want this clubhouse turned into a burial site."
Saying that I crushed the hearing device under my shoes and looked for Erick. There in the corner, he was high on drugs and fucking two women together.
"God, I made a mistake to come with him. I should have brought Alex along," I sighed in frustration and pulled out my second gun and fired at the two women.
BANG BANG!
Taking their headshots, their skulls blew up exposing their brains and blood. Both the women slowly collapsed on the floor and my brother looked at me in disbelief. I guess he is terrified by my blood-covered face; thank god I was dressed up in all black, otherwise I would look like the murderer which I actually am.
I searched around for water and there on one table I found a water jug. Pouring it into one glass, I walked close to my brother.
"Come back to your senses, I'm calling Alex and other bodyguards inside," I said and splashed the glass of water at Erick's face.
"Ugh,my head hurts..." he murmured, snapping out of his messy thoughts. When he realized what situation he was in exactly, he got up immediately, zipping up his pants.
"We were drugged by those women. And now our faces are exposed to these people. They might be pretending to mind their own business but few of Mark's men have clicked our photos," I said, sitting next to me.
"But don't you think the clubhouse's lights are very dim? I don't think they might have gotten perfect pics," Erick murmured as he took out his gun and two pairs of masks.
I wore the mask and took out my vibrating phone.
"Dealer Mark Devis is caught by our men and locked in his underground basement. I have sent you the location," Alex's message popped up on my phone's screen.