Tainted Love(20)

Present Day




Walking into the familiar building, nothing has changed, there are still cages scattered around everywhere with the main cage right in the center. I glance at it, remembering my first kill at the tender age of thirteen. I guess to average people, it would sound appalling, but to me, it’s just another childhood memory. I carry on, following the footsteps of my target and when I reach the door he just walked through, I stop, listening in to what’s being said.

“Justin, do you have our fighter?” I hear the familiar voice say. That familiar voice was the same man that had the gold teeth and cigar, that I remember from all those years ago.

“I do. He’s being imported in from the UK. Fucking big bastard too.”

I hear a cigarette lighter spark. “How old?”

Justin pulls out a chair. “Twelve, maybe a bit younger, but imagine the pot on his head if he wins. It would be like Aidan Nixon all over again.”

I hear the familiar voice laugh. “That was a once in a lifetime event, the biggest pay day of my life.”

Kicking the door open they move across the room with raised guns, only I have both my fully automatics already drawn on them.

I laugh a guttural laugh. “You know, it’s sweet, that little conversation I just stumbled in on.”

Gold teeth drops his weapon. “Aidan?”

I laugh again. “It’s Ade. Take a seat and carry on with your story, I was rather enjoying myself.” I smile at them both.

Justin laughs. “Who the fu—”

Bang.

I shoot him, right in the head. Which results in his blood splattering all over the place, the old gold tooth fool included.

“What’s your name? I never did catch it,” I say, leaning back in my seat, propping my knee onto my other leg.

He sits uneasily on his chair. “Bruce, Son. Why don’t you drop the weapon so we can talk? Justin was my main line of business, and you just shot him. Now I’m very angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

I chuckle. “Now…” I sit forward with a cocky smile on my face, “the fact that I’m sitting here with my weapon drawn on you, and you’re sitting there with nothing, tells me that I don’t give a fuck whether you’re angry or not.”

He narrows his eyes. “What is it you want, Son. Revenge? Is that why you just killed my right-hand man?”

I smile. “That’s not why I killed him. I killed him under orders, but I’ll kill you for free.”

Now he laughs, clipping his cigar and rolling it around his mouth. “You won’t get away with it, Son. If anything happens to me, I have people just as powerful ready to fill my shoes and take down anybody that’s taken me down. Now tell me, do you want that sort of heat on your shoulders?” he asks, spitting out a bit of tobacco from his mouth before continuing, “Also, do know this. For that little outburst which resulted in you shooting my man here,” he points to the bloody mess on the ground, “I’m going to hunt you down myself. So either way, Son, you won’t win this.”

I stand up and walk around to his table where he’s sitting. “You think I care? I don’t fucking care at fucking all. I have nothing to lose. So, you tell me…” I bend down, bringing my lips to his ear before whispering, “What can scare a man who has nothing to lose?” I draw my gun up, watching his eyes set into understanding at my quick movements, and fire a whole round into him.

Once I’m done, I’m once again dripping with blood. I take the cigar from his lifeless fingers and put it into my mouth, puffing on it. Making my way to the back, I find a shitload of gasoline containers. Taking hold of them, I start pouring the gasoline all over the place, starting from the center cage. I walk out, stand at the doorway and look into that cage for the last time ever before I flick the cigar into the middle and watch the whole warehouse burn down in flames.





I’m walking in a hotel room that I decided to get instead of staying with Vicky when my phone rings. I notice it’s Vicky, so I answer.

“Hey Vick, I’m so sorry.”

She laughs. “Don’t be sorry, girl. Are you okay?”

I huff out and drop to the bed. “I think so. I can’t believe I insulted his partner, Vick. Fuck! I called her a whore.”

Vicky pauses briefly then laughs down the phone. “Kalie, relax. That was his whore. He’s just being typical Ade. He was kidding.”

I shoot up of the bed. “Pardon? He was kidding? I am going to kill him. Seriously.”

Vicky giggles. “Come back to the clubhouse. He’s not here right now anyway. We can have a drink and bounce some ideas around for the hen’s party on Friday.”