Chapter 7

Diamond kept on driving, street lights passing by her in a blur, adrenaline rushing through her veins, and she tried to calm herself while driving and taking her time to register that she actually killed one of the most wanted mafia leaders. She was still wearing slutty clothes and she was driving barefoot. But that didn't matter.

He was dead. Yet she felt that something wasn't right, as if he wasn't dead at all. She should've slit his throat when she had the chance for assurity, but she didn't have time. Her knuckles gripped the steering wheel, turning white. He was dead, she reassured herself.

Shaking those thoughts away, she realized that she was almost at the bar. She pulled into the isolated alleyway and parked near the graffitied door.

Before getting in, she grabbed her Glock, opened the trunk and put on a spare pair of combat boots and a red leather jacket to cover up the flimsy top she was wearing, but the short jacket on the tight-fitted dress only made her look more alluring.

She made her way to the metal door and swung it open roughly, she obviously wasn’t in good mood. There was a voice inside her that was screaming, warning her that shit was about to go down because that man wasn’t dead.

But he should be.

‘I plunged the dagger right into his chest. He should be dead by now, he is dead. Just go inside, grab a drink and a decent man Ana.’ She chanted in her mind and finally convinced herself to focus on the present.

The music was loud, and the thumping beat vibrated the walls and floor. The club was

alive with movement and noise from the members of the club and other activities that shouldn’t be named. She walked inside ignoring their stares just like she always does.

Someone whistled in the distance as she sat at the counter and stuck up her middle finger towards the source of the sound without turning to look at them. She faced the counter and saw that David wasn't there, which was unusual. He never leave the bar, and at his place, there was a woman she didn't recognize at all.

She had messy, electric blue hair which reached her shoulders. She wore dark makeup,

accentuating her feline features and her hazel eyes. A silver bull nose piercing decorated her nose and another one pierced her left eyebrow. A white tank top hugged her slim chest, which left her arms bare, tattoos crawling up from her fingers to her neck.

She was too beautiful to work as a bartender, but main the question was, when did they hire her?

Diamond studied her for too long and this didn’t go unnoticed by the unnamed new bartender girl.

"Rough night?" She was leaning on the counter, one arm flat on the metal counter and her head resting on the palm of her other hand.

“Who are you?" Diamond didn't have time or patience for the small talk.

"I’m new here. David wasn't able to come tonight, he had special matters to attend to. I'm Roxanne by the way."

Diamond didn't trust her. She slowly reached for the golden card and slid it over the counter.

“Bourbon."

Roxanne grabbed the card and read it. Some emotion flashed within her eyes but was gone

before Diamond could notice. Diamond watched her every move as she turned her back on her and moved along the counter to prepare the beverage.

She felt a presence to her right. She glanced over the counter and saw two men staring at her breasts, with their mouths open. “If you don't stop looking at me, I will cut your d**ks off and shove them so far up your asses that it will come out of your mouths," she hissed.

Her tone told them that she was not joking, so their bodies immediately turned, and they sat down with their heads down, too shamed to be rejected by her. Satisfaction ran through

her body, but it faded away as Roxanne came within sight with her drink in one hand and the bottle in the other.

"Enjoy," she purred, leaning closer to Diamond, too close.

Diamond drowned the spirits in one go, always keeping eye contact with Roxanne.

Something wasn’t right about this girl. She seemed too interested in Diamond and this was a different kind of interest.

She definitely wasn’t the type of girl who swung the other way.

Roxanne's lips parted into a smirk as Diamond left the glass on the counter.

No card had been placed under the glass, and that made Diamond even more suspicious.

Roxanne unconsciously ran her fingers through her blue hair and Diamond’s eyes noticed a tattoo on the side of her neck, a branding which seemed familiar but she couldn’t recall. It was a mark of some gang, she tried to remember but soon she started to feel dizzy.

At the same time, a strange feeling surrounded her, she felt lethargic and weak. Diamond propped her elbows on the counter and leaned towards Roxanne, their faces inches apart. Her eyelids grew heavier after each blink but she forced them open.

Diamond grabbed a fistful of Roxanne's hair, smashing her head on the counter with full force and blood gushed out of Roxanne’s forehead. She was not expecting her to act this way.

How are her movements so confident and powerful? She thought.

Diamond turned Roxanne around so her back pressed against the counter and wrapped her arms around Roxanne's neck.

Diamond’s movements were slower and lethargic. It took her all her strength not to pass out.

"You... bitch." Diamond slurred. Her tongue felt way too heavy for her to form a full sentence.

Roxanne was gasping for air but laughed anyway. If she is going to go down then she’s taking this bitch with her.

Diamond gathered all her strength, grabbed a full bottle of bourbon and hit the unknown woman hard on her head. Being hit for the second time, Roxanne too started feeling dizzy and more blood covered her face and clothes, slowly she was losing consciousness and Diamond regretted not doing it earlier.

Dammit!

She couldn’t enjoy seeing her writhing with pain. ‘I should have done it sooner.’ That was her last thought.

Then everything went pitch black, not only for Diamond but for Roxanne too as they both fainted.