Okay, so should I still warn, you guys, before a violent or smutty chapter?

Because, if you've read my books, then by now I guess you know that my writing style is extremely graphic.

Tell me what you think in the comments.

Btw, this will be a violent one of those chapters. 
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*19 years later*

^^Jayla Santiago.

Jayla Santiago's POV.

"So what do you say, can I buy you a drink, handsome?" I ask, looking at the next victim, through my eyelashes.

Robert Michaels.

32 years of age.

6ft 2.

220 pounds.

Irish descent with starting green eyes and greying black hair, which is even starting to recede.

He sits comfortably on his barstool, cigarette in one hand, and a beer in the other.

He crossed my family a couple of months, ago when he 'forgot' to give us our money and thought that he had gotten away with it.

Tragic.

He smiles back, his eyes roaming my body shamelessly as if I'm his last meal, before a death row and I really don't blame him.

He clearly doesn't know me.

If I were him, I'd be staring at me too.

I wear a stunning silvery dress, with a plunging neckline and a slit down the side, exposing a bare leg, the other, well hidden, for good reason.

^^ Jayla's look.

"Sure, you can, but I didn't catch your name, sweetheart" He says, leaning towards me, the smell of beer heavy and stale on his breath.

"That's because I didn't throw it" I respond, taking a sip of my wine and then giggling.

"Ohh, a tease, are we?" He asks and I blush, biting my lip gently, to draw his eyes towards them, as he takes a sip of the wine I bought him.

"I wish we weren't in public..." I say softly as if I'm pleading.

"I'd tease you some more" I say.

A smirk quickly overtakes his features and he stands up.

"Good thing, we're in a hotel then, Hm?" He says and I giggle.

"What did you have in mind?" I ask, seductively and even in the dim light, I can see that his pupils have dilated at my tone of voice.

I brush my finger along his toned arm, letting my nails graze him, painfully slowly.

He growls under his breath, growling under his breath, his pants, now forming a tent, which is appropriate.

I glance down at it and then lift my eyes slowly to meet his.

"Let's go somewhere private" I say into his ear, letting my lips press against it and my chest brush against his, knowing that the material of my dress is really thin and now that I'm pressed flush against him, he can probably feel my nipples through the sheer material of my dress.

He presses a hand to the small of my back and starts to lead me out of the bar area, past the casino and to the elevator.

When we get into it, he backs me into the corner of it, and starts kissing on my neck, hungrily and sloppily.

Bleh!

I moan slightly, because I know it's what he wants to hear, which of course spurs the idiot on, some more.

He holds my hips firmly and presses his groin into mine roughly, while his hands grope my ass clumsily.

I internally roll my eyes.

He leads me to his room and I kick the door shut after us.

Sound proof walls...

Perfect.

He tried to take control, moving us back, until, we're on top of the bed, making it creak with our weight.

I straddle him, grinding on him slowly and he looks up at me, with gleaming hopeful eyes.

Sucker.

I suddenly, tighten my grip on his hips with my thighs and pick up a pillow.

"Ouu, is that a kink- -?" He starts to ask, when I hold the pillow over his face and he starts to struggle weakly.

The effects of his 'drink' have kicked in and he struggles to breath.

He tries to claw at my wrists, but I hold him firm until the struggling stops and he passes out.

I remove the pillow, to see that he is still faintly breathing.

I take my silencer out of the strap on my ankle and hold it up to his forehead, leaning down, to whisper into his ear.

His eyes start to flutter open.

"Surprise, motherfucker!" I say and then pull the trigger.

He barely has time to cry out and I listen for his final breath, before I am contempt.

His blood starts the spread behind his head and down his cheeks, the bullet between his eyes, hardy even visible.

I get off of him swiftly and observe the diamond Rolex on his wrist as well as the expensive looking ring on his middle finger.

I take them off with ease and put them in the bag I prepared and hid in his room earlier, after clearing out his bank account.

"That should cover it" I mutter, whistling through my teeth.

I zip my dress back up and then turn back to the body.

I rip open his shirt and take my small knife out of my bag, and between his third and second rib cage, I carve the letter 'B' for 'BONNIE' with a cute little 'xo' next to it as neatly as I can and then sigh.

My work is done!

I saunter out of the room, bag casually hung on my shoulder.

I pass a maid on my way out and her eyes flick to my bag and then to me.

"You working late?" She asks and I nod, taking a small wad of cash out of the bag and discreetly handing it to her.

"You know what to do" I tell her and she gives me a cat-like grin.

"When are you next coming to visit me and the boys?" She asks and I give her a wink.

"You'll know, soon enough Hannah" I respond and she gives me a mock salute, before heading off in the opposite direction, wheeling her cart along with her.

I go down the stairs and look down at my new watch.

"Five... Four... Three...Two"

A piercing scream rings out through the the hotel lobby and a buzz of commotion.

Hannah stands at the top of the stairs looking "distraught", the colour drained from her cheeks, hand clutching her heart as if she's seen a ghost, her eyes wide and darting across the room in search for "help".

"It's Bonnie! She's been here!" She wails frantically, shakily clutching the stairs with her free hand.

The commotion grows louder and people start running for their lives.

Hannah's eyes dart to mine, giving me the 'All clear'.

Once I shake out of my state of awe, I slink out of the exit, the bag close to my side and not stopping, until I get to my car.

Ahhh.

A sexy car for a sexy woman.

I grin at the thought and get inside the car, throwing the money and jewels into the back.

I pull out of the parking lot and start driving at my normal pace.

After all, what's the rush?

I tap the front screen and speak.

"Call, Jaime" I tell the car.

Calling... Jamie.

After ringing a couple of times, a raspy sleep voice answers the phone.

"Jayla, do you know what time it is? I got work in the morning!" Jaimie growls angrily.

Oof, he just woke up... his voice sounds so good!

"Officer, Davis..." I greet sweetly.

"Jayla... you been working late again?" Jamie asks tiredly.

"Are you too tired for me?" I ask, deflecting the question.

"Never" he responds huskily.

I smirk to myself.

"Hm, good. Because I'm on my way, and I'm feeling a little... Tense" I tell him.

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