Who the fucking fuck is she again?

I tapped my feet against the tiles, still glaring at the purple-colored paper in her outstretched hands. 

"Do I look like a joke to you?" I almost lunged at her neck but Frank had me pulled back against his chest before I could make an attempt, tensing underneath my angry nails.

"Which VIP room are they in?" Frank's bored eyes glared into hers. "This one," He pointed to the room few metres away from where we stood, "or that." He jabbed his thumb to the stairs ahead of us.

I swear if it's the room upstairs . . .

"Why don't you find out yourself?" She spat out and walked away, jotting down some notes as the sound of her heels clicking echoed down the hall.

Bam. It wasn't her stupidity that surprised me. Oh no, I've seen way more stupid brats than her. It was the fact that both of us had pulled the trigger on just one person, in a fucking harmony.

But was it a silent gun? No. I stupidly mistaken it for the pistol.

"Shit. Get rid of the body, I'll go take the fucking daddy call." I told Frank and looked around for any suspicious movement.

He narrowed his eyes and snapped, "And leave you to a bunch of psychos? No, thank you."

"Gah, what about Lizzy huh? Stalk her for some minutes and make sure she doesn't mess up anything, I'll be back in five minutes. Don't disobey me, Franklin." I took off my leather jacket and tied its sleeves around my waist to secure the weapons laying there. I can't risk losing it in the middle of horny men.

He looked at me, unsure for a moment and briefly nodded before walking over to the lifeless blondie, searching her pockets for anything that might give her away.

"Viola."

I turned back at him and rose an eyebrow when he walked to me with the note the dead girl had given me. "Just in case."

I sighed and took it into my pocket, rubbing my bloodied hands on my shirt as I walked up the stairs. Why I did not use the elevator? I don't know. I just don't know.

I guess I'm just too angry to fucking press a button right now.

As I reached the staircases to the last floor, I unfolded the crumpled note and narrowed my eyes at it.

I'll let you have your kill only for a deal.

So meet me in the VIP before I fucking change my mind, princess.

—Yours 001.

I rolled my eyes and tucked the note back into my pockets, clenching my fists at my sides with each step I took towards the room.

Looks like I wasn't Karmaproof after all. He's just fucking everywhere.

What a desperate fucker.

I barely even reached the top stair of the floor when the sound of groans and giggles filled my ears. Oh God, is he doing what I fucking think he's doing?

"Miss Purple, you can't—"

Bam.

"What are you doi—"

Bam.

"Please!"

Bam.

Bam. Bam.

"Motherfucker, come out of your tent or I'll kill more of your worthless men!" I growled, straddling the last guard with two guns pinned to the middle of his forehead.

At first, there was silence but then a gunshot in the room.

The fuck he wants to play it dirty? I'll play it dirty then.

With an annoyed groan, I slammed the back of the gun against the man's face and released the trigger in the middle of his forehead, frowning as my thick black shirt slowly turned transparent black with blood stains.

Fuck.

"You can come in now, sweet minx." A cool, deep voice announced from inside the room, reminding me of the position he has been holding all my life.

My number one greatest nemesis.

"With all pleasure, nemesis." I grinned through my sarcastic words and pulled out my silent gun, slowly walking to the transparent veiled den of sinners.

******

"You were fucking with one of my members?!" I held my head and stared at the slit throat of the redhead at his feet.

"Correction. She was fucking with one of my members." He looked up at me, giving me the clear view of his face.

His black hair wasn't curly or wavy like the last time we met. It was messy, dangerous kind of messy, and carelessly flew over his pierced brows and sharp jaw. His grey eyes held glares I've never seen in my entire life and his pierced lips curled back to quirk a smirk.

Then I took in his clothes. He wore a white plain turtle shirt with a brown leather jacket loosely hanging on his arms and some faded jeans to top up his sexy looks. At the bottom of his shirt were three very dangerous words, and I gulped to see him also taking in my clothes.

Shit. It's soaked.

With blood.

"So, now that you've finished ravishing my body and soul," He clasped his hands and cocked his head to the side. "What do you think about the shirt? I had it specifically branded with my nickname." He grinned at me, while I returned a bored look.

"Her greatest nemesis—are you fucking with me, Raphael?" I crossed an arm over the other and scowled. "Please don't act childish and fucking end this chase."

"Chase?" He chuckled and stood up, his height however reminding me of how tall he was. "Look who just showed up in a club of men."

"Fuck you. This is my—" I swallowed back my words, "how the hell did you even get in anyways? I was the last to come to this club."

"That's what you thought." He played with the ring on his lips, sending an unfamiliar feeling down my spine by just looking at him do that. "So far, you've killed twelve of my men. Care to explain princess?"

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

He lit up a cigarette and exhaled the smoke on my face, savoring the angry look in my eyes with an amused smirk. "Watching you kill the idiots at the gates was fun though. They just couldn't recognize the Queen, could they?"

I'm pretty sure I was about to turn fifty shades of red, but I pushed back his compliment at the back of my mind and grabbed his shirt, almost shivering when my fingers came in contact with his tensed muscles.

Damn, karma's hot.

"I knew those bodyguards were a fake, thank you very much. Now can we get back to the deal before I blow off your head with my gun?"

He leaned closer with a toothy grin. "I've a special kind of gun you can blow for me princess."

The fuuuuck.

"I'm this close to making it explode," I whispered behind his ears while the tip of my gun caressed the area close to his crotch.

"Feel free to." He whispered back and playfully nibbled the tip of my ears. I froze, like literally froze, before I came back to my senses and threw an annoying punch to his jaw.

"I hope the deal's not to sleep with you, because that's the last thing on earth I'll fucking do with a fucking piece of . . ."

"Fucking piece of?" He rose his eyebrows and chuckled when I became speechless. Speechless because he's driving me insane again, but in so many ways.

"Don't worry minx, I'd never want to sleep with you." His sweet smile was instantly replaced with a serious smile, whereas mine was completely turned upside down. Ouch.

"Don't expect me to ask why." I rolled my eyes when I saw the wicked look on his face, his eyes glued to my face to savor the embarrassed look that'll follow.

Don't let him see it in your eyes. Don't let him, don't let him.

"Because I already do." I ran my fingers through my hair and crawled into the couch, far away from where he was seated. And I swore I heard him chuckle. "So. . .?"

He jabbed his fingers to the bottles before us. "Have a drink. I'm sure you'll love it, it's tainted purple color after all." He snickered.

"Please don't tease me again or that tongue of yours will—"

"So you do want to sleep with me after all." He chuckled and sucked on his bottom lips. "Don't worry, whatever I call mine is mine."

I'm fucking red right now, ain't I?

"Wow, the most infamous Femme Fatale in the whole of New York is fifty shades of red." He laughed, nearly knocking me off the couch.

That's it.

I pulled the trigger not once, not twice, and groaned when he sidestepped the bullets.

"If this is about Riccardo, stay the fuck away from him or I'll end your reign in the fucking Lucas!"

He groaned in annoyance and pulled out a blade from his pants, placing it against the back of my neck as he had one of my hands pinned behind me while unfortunately for him, I had a gun placed against his throat, my finger tapping against the metal impatiently.

I chuckled, "You sure know how to piss off a lady, Raphael."

Yes! Thanks to the clothes drawn by Heathers133 my description style became better! So, what do you think of Raphael?