Song: Killing Strangers- Marilyn Manson

Author's Note: Sorry guys...I know you read this chapter already. I write in Microsoft word and accidently skipped the chapter before this one and I really wanted you to be able to read it. So I will delete the other 'Bloody Hell' and add this one here. Please forgive me.

A fucking week has gone by and she has not stepped foot back in the club. No one has seen or heard anything about her. It is like she disappeared. I just don't get it and every moment of my day seems occupied on thoughts about her.

Amber walks into the kitchen and sits down beside me at the table. "Good morning Master."

I don't reply. Maybe because I have so much other shit going on in my head that honestly I don't think I even heard her. All that I can think about is that fucking ginger. I just got to know more about her."Is everything alright with you, sir? You have been acting rather strange the past few days."

I look up at her and then back down at the plate in front of me. "Have I now...I'm sorry; I just have so much on my mind lately." It's not a lie; I really do have other things on my mind lately.

"Is there anything that I can do?" She reaches over and touches my arm.

I just happen to pull away. Any other time I would have grabbed her and held her down and fuck the shit out of her. But then again she is the last thing on my mind. I shrug her off and for the first time I actually see a little disappointment in her eyes. Maybe it is time to let her go. I mean I did tell her that I would eventually. I glace back over at her and she is looking down at her plate with a sullen face; I just know the tears will start to come any moment now."Look I really just have a lot of things going on right now?"

"Are you seeing someone else...is that it?" She doesn't even bother looking up as she plays with her scrabbled up eggs. I see that mind of hers working, putting images of me with another woman.

"No...even if I was it's really none of your business." I glare at her.

She throws the fork into the plate making a loud noise as it splatters some out on to the table. She looks up and glares at me with watery eyes. I glare back at her again, daring her to open that mouth of hers. I wait for her to smart off to me but she doesn't instead she gets up from the table and grabs a paper towel and then comes back over to clean it up. She then turns to take her plate to the sink and empties it into the garbage disposal. Her hands quickly go to her check to wipe the few stray tears that fall.

"Come here," I order her.

She walks over slowly and stands between my legs. I grab her hand and jerk her down to her knees. She lets out a soft cry, "I'm sorry Master...I...I don't know what came over me."

I place my finger over her sweet lips for her to be quite. I was about to unzip my pants and show her how to use that mouth of hers but for some reason or another I start to pet the top of her head. "I'm letting you go...have your stuff packed within the hour and I will have someone take you to the airport."

"Airport...I don't understand. What are you doing Master?" She looks up at me horrified that I would even suggest letting her go. Her eyes swell up and her eyes start pouring out tears. "You can't just get rid of me just like that. I gave everything up to be here with you and you can't...I....I won't let you do this to me."

I totally ignore everything that she just said. "Have your stuff ready...look you always wanted to travel and I think this is the best time. I will set you up down in Florida in a really nice apartment and you can finish school there. You will enjoy it...I promise." I stand up and leave her there on her knees in shock that I am letting her go. I don't bother waiting on her to leave. I go grab my keys and head out the door.

 I'm sitting at the Master's Den in my office with one of the girls down on her knees between my legs. I'm trying to get everyone off of my mind but it's just not working. So I head down to one of the rooms and grab another girl by the hand taking her with me. When I open the door she grins from ear to ear.

The room is all set up with chains, handcuffs, and other harness. I walk her over to the wall and grab her hand to cuff it to the handcuffs hanging down and then I grab her other hand. I let my hand trail down her middle right between her glowing breasts. I ease all the way down till I reach her sweet spot and shove my fingers between her wetness. I take the bar above her head and turn it around and now she is facing away from me. I continue to play with her, letting her moan out for more.

But I have over things on my mind. I walk over and grab the whip and then walk back over to her. I lean in to her close to her ear without touching her with my lips. "I want to play...you know your safe words right?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." I step back and swing the whip with just enough bite, not enough to really hurt but just enough to hear her moan out. I whip her a few more times, getting a little harder each time to see how long she will be willing to take it. Then there is a loud cry and I know I am at her breaking point even if she didn't say the safe word. I drop the whip and stand directly behind her and force myself into her. I pound deep and hard all the while pulling her hair back into me. I want to watch her come. I pound deeper and harder listening to the sweet moaning. I feel her go and then I pull out and finish off, wrapping my own hand around my hardness.

When I leave the room one of the guys is standing there. "Sir there was a phone call for you, it's your grandfather."

"My Grandfather...what he never just ups and calls me like this." I walk past him and head to the office to grab my phone. No one answers. I dial my dad to see if he knows anything.

"Hey Mekhi...finally...look, meet me at the restaurant. Apparently someone decided to have a business meeting there and it sounds like it is not going well."

 When I get there the guys are still in a heated argument. My dad starts talking to my grandfather asking him what the hell is going on. "The one to the right says that I need to pay up...something about how I might need protection. I told him that I don't need protection. The guy on the left says that if I don't pay they will make me pay or else they will wish that I took them up on their offer."

"What the hell does that suppose to me?" My dad says angrily. He shakes his head back at him and looks around the place.

"I figured they would trash the place, burn it down or just take me out back and beat me until I comply."

"That little motherfucker...he came in here to take advantage of you guys...does he have any idea who in the hell he is fucking with. I will go take care of this shit." My dad stops and looks at me. "You stay here with pops and your grandmother...if anything happens you come out there and do whatever you have to do...understand?"

"Yes sir." I stand back with them and watch my dad make his way over to the table. He is so cool and collected and holding back his anger quite well, better than I would have. I was already to go out there and put a cap in both of their foreheads but not my dad it was like he needed a conformation to do so.

I can't hear a fucking word that they are saying from where I stand. I watch my father cover his mouth with his hand and then tap his finger against his lips as if he is thinking of the best way to settle this and out of nowhere we hear a gunshot ring through the air. I push my grandmother down so that she would not get hit by any stay bullets. My grandfather bends down to shield her.

I run out to help my dad but there was no need to because both of the guys sit there with a bullet hole to the head. "I thought you were going to just talk to them and settle the issue?" I look around at the place and blood is freaking splattered all over the wall behind the both of them, not to mention the table and the floor. This looks like it will be a pain in the ass to clean up.

He smirks, "Well...I tired." He takes out his phone and calls in a cleaner. "I need a reservation for two at 625 Washington Street."

 I go back over to my grandparents and then help my grandmother back up. She hugs me and taps me on the shoulder. "How about something to eat," she asks me but doesn't give me the time to answer her as she quickly turns around and goes into the back to the kitchen like nothing ever happened.

We are sitting there talking when the door opens up and holy hell she walks in.

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Thank you guys if you read this chapter again. Sorry for the mistake. Hopefully it is fixed and in the right order now.