Chapter 14

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I had finished gotten ready and checked my appearance in my full-length mirror when mom informed me that Marc was in the living room. I had worn a simple v-neck lace type black dress that stopped a couple of inches above my knees with some black red bottom pumps. Furthermore, I had curled my hair big and put only some mascara, eye shadow, and light shade red lipstick.

I took up my purse and put my handheld pistol in it. Likewise, I had made sure that I also had my pocket knife, some cash, ID, lipstick, and a pack of wipes in there as well before I headed downstairs to meet Marc so that we could hit the club. Dad had been extremely surprised that Dominic had asked me for my assistant in matters like this and mom kept telling me to be careful.

After we had left my home, we drove for maybe about 20 minutes before we were at INFERNO. Luckily there wasn't a long line outside, and we were able to get in as soon as we got there.

“I'm going to go sit at the bar, see if I can gather anything,” I had said to Marc. “Do you want anything?”

“No, I think I'll be fine for the time being, I just will be sitting over there in that corner nearby.” Marc shook his head.

“Now that won't look suspicious at all. A guy sitting by himself in a dark corner not even drinking a beer,” I replied sarcastically which caused Marc to chuckle.

“I'm getting you a beer, I'll be right back,” I said to him as I walked towards the bar.

“Hey, can I have a beer and a dirty Martini please?” I had used my British accent as I smiled at the bartender who was behind the counter.

“Sure thing beautiful.” the bartender replied before he placed a cold beer in front of me then my drink which he had made.

After I had paid him, I got up with both drinks as I headed over to where Marc was.

“Here you go sir, now you won't look so suspicious” I chuckled as I placed the beer on the table in front of him.

“Thank you, Lexi” Marc replied as he took a sip.

“Don't mention it,” I said to him. “I'm going back to sit at the bar for a while.”

I headed back to the bar and sat at the counter. I kept glancing around to see if I could get a glimpse of anyone that may look important and could possibly be the owner of this club since I had no idea who he was.

“Wow this place is amazing,” I said as I still used my British accent to the bartender who had come my way asking if everything was good.

In all honesty, I was just trying to see if he knew anything that would have slipped, although the place was indeed amazing.

“You're British right? First time here?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “It's nice here, the owner seemed to have gone all out”.

“Yeah, Mr. Cavelli sure does put his money to good used to perfect his businesses.” the bartender replied.

Mr. Cavelli, so that was his name. Well, that was progress.

“Does he come here often?” I asked.

“Sometimes. He shows up whenever he feels like it.” he shrugged.

“Oh,” I nodded, “Must be nice to own a club that seems to be so successful.”

I sat there for a couple more minutes in hopes that I would find out something else that could be useful when a guy came up beside me.

“Hey beautiful,” he said to me as he sat on the stool beside me and lean a bit too close to me.

“Hi,” I replied uninterested without even looking at him.

“You are so beautiful,” he said to me as he put his hand on my waist.
“I've been watching you for a couple of minutes now from across the room.”

This time, I turned to look at him because right at that moment he was invading my personal space and had touched me without my consent.

“You can go back over there and keep watching okay,” I said to him as I removed his hand from off me.

The second I saw his face, I noticed that he looked familiar. He was probably in his thirties and I tried to remember where I might have seen him before.

“Feisty” he chuckled, “I like feisty”.

“I'm sure you do” I replied looking at him as I tried to fully placed where I had seen him before.

“Sooo?” He had drawled, trying to sound seductive. “What do you say, you and I get out of here and go have our own party?”

It took me a while, but I had finally remembered why I had recognized him. Over eight years ago, the asshole had been one of the guys who had broken into my home and killed my parents. And years after, he was there free as a bird trying to flirt with me? Who the hell did he think he was?

This realization caused my jaw to clench a bit as I had sworn for years that if I had ever seen this guy again, I would no doubt, kill him just as he had helped killed my parents.

“Oh really?” I tried to hide the shock and anger that was in my voice.

“Yeah, I'm sure both of us could use a little fun,” He said as he raised his brows suggestively “After all, this place is a bit boring don't you think?”

Fun? Really Jackass? I thought to myself. Sure I'll show you fun.

“Sorry, I can't. “ I said to him as I feigned disappointment.

“Why not?” He asked.

“I don't even know your name,” I said to him.

“Well let's change that. I'm Ethan.”

“Hi, Ethan. I'm Kat” I told him. I had used the name Kat, from Kathleen which was my original name at the time before Alphonso adopted me. The time when this loser broke into my home and destroyed my family.

“So Kat, want to get out of here?” Ethan asked.

“I'm here with a friend, so I can't leave, but we could go to the restrooms for a bit if you'd like,” I suggested to him.

“Sure, now you're talking” he grinned widely as he got up from the stool.

“Go ahead, lead the way,” I said to him as I stood up as well.

“This way.” he smiled as he started walking off in the direction of where the bathrooms were.

I looked over and saw Marc gave me a confused look as if saying 'what the hell are you doing?'.
I gave him a small nod and a look that I hoped said 'trust me' before I walked off and followed asshole, Ethan.

While he made his way to the bathroom with me following behind, I pulled open my purse and took out my pocket knife, and put it in my dress pocket. I kept my head down slightly to the bathroom in case there were cameras there.

Luckily, the bathroom area wasn't crowded as no one was in there. As we had entered the bathroom, Ethan closed the door before pushing me against it and practically attacked me like a wild animal. He started kissing me and I kept my lips closed, moving my head a little to the left which caused him to shifted his Lips and started to kiss my neck.

I used one of my hands to caressed up and down his neck then up to his hair as I ran my fingers through it. He was totally distracted while I used my free hand to reach into my pocket and retrieved the knife. Before he even had any time to reacted, I had tightened my fingers in his hair then pulled away from him as I brought my other hand up behind him and stabbed him in the neck with it. I was sure that it hit a major vein, a bone, or something.

He barely even had time to cry out as he held his neck and stepped back, staggering.

“What... wha?” Ethan tried to spoke as he looked at me with wide eyes then fell to the floor.

“That is for breaking into my house in London eight years ago, you and your little buddy and killing my parents.” I said to him.

“You... Yo” Ethan tried to talk again but had a hard time. He was breathing hard and on the verge of passing out.

“Yes, I was there that night, remember. You looked straight at me as you tried figuring out if you should kill me too or not. I saw you left my house after you and your buddy kill them, you should have just killed me too because now... I'm killing you” I said to him before I kicked him right in the neck which caused him to fell on his back.

I bent down and checked him for a pulse, and it turned out he had none, he was already cold and dead... just like my parents. I needed to get out of there before someone figured out what had happened and caused me to end up in prison. However, I also needed to get rid of any possible evidence which could have possibly linked me to his death. I got a piece of paper towel and dampen it with water and liquid soap, I then wiped his lips with it.

Who knew what people checked for as evidence at crime scenes? There was no way I was going to allow them to find my DNA on this guy's lips. I then wiped the area of his neck that I had touched before I threw the paper towel on the toilet and flushed it. I used another piece of paper towel to open the doorknob before I headed back into the club.

I went past Marc and jerked my head towards the exit of the club as I headed out myself with Marc following shortly behind.

“What happened Lexi!?” Marc asked concerned as we located and entered his car.

“There has been an incident Marc, but I took care of it, don't worry. Now just drive.” I told him as he started the car and drove off.


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