King
Christy dropped me off at Diamond Castle to get to my car. In a dramatic turn of events, we hadn’t had an awkward moment, even after the sex. I’d expected her to immediately pull away and tell me what a mistake it was, but she hadn’t, and I felt an odd sort of happiness at that.
The sex was fucking great, as expected. I didn’t know what it was about Christy begging me to dominate her, but it set me off like nothing else. It had been a long while since I’d found someone who could meet and keep up with my sexual appetite, but Christy was just as eager as I was.
I didn’t know if it was because of her beauty, or the great sex, or maybe even the entertaining conversation every once in a while, but I found myself comparing Christy with every other girl I had ever known, and somehow, she was coming out on top every time. There just wasn’t a reasonable explanation for it.
I’d thought about it long and hard and decided that I needed to find a cure at some point; I couldn’t go my whole life only fantasizing about one woman. Assuming she didn’t back away like she did before, I didn’t see what could go wrong with keeping up our sexual relationship. It made perfect sense to me; we would keep having sex as often as we did, and soon enough, I would get past this crazy phase of mine and begin to move on. We were both adults and not looking for anything. We didn’t have to make things complicated, especially since we both knew we weren’t the one for the other.
Satisfied with the realization, I continued on to the parking lot of the club, jangling my keys in my hand, content enough that I could have started whistling. It didn’t occur to me that something wasn’t right until I’d reached my car and was about to unlock the door. It was like a sixth sense had been activated within me, and I immediately became more aware of my surroundings.
I was so used to the bright lights of the club being on whenever I was here that I hadn’t noticed that they shouldn’t be on now. A sudden crash sounded out within the club, and I was immediately on guard. The odds of it being anything other than what I was expecting were very low. I wished I had some sort of weapon—a gun, a bat or even a stick, just so I had something to protect myself with. With slow and cautious steps, I approached the door of the club, peering through, but unable to see anything.
I didn’t know why I’d expected to be able to peer in from the outside, but I bit down my disappointment and opened the door a crack. I heard another crashing sound from within and, through the slight gap in the door, spotted a figure moving about.
Who would be here now?
Maybe it was just Rossi. That seemed like it was the easiest answer, and it would mean that I was just overreacting about the whole thing. I knew he was often in the club at strange hours, and it wasn’t that unlikely that he would be here now. After all, what kind of person would break into an empty strip club?
I slid inside the door, closing it softly behind me. If there was someone here, then I’d have to stop them. I’d broken into enough places with my crew back in the day that I felt an odd disappointment in other people who do the same.
Sticking my head around the corner, I pulled back instantly when I saw a masked man in head-to-toe black. He wasn’t looking in my direction, but I’d confirmed that there was indeed a robber in the club.
The thought of calling the police didn’t even cross my mind. After silently counting to three, I jumped out, and shouted, “Stop!”
The man froze, instinctually lifting his palms up to me in a placating gesture.
“Don’t move, and I won’t call the cops.”
The masked head nodded once.
“Good, now take off your mask.”
I was shocked that the man was actually about to comply when the sound of a single muffled footstep alerted me to the presence of another man, just before his fist came crashing into my side.
I’d taken enough hits in my life to not buckle under the force, but God was that a good hit.
Twisting away from the next punch, I threw one of my own that he dodged effectively. Another masked man appeared beside him, and it was now three on one. It wasn’t that I doubted my abilities in any way, but I knew I was in trouble when the hits started coming from all sides.
I threw a leg out, spinning around and going for some knees, while my hands went for their heads. I cursed as my hits missed all of them. They were really good fighters; it was almost like they were able to read my mind.
What were fighters as good as they were doing robbing this place? I sincerely doubted there was a large sum of money kept on the premises, so what else would they be here for?
One of the men threw a sliced uppercut and kick, followed by a side jab, and I was so surprised by the familiar combo that the last jab got me in the side and knocked me to my knees.
I could have recognized that fighting style anywhere. After all, I was the one who invented that move. But, surely, it was just a coincidence.
Attempting to get back up, I was knocked down again by a kick to the back of the knees, and then a blow to the head, before everything went black.