CHAPTER 32
NICHOLAI
As the biker’s head disappeared between Lucky’s legs, my rage increased. Each time he touched her, the urge to kill him intensified.
I’d killed once for her. I can do it again.
Her moans made me cringe.
I used to make her moan like that.
I used to make her head fall back in ecstasy.
That was my body he was fucking.
Disgusted, I turned off my phone and shoved it in the front pocket of the hotel uniform I was wearing. I’d put on a black wig and a pair of thick spectacles, and thanks to the laundry room door being unlocked in the basement of the hotel, it was easy to grab a uniform and blend in as an employee of the hotel restaurant.
Most of the Gods were already seated at a big round table in the middle of the room, raucously joking with each other like they were on vacation. It was pathetic really. What kind of security were they providing?
Sure, they had to eat. But if I was still in charge, they’d do that on a revolving schedule, ensuring Lucky was never left alone.
She’s not alone now, my mind reminded me, making my stomach churn once more.
I grabbed a coffee pot and walked around them, refilling their cups slowly while I listened in on their conversation. I was delighted to hear they were talking about me.
“The guy must be shaking in his shoes,” the bald one with the missing tooth said, full of arrogance. “I bet he took one look at us and ran the other way.”
“I’m glad we made it through yesterday without any incidents,” the serious one said. “Let’s do that again today, guys. You’re all doing a great job. Just remember to be vigilant and stay focused. Vegas can be chaotic and just being there will come with its own challenges.”
Jesus, they were like a bunch of toddlers that needed reassurance.
Good job, guys! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Yeah, right.
They had no idea what I had in store for them.
Let them be arrogant and feel good about themselves. Let their leader heap praise upon them. It’ll be better that way.
If they’re feeling so high and mighty, it’ll only hurt more when they fall.
Walking behind the tall, skinny one that had been guarding Lucky’s door last night, I reached over him from behind to fill his cup. I filled it to the brim, slowly bringing the coffee pot back and letting the edge tip over just slightly, just enough to allow some of the scalding hot coffee to pour out and land all over his precious black leather vest.
“What the fuck!” he shouted, jumping up from his seat.
“Sir, I’m so sorry,” I replied, grabbing a napkin and pressing it against the leather to soak it up. He pushed my hand away, ripping off the vest and wiping the coffee from his now-stained white t-shirt that he wore underneath. “That was a total accident, I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll get you another coffee.”
He draped the vest over a nearby chair and sat back down, glaring at me with an angry growl.
“I’ll make sure your breakfast is comped,” I said.
He nodded and went back to his breakfast, and the others continued their conversation, ignoring me completely.
They didn’t see me grab the vest from the chair.
They didn’t see me walk away with it.
They didn’t see the huge smile that spread across my face as I rejoiced in my success, just like they didn’t see the chaos that was coming their way.
I passed Lucky and Ziggy near the elevators, the leather vest hidden away in my shirt, the smiles plastered to their faces only serving as motivation to destroy them.