Page 170 of Creep
I watched as the three men entered a shabby strip club in the one part of the city that the Camorra actually ruled over. The women who worked here were all part of the Camorra’s property. I’m sure they wouldn’t lose any sleep over Gallo’s impending demise.
No, they would probably cry tears of joy. But for now, it was all fake, happy smiles as some of them greeted him by the door.
I knew he was here to see Myra, his favorite stripper. It didn’t matter that the fucker had a wife of twenty-five years back at home. At this point, I was sure the missus probably preferred him coming here than touching her.
I watched as the door closed behind them, leaving me standing in the street by myself.
I didn’t think the guards would hold that much of a challenge. It wasn’t like they would be with him while he had his fun.
This made it the perfect time to attack. The only problem was ensuring Myra didn’t scream and alert everyone around.
Or hell, maybe her screaming for the entire club to hear might be a good thing. With the way I was feeling, I needed something more to help abate this unsettled sensation inside me than to just sneak up on the fucker while he was fucking someone else. Taking on his guard dogs could do the trick.
I shook my head and pushed out of the alley, keeping my head low, and went straight for the strip club. There were cameras around. I knew that. Gallo could be careless when it came to his safety, his arrogance ensured that, but he wasn’t stupid.
I moved to the side of the building and looked around for a way to climb up to the third floor. A metal dumpster nearby was perfect. I closed one of the lids and hoisted myself on top of it, trying to make as little noise as possible. It helped that New York was never quiet.
Even now, I could hear the honk of a car in the distance. That sound worked as a distraction when I jumped and reached for the windowsill protruding from the outside. My muscles strained as I used that to pull myself up. Thankfully, the window was closed, and the room I came to was empty. I stayed close to the wall, keeping in the shadows as booming laughter hit my ears.
I watched Miguel walk up the stairs, his arms around a curvy woman I assumed was Myra. Fucker was telling a joke. A bad one. She still laughed and playfully slapped him on the chest.
They walked into one room, far from where I was standing. I waited for a long while. I didn’t think the fucker was into foreplay, but hell, what did I know? I crossed my arms and focused on the loud, vibrating beat of the music on the first floor, feeling it through my shoes. My heart slowed, and everything seemed calmer.
I needed to keep my head on straight. I moved when the song reached its climax.
I pushed the door open wide enough for me to slip through, taking in the dimly lit room. It was much quieter here than it was outside. The only sound came from the grunts and moans of the two people on the bed and the thump, thump, thump of the headboard hitting the wall every time the fucker thrust.
Perfect. The sound gave me enough indication to time where he was at.
I got further into the room and found the bed right away. It was a huge king-size bed that took up the front and center of the room. Gallo’s back was to me, and I could see shapely legs wrapped around his waist.
I pulled out my blade and walked closer to the bed. Myra’s eyes caught my face. I plunged the knife into Gallo’s back before she could scream for help.
The fucker let out a roar in pain as he twisted around and met my face, my blade still protruding from his back.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
I grinned but didn’t answer him. What would it matter if he knew who I was? He was a dead man at this point.
He charged at me. Fast for someone with a knife in his back. But not fast enough. I sidestepped at the last moment, watching as he stumbled slightly before he was able to maintain his balance.
He turned to me and threw the first punch. His fist caught me on my lips. Metal hit my tongue, driving up my adrenaline.
I cupped my jaw, trying to assess whether or not anything was broken. Lia was going to hate seeing my busted lip later. Now, normally, I wouldn’t care about leaving any marks, but I knew Lia was fond of my face. The fact this might affect herwasaffecting me.
I lunged and tackled him to the floor.
He landed on his back, pushing the knife deeper and deeper inside him. Blood pooled beneath us, and I could tell he was moments away from taking his last breath on earth as his eyes glazed over.
He reached his hands up and wrapped them around my neck, trying to lodge me off him and give him the advantage.
He surprisingly had considerable strength despite being moments away from death, but it wasn’t enough to help him. It was far too late for him.
He should have known that.
I pulled his hands away and punched him in the face. Blood spurted from his nose as I pressed my hands down on his chest, pushing the knife deep inside. He jolted beneath me from the pressure as his muscles finally gave out. His hands fell to the floor, covered in his blood.
I pushed off him and looked at Myra on the bed, her brown eyes widening in fright, the sheets covered over her chest.
