Days have passed since my last kill, the time slow going but tonight is one I will cherish forever.

I blow a tendril of blonde hair out of my blue contacted eyes. The blonde wig sits in waves, brushing my collarbones like a lover's caress, but it itches the back of my neck as I tilt my head in the mirror.

A body sidles up next to mine, pulling the side of the wig to straighten it.

Andy tilts her head, mimicking me. "I don't think I could've done better if I do say so myself."

Her eyes flicker to the thick bangle around my wrist, "Nice touch." Her eyes find mine again as I lift a finger to the scar hidden under a layer of makeup, smiling at the disguise.

Leaning forward, I apply a coat of gloss over my lips, the glow accentuating the pout. I wipe the corner of my mouth, letting my hands trail down my waist to hips, running over the sapphire blue lingerie hugging tightly to my figure.

Thin beads of rhinestone wrap like snakes around my waist, decorating the plain boned corset. They decorate the hem of the blue lace, pearlescent. I lift a hand, dragging a finger down the curve of my breast. Following the beads of rhinestones that contour and bring the eyes to the swell of my chest.

Exactly what Andy was going for, no doubt.

"It's almost like you got a boob job." Andy says, as if she'd heard my thoughts.

Swaths of lace hug the curves of my hipbones, accentuating the hip dips and curve of my ass. Stretch marks linger on the outsides of my thighs and I run my fingers down them, smiling.

I feel sexy.

I twist the ring around my finger in anticipation, looking between it and the bangle.

"Cain McLaren should be there tonight. Kill him. Get out." Andy says as she passes me a slightly blurry photo of my target.

I look away from the jewellery, reaching for the distorted photograph and rising a brow.

"It's the best we've got." She shrugs,

I look at the photo, fingers curling around it as I scan his features, memorise them. Not that I could ever forget what he looks like though some parts are new.

"What stage name do you want?"

"Angel." The name falls from my lips without preamble, my eyes widening.

Andy scoffs, "Cliché." Her eyes trail over the screen of her phone. "And taken."

"Make it available."

Andy rolls her eyes but brings her phone to her ear, "You owe me."

"Yeah, yeah." I wave her off.

She pauses at the threshold looking back at me, "I'll be out of town for a few days, maybe a week. Something came up with Noah and I need to make sure she's okay."

I look at her over my shoulder, "Is everything okay?"

Andy shakes her head, "I don't know." She shuts the door and my eyes trail back to my reflection.

• • •

The music thumps through my blood, igniting it as I weave between the crowd of girls. Finger outstretched as I move the dark silk drapery to the side, peeking out.

I quickly scan the crowd for my target, my sights stopping on anyone who vaguely resembles the photo.

"Angel!" A voice calls over the bustle of the girls and I turn from the view, arching a brow at the woman approaching me. Her dainty features set in a serious expression.

"You're in the back tonight, room three already has a regular in it, Nigel. He tips well." The woman exclaims, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear with a manicured nail. She points to another girl, "Destiny, pole, then floor."

I nod my head, turning my back to her, fingers clutching around the drapes gently, moving it back again.

I soon feel the heat of another person at my side, glancing over at the other dancer, Destiny.

Her fair hair is sleek down her back. Falling over delicately tattooed shoulders and coating the lace and leather of her red lingerie. She scrunches her nose up at the curtain, breathing out steadily before shaking her shoulders in a quick shimmy.

She sees me looking, her lip quirking to the side.

I look away as she bites her thin bottom lip, breathing in deeply. Her eyes fly to mine, questioning.

"First time?"

Dancing for men or killing them? Because the answers to either are completely different.

I nod my head, glancing back out into the crowd, gaze searching as the blood pumps through my veins.

"First time is always the scariest, you'll be fine."

The breath in my lungs escapes as the music begins to change and a girl stalks through the opening of the drapes.

Destiny pastes on a charming smile, letting her body sway to the beat of the music.

"Ready?" She asks me as she walks through the silk fabric, holding it open for me.

A sense of calm coats my skin thickly and I smile, "Always."

The lights glare at us as we stalk onto the stage, Destiny's hands latching around the pole. Whistles begin as I strut down the stairs, moving onto the crowded floor. I keep my head high, eyes peeled, and boobs pushed forward as I stalk for my victim of the night.

The lights below the stage darken, coating everyone in a layer of shadow, features harder to discern without the bright light. The only places lit up enough to see being the stage and the bar.

My steps slow as I breeze through the crowd, hands skimming my hips and slightly snagging on the lace.

My head turns slightly, catching the woman from earlier watching me and I curse under my breathe, finding my way to the back rooms.

I find room three, pushing it open before closing it behind me, vaguely making out the figure on the far couch.

The shadows of the room conceal their features, their tattooed hand resting lazily on their thigh as I feel their eyes on me.

Music whispers from the speakers, a slow, sensual rhythm swaying my movements as I approach.

His leg's part I walk closer, hand falling to rest beside him on the couch.

I place a knee on the couch before lifting myself up and resting on his lap, straddling the man.

My hands move to the open button on his white dress shirt, resting on the exposed skin, the muscles contracting beneath my touch. 

"Hello." He purrs, hands falling on the lace at my hips, fingers digging into the boned corset.

I send him a slow sultry smile lifting myself slightly off his lap, pushing my breasts closer to his face.

His fingers tighten as I begin moving, letting the music take hold of my actions.

A circle my hips, slowly at first before pressing down into him. The wig sticking to the gloss on my lips, I ignore it, watching the man under me through hooded eyes.

His fingers skim my spine. "I've never seen you here before."

"Maybe you just haven't been looking hard enough."

He chuckles as I grind down, my hands falling to curl around the nape of his neck, "Maybe."

My lips skim his cheekbone, hovering over his lips before I turn my head, my heart pounding beneath my rib cage.

I settle on his lap, winding my hands around his neck and pulling him slowly towards me. Feeling the strength in him as he allows me to pull him forward.

His hands find my hips, scorching over the lace on my flesh.

Even sitting on him, he towers above me by a head, gazing down at me through thick black lashes.

"You're not Nigel." I conclude, looking at the man below me.

His hand flex of my hips, almost bruising to the pointing of pain before he soothes over it with his fingers, rubbing circles. "I've never been called that before, no."

"John." I whisper.

I can see his lips lift in a grin, "Hello Angel, I was beginning to think you didn't recognise me. I was almost hurt."

"Tell me why I find you everywhere, who are you really?"

"I'm a dead man walking, Angel." He grins, the sight chilling. "Much like yourself."

I narrow my eyes on John's face, hands tightening where they rest on his shoulders.

His dimple make an appearance, the shadows causing sharp line over an even sharper face. "Are you going to move?" His fingers flex on my hips, tightening before loosening.

I lift a brow, before they narrow and I press my hips into his, circling. He chuckles at the challenge in my eyes, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of my hips.

His hands move to my waist and up to my ribcage, deftly lingering under my bust before swiping to my spine and tracing the ribbons of the corset.

I lean forward, lips skimming the shell of his ear before running over his shadowed jawline and finding his ear, speaking lowly into it.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

He chuckles, fingers tightening on my hips. "Fate."

I breathe him in, his cologne poisoning my tongue as I move to his lips.

I skim mine over his.

Once.

Twice.

"I don't believe in fate." I say, my lips feathering against his. "We've been over this:"

He captures my lips in a bruising kiss, teeth scraping along my bottom lip as I hesitate in pulling back.

His fingers tighten on my ribs, tantalising thumb pressing into the corset under my bust.

I grind against him as the music threads through our shared breaths, pumping into my blood.

Rhythm moves my body, circling my hips against his as I feel the hardness beneath me grow.

His eyes darken, tracing the contours of my face before he threads his fingers behind my neck and pulls me to him.

"Maybe you should start."

His lips scorch against mine, scarring my lips as he draws me into him.

Poisoned passion winds its way through my body, drawing me closer and closer to him like he's the antidote. His tongue dives into my mouth, no question needed as he takes claim, stealing my breath.

My chest rises rapidly, shivers racking my spine as I move against him, slowly pulling my lips from his. His hands move to my hips, fingering the rhinestone that hugs my hipbones.

My chest brushes his, lips skimming the seam of his bottom lip and I lean up, pushing my chest again his, my hips lifting off his lap.

His lips land at the hollow of my throat, my head lulling to the side as he kisses and sucks the skin, his attentions causing heat to pool low in my stomach.

A moan escapes my throat and I fall breathlessly back into his lap. Trying and failing to shake myself from my stupor.

The rhinestone ties at my waist snap, my lust with it as I remember why I'm here.

The diamonds drop to the ground, tinkling in tune with the end of the song.

I pull back, pushing myself from the man's tempting orbit.

Darkened eyes peer up at me, reddened lip caught between his teeth.

The song ends and a knock on the door reminds me our time is done.

I ignore the smouldering gaze of the man below me as I lift myself off his lap, walking towards the exit.

"Thanks for the ride."

His lips lift, eyes smouldering as he settles back in his seat.

"Anytime, Angel." A dark chuckle follows my wake and a shiver crawls down my spine.