Disposing of the trunk and body. Checked. Getting more cleaning supplies. Checked. Buying a new trunk for the next poor bastard. Checked. Paying Beanie fifty bucks for helping. Checked. Sweet Bennie didn't have a clue, what was in the trunk? He never asked any questions. He would just bitch about how heavy they were. This was the third body he helped to dispose of.

I deserved a break tonight, I should take it easy. See a movie? Or stay home and read a good book. No, I need a little excitement. Maybe, I'll hang out with my friend, Melissa. I know, I have a friend? She was the first person I met when I moved to the city. The first meeting was something neither one of us would ever forget.

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I was walking down the street, taking in the city's life. I grew up in the suburbs, so this was all new to me. But something felt familiar. Especially, when I heard a woman screamed? I put on my hood and kept my face low, so no one could see. I walked around the corner. I could still hear the scream. I ducked down an alley and saw a man slapping the shit out of a girl. I froze as I stared. I watched her being punched and slapped. He grabbed her and slammed her face down on the hood of a car. The sound of her panties being ripped off her body took me to a dark place. I gripped my double edge dagger that was in the inner pocket of my hoodie. The dagger was the first thing I brought with my inherent. The edges were sharp and so was the point. It was perfect for cutting and stabbing and it was about to get its first workout. I snuck up behind him. I heard her cried and begged for forgiveness. I heard his zipper going down. My eyes closed, flashing back to my dad. He wasn't going to rape her. I'm going to make it rain.

I reached over his shoulder, it was a good thing that he was only a few inches taller than me, my left hand grabbed the top of his head and pulled it back. My dagger cut deep into the flesh of his neck. I slowly dragged the blade crossed his throat. I felt his blood spraying on my hand. I might have cut too deep, but you could never cut too deep when you are killing someone. I pulled his body back, so he wouldn't fall on top of the girl. She was still crying, she was unaware that she was safe.

Her body flinched when I rested my hand on her shoulder. "It will be okay," I assured her. "He's gone." I wasn't sure if she understood me. Her body was shaking. She slowly reached down grabbed her small handbag from the ground. She turned around and laid her eyes on my dirty work.

"Holy shit!" She yelled and about to let out a toe-curling scream before I wrapped my arms around her and covered her mouth. No one heard her scream while she was about to get rape, but with my luck, they would hear her scream now. Damn, she acted like she never saw a murdered body before.

"Calm down," I whispered as my lips softly rubbed against her earlobe. "I'm not going to hurt you, but we need to get out of here before someone show up." I kept my voice low, calm and steady. "I'm going to uncover your mouth. Please, do not, I repeat, do not scream." I uncovered her mouth. She looked at me, but eyes widened as they were focused on the bloody knife in my hand.

I apologized and put the knife back in my hoodie's pocket. I extended my hand to her. "Take my hand and come with me." Why the fuck I did that? I didn't understand. I should have let her go on her merry way, but I didn't. I felt the need to protect her, I felt a connection to her, but mostly, I was lonely and I didn't want to be alone that night. She took my hand and we both ran to my apartment, which was about several blocks away.

When we got there, she was silent and stood by the door. She didn't want to come further into the room. I guessed I still scared her. I didn't blame her. I did just kill a guy.

"It's okay," I said. I put my knife by the kitchen sink with the other dirty dishes. I took off my hoodie, which had blood stains on one of the sleeves and put it in the dirty clothes basket. I got a robe from my bedroom and gave it to her. "I need you to take off your clothes?"

"What?" She answered like she didn't understand the request.

I rolled my eyes. "You have some blood on them." I pointed to the bathroom. "You can change in there." She dragged herself across my living room into the bathroom and closed the door. I waited by the door as she cracked it opened and gave me her silver glitter tank top and her short black leather skirt. I threw her clothes in the basket.

She slowly opened the door with my towel robe fasten around her body. "Thank you." The words crawled out of her mouth like a zombie rising from the dead for the first time. She walked and sat down on the couch.

"Can I get you anything?" I played the part of the host perfectly.

"Anything with alcohol," she answered as she let out a nervous giggle. "What's your name?" She asked as I was getting a cold beer out of the frig for her.

"Pitch."

"Pitch?" She questioned. "That's not a name, that's a verb." She giggled some more. "What is your brother's name, Catch?"

"It isn't the first time I heard that."

"Sorry." She looked down as I handed her the beer. "I'm such a bitch. You save my fucking life and I repay you by making fun of your name." She opened the beer and started to drink. Even though she was a hot mess with her lips stick smudged and her cheeks stained with mascara, she was still a beautiful young woman. Her skin was encased in a healthy radiance. Her dark hair highlighted her bright blue eyes. Her full lips moistened by the beer she was drinking. Her smile, there was so much I could say about her smile, it lit up the dimmest of my living room.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Melissa," She shared. "My street name is Cinnamon."

"That is an interesting name..." Before I could say another word, she interrupted.

"For a Hooker?

"I didn't say that." I tried to express a tone that wasn't judgmental.

"It okay." She rested her right hand on my knee and lightly squeezed. "I make money by 'bobbing for apples' in backseats of cars. Sometimes in BMWs and other times in cop cars. I break in the shocks and test out the car's roof by kicking it with my four-inch heels as I get fucked by small, medium, large and motherfucking monster cocks. I moan and scream like a fucking whore, no matter what the size is. Shane would set them up and I'll knock them down."

"Who's Shane?"

"Shane was my pimp."

"Past tense?"

"He was the motherfucker that was kicking my ass," she explained. "He was the motherfucker that you killed tonight."

"Fuck! Why was he beating you?"

She took a long swig from her bottle. "I stole from him." She placed the bottle on my coffee table. "I mean, I stole two months of his share of my money. Five grand."

"Five thousand dollars?"

"I'm that good," she said with a sexy smirk.

"Or that bad," I replied back.

"You're quick-witted, Pitch. Shane used to say. My smile is golden, but my pussy is platinum, but I have a question for you. Why you save me? I mean that wasn't the first time he beat me in the same ally, it wasn't the first time her rape me in that ally. I cried, screamed and yelled. It always fell on deaf ears, no hero, no savior, no one came. But tonight, an angel of death appeared in a hoodie and ended that fucker's life. So, my question to you again, Pitch. Why?"

"I wished someone saved me, but no one answered my cries." I felt a single tear running down.

She wiped the single tear from my cheek. "Sounds like you have a story to tell."

"Maybe later," I said. I didn't want to rehash the tragedy that was my life. So, I quickly changed the subject. "You can stay here. It is a one bedroom, so you have to sleep on the couch. I have fresh towels if you need a shower or whatever."

"You're sweet," she said. She ran her fingers through her dark hair. "We were destined to meet tonight. Do you believe in fate, Pitch?"

I stared into her bright blue eyes. My thoughts raced through my mind. All the bad memories that I bared alone for years. I wanted to tell her. About my dad and what he did to me and what I did to him, but I just simply answered her question. Do I believe in fate? "I do now."

She continued to talk, she shared her history of abuse, running away, living on the streets and turning tricks. I didn't share much about me. I just provided her an ear, I was just someone to listen. It was nice to have someone around. We finally called it the night. I got her a blanket and a pillow and made up the couch. I gave her a towel, she wanted to take a nice long shower before going to bed. I walked into my room and got ready for bed.

It took me a while to fell asleep. My mind had been racing most of the night. Shane was the second person I killed, but after talking to Melissa and the hell he put her through, I so fucking glad, our paths crossed tonight. He was an asshole that needed to die. He wasn't fucking innocent.

I felt a presence entering my room and entering my bed. I felt a soft kiss on my lips and on my neck. I felt soft warm hands reaching under my nightshirt and caressing my breasts. I felt safe. I wasn't scared. My eyes opened and saw what I excepted. It was Melissa.

"I want to thank you," she said. "The best way I know how." She took off my nightshirt and tossed it across the room. Her naked body rubbed against my bare breasts. She reached beneath my panties. Her hand felt my warm patch of hair between my legs. Then, her fingers caressed and felt the moistness of my arousal. She kissed me as she fingered me. Her hand moved at a steady pace as her lips and tongue found a home in my mouth. Her fingering was getting faster and faster and my body was enjoying the ride. My nipples hardened as her fingers made love to me. Our kisses were long, wet, and deep. They only stopped for a few seconds, as I let out several pleasurable moans and whimpers.

She removed her soaked fingers from inside of me and pulled off my panties. Her hands wrapped around my thighs as she opened my legs wider. She kissed my inner thighs, before burying her head between my legs and burying her tongue deep inside of me. She licked, kissed and sucked. She didn't use her hands, only her mouth and it was amazing. My body quake as her tongue hit spots I wasn't aware of. My legs tightened around her neck. My fingers tangled in her hair as she pleasured me over and over. My heart raced, pounding in my chest. My body shook as a warm tingling overcame me. I felt a strong urge. Then, I felt a release. A feeling my body never felt before. I let out a loud moan and scream as my mind, body, and soul came.

I looked down and saw her beautiful blue eyes staring back at me. "Do you want me to kill anyone else?" I asked the question between a series of heavy panting.

She looked at me and smiled. "My Daddy is a real asshole."