Moments of Malevolence (The Hunters Book 1)

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Why the fuck would you get involved in that shit?” Kyson asks, shaking his head, as I watch her walk to the bar. “Fuck, just go down there and tell her you want to fuck her already.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

She comes back to our table, holding a new bottle in her hand. Her eyes check everywhere but me as she serves. When she’s done filling the glasses of the other guys, she leaves without even offering me anything.

I watch as she disappears before her friend, the other waitress, comes over.

“Oh, you’ve pissed her off,” Louise says as she steps up and as she goes to pour my drink her face flushes red as she looks down not making eye contact. I stop her by placing my hand over the glass.

“Where is she?”

“Drink?” she asks as she glances around.

“Where is she, and why are you serving me?” I urge her.

“She needs tips, and you guys aren’t tipping,” she answers truthfully.

“Well, shit,” Grayson mutters.

“Send her over.” I sit back, holding my glass. “Now.”

She scurries off, and not even ten minutes later, Alaska arrives. Her lilac hair hangs down her back, and her eyes, which almost match the color of her hair, stop on me.

“You requested me?” she asks, hand on hip.

“Yes.” I pull out my credit card and show it to her. She looks at it, confused, before meeting my eyes again.

“You want another drink?” She takes the card from me.

“No, I don’t drink,” I reply. She squints suspiciously at the empty glass in my hand.

Kyson drank it. I just took it back so she would serve me again.

“Okay then…” She holds up the card. “What am I meant to do with the card?”

“It’s your tip,” I tell her.

At first, she says nothing, looking at the card and then back to me.

“It’s a black card. Unlimited,” she states. “You don’t tip with cards.”

“I do. Take it. Spend it on whatever you want. It’s your tip.”

“Zuko,” Kyson whisper-shouts next to me.

She smirks and slides the card into her bra, and I watch the sexy as fucking sin movement.

“If you say so.” She turns and sashays off without another word.

“You didn’t just give her your card as a tip, did you?” Kyson asks.

“I can cut it off once I deem she’s spent enough,” I tell him.

“And what if she buys a house?” he questions.

“Please. She wouldn’t,” I reply, shaking my head.

The little one approaches again and smiles at us all.

“Where is she?” Kyson asks.

“Oh, she left for the night. You really cheered her up.” She grabs the empty glasses and takes them back to the bar.

Kyson starts laughing next to me and Kenzo joins in as well. Grayson just stares at me over the rim of his glass with a closed lip smile lifting his brows.

“You got it bad.”

“No such thing,” I say, standing. “Now, leave a tip. And be fucking generous.”

“Fuck, no. I’m keeping my black card, thank you very much,” Kyson snaps as Grayson pulls out a few hundred dollar bills and leaves them on the table.

I watch that handsy slob grab his cock as he stumbles to the bathroom.

“Don’t do it,” Kyson warns from next to me.

“I’ll be quick,” I reply as I follow grabby hands, and they move toward the exit. I walk straight into the bathroom and lock the door once I’m inside. Thankfully no one else is in here.

He goes to the stall instead of the urinal, and I walk up behind him and pull out my pencil knife and stab him in his carotid artery. Just as fast as I push it in, I pull it out, and he slumps forward, his head hitting the toilet. I step out of the stall, shut the door, and wash my hands before I leave.

He cries like a baby, and it’s like music to my ears.

Slimy fucking bastard.

Now, I wonder how much that little ball of trouble will be spending on my card.