Lily of the Madheart

ace in the mirror. I know what I saw; that melting skull with daggers i

ld have just kept my mouth shu

she wasn't, she seemed nice and she even thanked me

, big or small could cause you to loose your h

monds for them. But they found shipment was off by three kilos, whi

off in pieces. His mother got his head

that has to do with them. I don't want

t least twelve times. I come to the conclusion that I didn't o

empty and nearly walk into someone. It's pr

there's a tinge of relief in her voice, "

not sure what she's tal

e need girls

uickly in heels that would send me to the

where only a select few can afford, and I mean a select

n, the thick carpet cushions any noise from my heels. It

semi circle so no side will have people with their backs directly

s into. It has a vast selection of liquor as well as toys on the shelves. Whips, paddles, gags are displayed along si

start discussing business until we al

aying on my feet. Oh no. I should just leave,

idn't notice when I came i

e bartender, Marshall is

low soft jazz that Jerry will hav

nclines toward me but he doesn't turn. Doesn't have to, he knows it's me. No two girls have the same name in the club so the customers alw

nks, lil," Jerry c

ounter, slowly.

m good,

Jerry sashays toward us, drops the tray on the counter

e tray. Three of them are whiskey, and

ushed. Just ahead of him, I catch sight of a bright red dress.

tion to Morell gossip a little because I'd really like to know who s

r, cut close to his scalp. A thick scar marks the le

eck, in great detail. The ink moves fluidly when he swa

e. He lounges beside Scar, scrolling on his phone, also wearing the mark of the Morell but on his left hand. His hair is as dark as his clothes, which looks tailore

able, Jerry gestures for them t

nd before completely downing it and

it too. It's the most detailed one I've ever seen, almost elaborate, spanning the entir

in no hurry. His movements look almost calculated, as if he's planned out how all

over the glass. But He di

iting to strike, just daring you to step on it

and Cinnamon, walk into the room, I see my

lect his empty glass. I could take them back

or it, I fee

low of course, I've learned to react quietly to assault but

menace, no real interest, no nothing. He's ju

r right now, I have more immediate problems