"Oh, fuck! Yes!" She moaned persistently loud.

I sighed while I continued to pound in her aggressively.

"Yes, mm, don't stop," She begged while pushing her ass against my hips to deepen my dick in her pussy. "Please," She moaned.

I grunted. Would she ever shut the fuck up?

I grabbed the back of her neck roughly and pushed her head down into the bed in front of us. I buried her face into the bed top and held her head there by clumping her blonde hair in my fist.

Fuck me, I thought to myself. She's still moaning excessively loud.

It was getting on my nerves.

I pushed her face deeper into the bed while speeding up my pace.

Then, without warning, I pulled out of her, annoyed.

She moaned at the swift contact, then finally silenced herself.

I let her go and stepped back into the dim lighting of my hotel room.

"Wh-" She began

"Get out," I said.

Her eyebrows knit together. "What?"

I lit a smoke and pulled my pants up.

"You heard me."

She had a look of pure confusion. She was an idiot. "Did... Did you even? Why-"

"You serve no purpose to me," I stated. "Get the fuck out."

I turned my body away from her and dumped a pile of cocaine on the table in the corner and started to chop lines with my credit card.

"How could you say something like that?" She huffed. I could hear the ruffling of her scrambling her clothes back on.

I didn't answer but I heard mutters under her breath while I bent down and snorted a thick line of white heaven.

I couldn't focus with her loud mouth screaming in my ear. It was meant to be a distraction from the misery of this hotel room, but instead I achieved blue balls. Perfect.

The line of blow made my face numb.

With a hazy mind, I floated myself on top of the bed and instantly regretted it. It smelled like the stranger I met earlier today.

I groaned.

*

"Eli!" She cried. "Stop!" She screamed out.

Lacey's eye's pooled out water, streamed waterfalls down her face. Her face, scrunched up and defenseless while sobbing. She was terrified.

"Eli, please!" She cried again. "It's me! It's Lace!"

I couldn't even recognize my own actions. It was blurry. The main focus was her petrified features.

"What did I do?!" She cried. "What did I do wrong... Please stop!" She sobbed.

I let her crumble to the ground as she looked up into my dead eyes.

Eyes, growing wider in shock, she let out a brooding scream.

My eyes snapped open, faced with nothing but the ceiling above me in the dark room. I didn't even remember falling asleep.

I hadn't thought about them in a long time.

"Fuck," I mumbled, voice extra raspy. What ever happened to blow keeping you awake?

I groggily turned over and slapped my hand on the bedside table until I found my phone. I glanced my sleepy eyes at the screen. "Fuck."

Thirteen missed calls from Nash and it was already ten at night. I had shit to do, and now no time to do it.

I shot out of bed and went to look for my shoes. Another twenty seconds wasted until I realized they were on my damn feet the whole time and I must have fallen asleep with them on.

I put the phone between my ear and my shoulder and exited the room swiftly.

"Hey," I said when I heard the phone connect. "I'll be there in five minutes."

I attempted to hang the phone up before he spoke but it fumbled off my shoulder.

"You must have a good excuse as to why you're an hour late to meeting me, brother."

I rounded the corner and bumped right into Vince who was walking around aimlessly.

"Jesus fuck-" He sputtered.

"Ah, what the fuck," I muttered. Nash inquired what was going on. "Vince, what the fuck are you doing?"

He looked at me, eyes always mischievous. "Nash sent me with instruction."

"To?" I asked Nash instead of Vince.

"Ex, you're a little behind. I sent the boys to get supplies and start tracking." Nash answered.

I stared down Vince, suspicious of him. "Alright," I eyed.

I didn't have time for Vince's troublemaking personality. I left him with the instructions of Nash and if he fucked up, it'd be laters problem.

I arrived at Nash's room and knocked in a certain sequence to let him know it was me. None of the other gang members had our secret knock.

He unlocked it but didn't open the door. I waited a few seconds before entering, making sure he was on the other side of the room and prepared for danger.

We did this often, in case anything were to go wrong, always be prepared and within distance for defense.

"Ex," He greeted me. His posture relaxed as he put his arms back to his sides and away from the back on his pants.

"Nash," I responded, dead.

"Glad you're alone, I didn't want the other fuckheads to know what we were doing."

Silently, I sat down in one of the chairs by a desk and pulled out a bag.

"For someone leading this project, I haven't seen much of you," He mentioned while scooping half of my coke towards himself.

"What a nonchalant way to promote me," I muttered.

Nash chuckled. "It's of high importance, I need you focused. I have faith that you will be able to get what we need, done."

"I've been hearing that a lot lately." I separated a few lines, keeping my eyes on the prize.

"Yes, well-" He stopped. "Where were you?"

Ah, he's suspicious of me.

Nash was putting me in charge because I fiend of leadership and control as much as I did cocaine. My reluctant attitude towards Joey's business was causing stress to him, clearly.

"Getting laid," I casually said and dipped my face towards the table.

Nash clapped his hands together and cheered. "Way to go, Ex. Does that mean you're finally over that pretty thing you've been so worked up about?"

An ache in my chest pounded against my ribs.

I snorted the line and finally looked at him.

"Leader of the project, hm?" I set down my straw. "Now what's in it for me?"

He nodded. "Ah, so you do remember the little deal I made you."

"What's the name?" I asked, angry.

"Does the name Alexander Griffin sound familiar?"

I frowned with distaste. "Yes," I gritted my teeth.

"Well, let's take a drive, shall we?" Nash stood up and extended his hands out for me to follow.

I stood up and took my baggie with me. He was already walking towards the door and I was quick to follow.

Not without emptying my pocket on the side corner of the desk.

"Take this," Nash handed me a pill and threw one in his mouth for himself." We arrived in his car and I glared at the pill. Speed.

Our drive was quiet. I had multiple questions but I knew I wouldn't get answers for them. Nash liked to torture me.

How the fuck does he know Alex? How the fuck does he know where he is? Why is Alex even here, when he lives in California? Why were we visiting him?

"Nash," I warned, finally. I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Vivian is quite the looker isn't she," He mentioned while keeping his eyes on the road.

I frowned. "I guess," I muttered. She was but I never paid attention close enough. She was older than me and I wasn't looking regardless.

"She seemed to have clicked with you well," He hinted.

"Did you know she and Joey were in separate rooms? I went to see Joey but found her alone in room 814 instead," I mentioned casually.

"Room 814, hm? Joey has been cautious with her here. She cannot be tipped off." He paused for a moment. "He loves his wife very much, Eli."

I produced a smirk. "Fiance, actually."

Nash side eyed me for a moment, both of us thinking the same thing. I always got what I wanted.

He let it go though, and I went back to thinking about our travels.

"Nash."

"He owes us, Eli. From an old debt. And he must pay his dues."

I sighed, angry. I wasn't sure if I could control myself once seeing him face to face. I think Nash wanted this. He needed to see that I was still here.

We arrived not far from the hotel, to a storage unit. There were many lined up together, but of course, ours was in the section with the larger units to hold more items. Outside the doors, Nash was getting his keys out when I grabbed his arm.

"Nash," I muttered. "Does he really owe you?"

He smiled. "He owes you."

Nash drew the large door upwards to reveal the open unit. The only thing inside was a lightbulb dimly lit overtop of a brown table. Two chairs rested inside. One chair on the end of the table, and one on the other, with a man sitting there with a nervous tick of fidgeting.

I walked in with broad shoulders and the door swiftly shut behind me. I suppressed the urge to jump at the contact of the door hitting the cement. I was alone with him.

I stepped closer, where the light revealed his face, and my teeth started to grind together. Here he was, Alexander. I never thought I'd ever meet this guy face to face, but I always told myself if I did, he'd be a Deadman.

I put on an emotionless face and sat down to face him.

"Who are you?" He hastily asked.

I didn't bother looking up just yet. Instead, I carried on with my task and poured blow on the tabletop. By the end of today, I'd be completely out and pissed off. But for now, I'd need as much as I could snort.

I chopped them in lines, careful and taking my time, only to scare him with eerie.

Finally, I looked up and met him dead in the eye.

My face turned to stone as I trained my eyes purely on him, focusing on nothing else. He was nervous by my stare and that's how I liked it.

I'd have to admit, he was more attractive than I pictured him in my head. But that was because I painted a picture of him as a degenerate.

I started thinning the dust into thin lines.

"Would you like any?" I asked with a calm voice.

He stared at the contents.

After moments of silence, he spat "Who the fuck are you?"

I looked at his germs that landed on the dirty table in front of us. "You almost spit on my dinner," I mentioned.

With simple words, his face was starting to drip in sweat. It was satisfying.

"You travelled quite a journey to join me tonight," I continued my casual talk. "You must be tired."

"I'm getting by," He muttered. I looked up and investigated his face further. He didn't look ruffled up, which only meant that he came here willingly. Interesting.

"So, do you go by Alex or Alexander?" I bent over and snorted a line up my left nostril.

"Alexander."

I nodded. "Alex is better. But I can see how you'd prefer preference."

"I-I guess."

I enjoyed suspense. But Nash didn't grant me enough time.

"So Alex, do you know a girl named Aria Winter?"

Alex frowned at the name while I contained the ping in my heart. He nodded slowly. "Yeah... I do, we dated years ago."

I took another line. Remain calm.

"So I've heard."

"What does she have to do with anything?" He asked in a panic but tried to make it seem of anger.

"Lots," I said cold, while twisting my finger in my pile of white powder. "It's come to my attention, that you haven't treated her as nicely as she may have deserved."

He frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Y'know," I started. I wanted to just hit him, but I needed him to admit it first. "Assault on a female, underage in more importance, is just a lot frowned upon."

He laughed. "Is that what she told you? She just regrets it."

I looked up. The speed was giving me energy while the coke was giving me an easy persuation to fight.

Alex scooted in his seat, his fidgeting increasing.

"Is that so," I muttered. "Hm."

I stood up.

His eyes nervously followed my movements.

"I heard differently," I calmly stated.

"Well, it's-it's lies."

I nodded again. "Take a line, Alex. You're not leaving until I get the right answer." I pushed the coke across the table and sat back down with my hands clasped together, patiently waiting.

Alex stared at me and I nodded towards the coke. Then, without hesitation, he formed a line and took a large line. I had a feeling he was familiar with this.

"Great. Would you like to try your answer again?" I asked.

"We had sex. That's it."

I nodded. "Was she conscious?"

He frowned. "That's none of your business."

"Was she conscious?" I asked again. "When you took her upstairs in that bedroom, was she conscious?"

"Fuck off," He frustratedly said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Fine."

I stood up again, and walked around the table to where he was sitting. "We will just have to play it a different way." I bent down, closer to eye level. "Was she conscious?"

He remained silent.

"Perhaps you need another line," I mentioned and took a handful of hair at the back of his head, then in one swift moment, smacked his head down into the table. The table rattled at the abrupt contact and his head bounced twice from the impact.

He cried out and touched his hand to his forehead. "What the fuck!" He exclaimed.

"It's rude not to respond to someone speaking to you, did you know that?" I was really one to talk, I barely gave anyone the time of day.

"You're fucking crazy!"

I nodded. "Yes, I've been told. Would you like to try out your answer again?"

He stared at me with squinted eyes.

"Okay," I nodded.

I stood up tall and punched him in the side of the face where his jaw was and his face flew to the side. My fist hurt, he had strong bones, but I could tell he was in more pain.

"Try again," I demanded.

He turned to face me and looked up to my eye level.

"Fuck you," He spat towards my face.

It enraged me.

I reached into the back of my pants and pulled out my gun and pointed it to his face. Immediately, he began to panic and pour out babbles of words.

"I'm not going to ask again," I assured with a darkened, serious voice.

"No," He confessed.

"No what?"

"No, she wasn't," He wept when I inched the gun closer. "She wasn't conscious."

I put the gun to my side and sat back on my chair.

I took in his features, mentally remembering this moment. He finally admitted it. To think I'd be satisfied with this news, but it only made me more angry.

I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes. She had no idea what he'd done to her, and she assured me she was content with never knowing, but I knew it was a lie. She only knew they supposedly had sex and that was that, but she didn't even know if that part was true and how far things even went. She was just subjected to rumor's with no clear answer.

"It's about time," I muttered.

"Who-Who the fuck are you? The FBI? The-the-"

My laugher cut him off. "I think you hit your head a little too hard on that table."

"Please, just put the gun away..."

I set it on the table in front of me, pointed at him, but kept my hands off of it. "What did you do to her?"

He scoffed and shook his head.

I put on a smile and tilted my head to the side. The sudden change of emotion made him twitch under my stare.

"You know what happened..."

I nodded. "Say it."

He shook. "I... We. I had sex with her..." I remained silent but continued my deafening stare. "And the next day-"

"Start from the beginning."

He sighed. "We went to a party, okay? Fuck. We went to a party and she was drinking. A lot. I probably wasn't any help, as I was encouraging her to drink. She... I, she just had a lot. I had a lot. Things happened."

I tapped on the gun with my fingernails.

"Why- Why is it that you need to know every detail? Who even is she to you?" He attempted to change the subject.

Why did I want to know?

"Because," I said, mad. "You need to confess the things you did to her. To my girlfriend."

His eyes doubled in size. "What? You're-"

"Continue your fucking story, Alex. I'm getting impatient."

"I took her to the bedroom and we were making out. She wanted to make out with me, okay? But then she fell asleep... And well, I didn't stop."

I took another line while I listened to his story. While he continued to explain that her shirt was already off when she was awake but when she slept is when her bottoms magically slid down. I took another line when he explained that at first he was talking to her but he noticed she fell asleep from the booze but he was already hard and didn't want to stop. I contained my finger on the trigger when he explained that he didn't stop thrusting into her even when she stirred in her sleep. I stared at him, unable to look away from my target of pain when he explained that he was scared and started a rumor that she begged him for it, then begged other guys as well.

"Enough!" I let my anger get the better of me.

I rounded the table and connected my fist to his nose, satisfied by the crunch. I couldn't stop myself. Even when he flung off the chair, I continued to punch him, over and over until his tears mixed into his blood.

"St-" He stuttered out.

The drugs encouraged me to continue. He was a low life, and I was a bull in an antique shop. Seeing nothing but red.

He lifted his hands up in front of his face in defense and I finally pulled myself off of him. I grabbed his hand and helped him to his feet then shoved him back into his chair.

He snorted the blood back into his nose and exhaled exhaustedly. "Thank you..." He mumbled and got himself more comfortable.

He was going to need a doctor after this.

The doors to the shed opened up and Nash's face appeared. I glanced at him then looked back to Alex who was breathing heavily and attempting to remain still rather than nurse his wounds.

"Did you get what you need, brother?" Nash asked while taking in what I've done.

"Get him out of my sight," I replied.

Without hesitation, Nash lifted his gun and shot Alex in the face, right in between his eyebrows. I restrained the instinct to jump and only watched as his now lifeless body flopped to the ground.

What the fuck, I thought to myself. Get it together, Eli. This isn't the first body you've seen.

I wiped the dotted splatter of blood off my face.

I didn't think this visit would end with a dead body.

I restrained the urge to have a complete freak out at what just happened, but instead walked out of the shed with Nash.