Chapter 2 Harmed

• MADDOX JAMES
• "D-D-D--" the guy gasped as blows of pain jolted his body forward, "stop it, stop it!" he flinched as my fists still punched his eye sockets making them even more bloodied.
• "You know what would be even more gorgeous on you?" I sneered at the terrified and badly beaten up a kid in a form of a guy-hardly ever a guy- as he tried to crawl back but I was having none of it as I tugged his back forward. I was addicted to tormenting new people at my favorite neighborhood just around the corner. The victims wouldn't even tell.
• "You would look really special with blood on your scalp." my breath fanned his when I spoke as he thrashed against my grip in agony, there was something ecstatic about feeling someone when helpless. It brought me to my high as my fist landed on his nose and hearing the satisfying crack sound of his bone.
• Nobody ever got away from me and it wouldn't happen any time soon. That would teach his school gang a lesson when I would return him back dislocated everywhere. Those fuckers thought they were all mighty but that was especially not on me.
• My fist started bashing his skull more and more as anger fuelled my energy further, pummelling his scalp to the wall with haunted glints in my orbs as the sight of the frightened guy that tried to escape still thrashed against my forced grip.
• It wasn't a guilty pleasure. It was the right pleasure. It gave me power and I loved every second of it.
• As more crack sounds were heard as I mindlessly played with his body doing whatever came into my very imaginative mind which included bashing his head to the wall, punching his teeth out, damaging his scalp with the rocks creating a stunning design on his forehead as well...
• It was a long list but I was the one who had to get the job done and get paid by my closest buddy, Charlie Jones, that and getting revenge. That would be enough to terrify the whole gang.
• I lit up a cigarette after I placed the battered and unconscious guy with a bunch of cute sunflowers on the leader's doorsteps and returned to my sleek black Range Rover. I flexed my other hand with ease and I was done for the evening.
• Charlie had better pay me well or he would get his head smacked too.
• Charlie was the only guy I knew, the only guy I could trust. He gave me shelter, education which was a waste of time and space but he insisted and everything I needed. He trained me to fight gangs who attempted to threaten us multiple of times but ended up decapitated.
• He was there in front of his house, lazily paced back and forth with a cigarette in his mouth as he inhaled and exhaled it from his nose. His body was littered with tattoos to cover the scars his sadistic parents gave him since he was five.
• "Mission accomplished?" he smirked when he asked as his eyes glinted in mischief. He was the king of all that was bad and evil with neon blue eyes that could cut like Lazer and dark brown hair that reached to the nape of his neck.
• "Mission accomplished," I rolled my eyes when I answered him, giving him the collection of the guy's teeth for proof. He grinned satisfyingly and gave me a pat on the back. "Now, where is my fucking money?"
• There was this stripper's party in Los Angeles and I had to go there to make my next move. My mysterious second move to make it more clear and I needed the extra cash.
• "Easy there, tiger." He scoffed and threw three fat stacks of money at me, making me grip them with my instant reflexes with hooded eyes and half a smirk as I turned around.
• "Take care buddy, don't forget to leave her body with enormous hickeys." his voice was heard loud and clear. I was going to taunt the leader further by seducing his sister. It was going to be more entertaining for her and me. It was a win-win situation and nobody would get harmed except her thighs.
• With one final glance at Charlie as he waved lazily with low hung sweatpants, I sped off the road as some crappy radio news stated that there was a rape incident.
• It was evening and I was stoned off to my core as I finally arrived in Los Angeles, Varnish Bar. The lights were blinding with neon purple and hazel colours as the red plush carpet was walked on by more clothed strippers, much to my surprise.
• I was clad in black jeans and an opened black jacket that revealed the crazy array of tattoos littered all over my chiselled torso. I was proud to show off my latest sculpture as more eyes came on me when I closed the barn doors.
• My eyes set on one girl. On a guy's lap, she rolled her hips sensually as she swirled the lollipop inside her mouth with her tongue as her chestnut curls went down to the back of her bare knees. She was one hell of a nice catch, and I couldn't wait for the surprise I would give to her brother.
• She was easily found and she didn't think I would realize that there was a security guard behind her. He was stiff when a stripper trailed her fingers on his puffed chest, I could tell he craved her and he was slowly resigned from protecting the precious stripper. I could tell he was enjoying the show but the way he eyed the stripper's chest was enough to allure him.
• Guys like that were weak and would give in easily because of their driven desire that they had been prevented for a long time.
• I winked at the stripper that winked back at me knowing my plan would work.
• "Hey, let me give you a dance." I turned my attention to the chestnut-haired girl.
• "Let's do this."