High up there.

What the fuck is she doing to me? She's making me crazy.

The muscle in my arm jolts back as I pull the trigger.

The bound man drops like a heavy sack of potatoes. I've got to get myself a proper fucking job.

The way she changed back in the bathroom... She was just like one of them. Basically begging for it. Just like one of the other countless girls, acting all sweet and innocent. But as soon as they're in arms distance of some cock they turn into sluts. Dick hungry Whores. She can't be like that.

I can feel it. Taste it on my tongue. I suppose it's all new to her. Logically, it makes sense. She's still a woman.

But fuck. The way she moaned against that shower wall. I wanted to slam my cock in her and watch how her eyes would widen in shock. Maybe pain.

I wanted to watch her feel her build up in wonderment. I wanted her first come to be while my cock was pounding her. But look how eager she was... Slut.

The second bullet leaves me, I feel it whistle through the air. I don't know why I shot again. Frustration? The mans dead. I just made sure of that.

Did I do wrong?

Should of made it slow and gentle. But she wanted that. She wanted it bad.

She shouldn't keep looking at me like that. It's driving me insane.

Sending a quick nod to Daveys, I leave the warehouse.

I'll go to her now. Explain... If I can.

Fuck! Just imagining her big Green eyes gets me hard.

****

"Drew! What the fuck. What's she doing up there?" I look up to watch the fucking Angel dancing on a table. Her hands in her hair, eyes closed, she sways her hips to a beat. Although not the beat pounding through the club.

"Chill out, she's alright. Kitty has grown some sort of attachment to her. She's followed her around and not let any fucker touch her. She's had some drinks is all." His eyes crinkle up as he smiles. He seems happy with the situation.

But if everything is OK, why am I panicking. I'm scanning the bar for any reason to grab her and run. I'm looking for the threat. Because there is one. I can feel it.

I look at Drew again. He must see something in my eyes that I can't hide. Patting my shoulder with his large dark hand he leans over the bar and speaks to me. "Kitty can look after herself better than any bloke in this place. You know it. She's keeping a good eye on her."

I look back to the table just in time to see a prick stroke his hand up her bare leg. I'm up and out of my seat in seconds.

By the time I've taken 3 steps towards her, the dark haired woman in the tight leather dress has stepped towards him. A sweet smile on her face, I read the words her red lips create. "She belongs to the Saint."

Then she pulls her fist back and smashes it straight into his face. Smiles at everybody and reaches for the princesses hand pulling her from the table.

Heh. So kitty just broke the dicks face then smiled politely at him. Seems just like Kitty.

I turn back to th bar when a small blonde creature is suddenly thrown into my arms. She'd barrelled herself at me. Pulling back she looks me in the eyes. Her eyes are bright. Her pupils tiny.

"Ooh Jake. I thought you were mad. I've got sneakers on."

She tells me this in a high pitched excited voice, and strokes my face with one heavy hand. From my forehead to my chin.

"What the fuck she had Kitty?" I growl. Somebody better start fucking answering questions.

The bitch rolls her eyes at me. "Jesus Saint, she's only had X. A couple."

She watches as Christina wraps her arms around my neck and kisses the tip of my nose like she would a child, and cackles like a witch. Right before the hiccups start.

Frowning I pull her head onto my chest and stroke her hair, I feel her relax into it. Her body calming.

Fuck! I don't know how to look after someone like this.

I stand there and realise people had backed away, giving us our space. Probably from when I was speaking to Kitty.

"Kitty..." I gesture with my head for her to come closer. She does, quickly. But a bored expression on her face.

"What?"

"Take her upstairs and look after her."

I look down to see the angel has fallen to sleep, arms still round my neck and drool down my vest. I lift her up so that she's in my arms bridal style. How fucking fitting. She'll be easier to pass to kitty this way.

I look at Kitty ready to pass Christina over, to find a look of disgust on her face. She looks from the sleeping Christina to me, then finally replies.

"Fuck off. She's got all boring now. You look after her."

With that she turns and disappears into the crowd of drunken dancers. How fucking dare she! Nobody would even dare speak to me like that. Nobody except my family. Drew for example can speak to me how he wants. Fucking cheeky bitch!

The girl in my arms stirs moaning unknown slurs.

Better get her upstairs. Getting her comfortable in my arms, I press a kiss to her forehead and imagine the things I'd like to do to her tomorrow.

I leave the bar with the innocent in my arms, and take her upstairs where she can sleep in comfort.