The Executioner by Suzanne Steele

you bear and how it has affected you. The sooner you do as I ask you, the sooner I will release you.”
    I see a glimmer of hope in her eyes and I almost want to chuckle. I have no intentions of letting her go anywhere. I’m going to use her as a test subject and then I’m going to kill her. I have to eliminate all of the evidence of my research. After all, it’s for the greater good…

     

    Kansas
    Later in the evening, he dresses me in a gold, sequin, mini dress and gold, strapped, four inch heels. He laughs as I just about trip over my feet trying to walk.
    “Where we’re going you need to look hot, girl. You’ll thank me later when you’re surrounded by the most beautiful women in the Louisville, KY area.”
    A feeling of jealousy races through me. He towers over me and takes one finger, placing it under my chin and lifting my face to look him in the eye.
    “You’re jealous; there’s no need to be. I’m fucking obsessed with you, girl. On that note, you need to feed off of me tonight. These are some of the most ruthless, dangerous mother fuckers you will ever meet. You stay with me, you do what I say. You got it?”
    My eyes get big and I shake my head yes. I have no intention of doing anything tonight but staying glued to Trent. I’ve seen how ruthless he can be and if he is saying that these men are dangerous, it can only mean one thing: I’m walking into a den of killers. He kisses me on my forehead to reassure me that I am safe with him and we make our way to the car.
    On the way out, I strain my neck to look up at him and I giggle, “I’m all dressed up and you look like a thug in a hoodie.”
    “Where we’re going you’ll be glad I do. You and I both know your pussy drips for me because I look like a psycho killer.”
    My mouth drops open at his candidness. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe some of the things you say. You are the brashest man I know.”
    “I better be the only fucking man you know or somebody is getting killed.”
    “Talk about jealous, looks like you may have some jealousy issues too, big guy.”
    “You’re damn straight I do and if you want to be the cause of someone’s death, then you’ll forget just how crazy I am.”
    “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting that anytime soon.”
    “You’re a smart girl.”
    I looked out the window, watching where we were going, and the rest of the ride is banter free. We make our way into the downtown area and pull up to a club that is already jumping. The music vibrates the car windows and I can feel my heart beginning to race due to nervousness.
    Trent pulls the gun from his waistband and pops the glove compartment open to place it in there.
    “Won’t you need that in there?”
    “Can’t pack heat in the club, baby, they make you check it at the coat room.”
    “That’s funny, Trent, leave your coat and your piece at the door.”
    “Yea, I guess if anybody looks at you, I’ll just have to beat them to death instead of shooting them.”
    “Please don’t, baby,” I answered seriously.
    “No, most of these boys in here are blood brothers and the ones who aren’t, stay clear of the ones who are.”
    I strain my neck, looking up at Trent again as he speaks to the guy at the door, and we make our in.
    “You need to check that Glock you carry, Trent,” the guy behind the counter says.
    “Left it in the car, man. I don’t like anybody touching my property." He pulls me in tight as if he is silently telling him that goes for me too.
    “Boss is back there in his usual spot.”
    Trent pulls me through the crowd and people move out of our way. I can’t say that I blame them. Even though the hoodie casts a shadow over his face and you can’t see details, he still looks like trouble. There is an aura of danger that he projects without even trying. Normally, he goes out of his way to avoid anyone but me so I know, whatever it was that set tonight’s events in motion, it must be pretty important.
    We make our way up to a large