Black Rose Revenge

Chapter 9

GARRISON POV

I love the adrenaline rush that I get from leading double lives! By day I am an Earl (so f*****g easy to fake due to my late brother) and a demon serial killer by night! It is all an intricate game to me. It felt so f*****g amazing to be back in the saddle again after so many years in prison. Speaking of prison, it reminded him of the f*****g b***h that killed my brother, Brent! I only just started my revenge on her, I plan to torment her until she slowly lost everything that meant anything to her be ripped away from her! I was pulled out of my thoughts by the ringing of my phone, well Earl Von Tessar’s phone anyways. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see who was calling me but I didn’t recognized the phone number. “Von Tessar here, is this the lovely Trisha?” I used the most authentic fake British accent that I could.

There was a scoff on the other end of the phone. “Oh please, Mr. O’Grady, we both know that you know the Trisha can’t answer a phone. By the by, you can stop pretending and loose the accent, it’s f*****g pathetic!”

I was stunned for a moment then I got pissed. “Who the hell is th-!” I growled out through my clenched teeth. I did NOT need this drama s**t right now, I was just getting into my groove! Now I have to hunt this f*****g i***t down, kill him, get rid of the body quickly if I was going to keep to my schedule. The first thing that I had to do was find out who he is.

I was in the middle of doing just that when a soft feminine voice interrupted my thoughts. “Can I help you find anything sir?”

“I can look around by myself, thanks.” I sneered at her, I knew that I was being rude but I couldn’t give 2 f***s about her feelings! My good mood turned sour after that phone call. I spent a little more time in the tool section of the department store, Man’s Man. I walked away with a new screwdriver set, radial saw, ball-peen hammer, three separate adhesives including gorilla glue, super glue, and a resin glue. I also bought a snape pipe and hand saws and some other things that I might need.

“A big project huh?” A sweet young brunette asked sweetly, obviously trying to make some small talk as she rung him up.

I politely smiled at her. “Yeah, I need to teach some friends kids how to use these tools properly by using them to make a small shed.”

I saw her eyes widen in surprise when she heard that I would be the one teaching the kids and not some hired hand. “Well, I wish you the best with that.” She smirked at she finished ringing me up and bagging my purchase. “Your total is $259.73. How will this be paid, cash; check; or card?”

“Credit card, do you need my ID to verify?” I already knew the answer but for appearances sake I had to ask what a normal person would.

“Well, I am supposed to but I will take your word for it Mr…?” She smiled seductively at me, not hiding the fact that she is blatantly flirting with me.

I grin wider at her. “Von Tessar, Nathan Von Tessar.” I said as I signed the receipt.

She handed me my bag and flirtatiously winked at me as I left the store. When I got into my vehicle I noticed that she had written her phone number on the back of the receipt. I smiled to myself, I do love a good cat and mouse game. I would definitely call her later. I had to focus, I couldn’t afford to make a mistake. Tonight I was going to torture sweet Trisha, but my plans where put on hold and I had to let this urge out. If I didn’t do something to take the edge off I was going to do something f*****g reckless and stupid. I had to keep a low profile for now so that I could continue to torture the Detective. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard blaring music coming from a club. Without a second thought I turned into the parking lot and found a space. I looked around and decided that I was going to have a little fun tonight, feed the demon if you will. I soon entered the Sparkling Sphinx Club and headed to the bar.

I ordered my drink and waited for it to be done. As I waited for my drink I surveyed the options. There were so many to choose from, lots of beautiful women to choose from and I will take my time to pick the perfect one.

“Here you go sir.” The bartender said.

I turned around and paid for my drink. I smiled at the bartender. “Seems busy tonight.”

“It is which is always good means good tips tonight.” He smirked at me.

I looked around again, the ground floor contained a well-laid dance floor located in the middle of the room, a bar, with black lights stationed behind the bottles of liquor, against the entire left wall. Stairs led from the ground floor to the second, third and fourth floors. The second floor was called the Theme Floor, this is where costume parties and special events were held. The door to that floor was always secured and when there were parties and events the participants wore colored bracelets that changed with every event. The third floor was considered the VIP room. The floor was reserved for the overly entitled people like silver-spoon rich kids, royalty, etc. I was a frequent patron of that floor. Finally, the fourth floor was where he had never gone since he’s been coming to the club. The fourth floor is the Happy-ending floor, that door was guarded at all times. The customers that lounged there are political diplomats from all countries. That is where they were allowed to dive into their own dark fantasies.

I downed my drink then ask for another. “Johnny Walker black label on the rocks.” I looked around again before speaking. “Hey, is there anything special happening here tonight? It’s usually not so busy here.”

He finishes my drink, and hands it to me. “Nothing different except for some Russian Swimsuit models doing a photo shoot here, they are up on the second floor.”

I finished my drink in 2 gulps, set my glass on the bar top and smiled. “Well, I’m off on the prowl.”

I was making my way to the dance floor when I was grabbed by the hand of a very, very beautiful blonde. “Well, hey there gorgeous!” She leaned in closer to me. “You here alone?” She had a very thick southern drawl, big mocha-colored eyes, short blond hair that framed her face, and full luscious lips.

I grinned. “Why, yes I am here by myself. How about you, Miss…?”

She blushed. “Cole, Cole Anderson and yes I am here by myself as well.” She held her hand out to me to take.

I grinned at her as I grasped her hand and brought it up to my mouth. I felt her shiver as I kissed her knuckles, lightly. “Would you care to dance Miss Anderson?” I was already leading her to the center of the dance floor before she could answer. Ironic that she thought she bagged a wealthy man, when in reality she actually signed her own death warrant!