L*ck Me If You Can

"Really?"

"Wow, that sounds insanely sexy."

Someone muttered dreamily, clearly imagining Koi wet and vulnerable. Seeing her dazed, enchanted face made Nelson’s blood boil. He’d always had a thing for her—and now she was fantasizing about that loser?

"Let’s see if she still says that after I beat the shit outta that fucker."

Another guy chimed in, laughing obsequiously to flatter Nelson.

"Of course! Who could ever beat you, Nelson?"

"Yeah, Nelson’s the best. Cheers!"

As the group shouted and downed their drinks, Nelson felt slightly appeased. He pulled out some drugs from his jacket and dumped them onto the table. The crowd erupted in excitement. As they eagerly started snorting the powder, Nelson watched with satisfaction—until a staff member from the club cautiously approached him.

"Uh, excuse me..."

*

Creeeak—the rusted back door let out a horrible noise as it opened. Stepping outside, a cold breeze—so different from the stuffy stench of the club—brushed across Nelson’s cheek. He walked out into the alley behind the club, the air faintly reeking of piss, and glanced around.

Soon, he spotted a towering man in a suit and overcoat.