Who: "Enigma" and NPC!Thugs (narrative) What: Chastizing the gang Where: Billy Bob's Fishing Supplies When: April 8th Rating: High - Blood, violence, sexual suggestion
“Did you think I wouldn’t fucking find out about it?” Enigma asked brown eyes narrowed behind her mask.
“Really, boss, it wasn’t that big of a deal…”
She shifted, turning and straddling the thug’s lap, red lips tilting up into a smile. “You know, I do like a man who can think for himself,” she purred, a gloved finger twisting a strand of his hair around one of her gloved fingers.
“Oh really?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at her, but his hands went to her hips, holding her in place.
“Mmhmm,” she purred, her lips barely brushing over his as one of her hands rested on his chest, gently petting against the flesh.
“How much?” He asked, one of his hand sliding down to cup the curves of her ass while another man in the room coughed.
“Oh, quite a lot,” she answered, smirking against, tongue peeking out to tease him.
“Oh come on, boss, you can’t really think that idiot can think or come close to satisfying you. This is all you need,” Mike said, grabbing his groin.
Enigma turned to look at him, arching an eyebrow. The move was swift, almost practiced in its fluidity. Bob found himself handcuffed to the chair he was seated in, a booted foot connecting with his chest, shoving him back just as a sharp pain erupted from his throat.
As he lay on the floor, a booted foot came down on his neck, providing pressure (and almost crushing his windpipe), as a shot rang out, Mike hitting the floor, holding his bleeding groin.
Enigma looked down at Mike who was whimpering in pain. “I’m not a whore, try that again and it’ll be far more than a testicle you lose.” She took her foot off of Bob’s neck, making a hand motion, two of his friends rushing to hold clothes to the wound. “Take him to the hospital,” she said, referring to Bob. “Leave him.”
She holstered her gun before raising the dagger she had used to slid Bob’s throat, licking it clean, following her men from the abandoned storefront, leaving Mike behind to bleed to death or get himself to a hospital. Humming, she skipped behind her men, unlocking the van for them. Hopefully, the next guy will think twice before trying to undercut her in an arms deal.