Chapter 20: Screwed

Natalie got to the hotel and headed straight to the room provided by Vortex.

She knocked on the door lightly, and when she heard the man's permission, she stepped in.

Vortex was sitting on the bed with a cigar dangling from one side of his lips. Noticing the cuts on his face, Natalie frowned.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"Gangster shit," he replied as he stood and stepped toward her. "I almost got killed, but it's nothing since you're here," he said, puffing out smoke from his lips and nostrils. He raised his injured hand to Natalie.

"Let's get this over with," she said, pulling down her jacket.

"Easy, cupcake. I just want to have a little talk before we start," Vortex said.

"What?"

"It's about your first kill, my love. Mr. Jefferson, how did you feel when you killed him?" he asked, and Natalie immediately looked around the room.

"What?"

Natalie pulled out a small knife and pointed it at him. Vortex took a sharp breath. He mustn't screw this up, or he'd be in serious trouble.

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