Blood Moth

Mila. The blood moth. Red hair and amber eyes. Sharp. Angled smile. Pale white skin. Deadly.

Mila had been following Sasha for the past few days. She liked to watch that fat ass bounce as she walked. Sasha was incredible. A latte skinned busty beauty. Mila envied her tits – even though Mila had a fantastic pair herself.

Victor was tying up all loose ends. Moorfield was to be hunted. It was a game. Deer hunting. Mila scoping out Sasha. But gun violence wasn’t her style. Too simple. Not fun at all.

She got too close. Revealed herself.

“Someone else? Hmm… Maybe…” Mila said. A smile. She couldn’t help it. I am going to murder you…

Sasha, walking away. Quickly, knowing.

Greg was pathetic. Ran away again, Mila supposed. Because Nadia and Xiao Mei were still fucking alive. No matter… Greg would come back… Like a good little puppy, hungry for more.

Mila watched as Sasha push a man against a wall. Then walked away. He sunk onto the floor. Against the brick.

Mila crouched down in front of him.

“Are you okay, sir?” she said.

“No… No I am not…” he said, “My wife left me and now is pregnant with the other man’s child… I am a loser…”

“Loser? Hardly… You can still win…” Mila said. Wide eyes. Like an owl. Pursed lips.

“You can kill him… And win her back… She will see how strong you are,” she said.

“W-What are you even saying lady?” He said. He swallowed.

She reached out and touched his cheek. Nails light. He winced.

Then she was gone. Like an apparition. Kill him?