I barged into the bar, my eyes immediately locking onto the pair of mesmerizing eyes. I stumbled over to the bar stool, plopping down. I was soaked, drenched in blood from others and from my own.

"Usual drink, darling." Gosh, it hurts so bad. I was trying to bite back a groan, not wanting to look weak. I lit up a cigarette while waiting for my drink.

She began prepping the drink, and when she was done, she pulled out a first aid kit. She slowly knelt infront of me, observing the wound at my waist.

I grabbed a pile of cash, and slid it down her neck to her chest. "Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty." I smirked, looking down at her, while she simply rolled her eyes.