A reason to never forget

Renz’s POV

Three bodies.

Three bullets.

One mistake.

I wiped the sweat from my brow with a silk cloth. Death had never been an inconvenience - just business. A means to an end or a reminder.

No one begged. They knew better. The basement stank of iron, sweat and regret, the kind that only fools left behind when they crossed me. I crouched beside the last body, watching the life fade the man's eyes. Blood pooled around their heads like halos painted in sin.

"This is what you get for fucking with my money". I murmured, almost fondly, then tucked my pistol back inside my jacket and stepped away from the mess, left them behind without a second glance. My men would clean up. They knew the drill - bleach, fire and silence. I didn’t need witnesses. I needed loyalty. And fear was the currency I paid in.

Basque welcomed me like always — roaring, sweating, seducing. Every soul in here came to forget. To feel something. Pain, pleasure, power. I sold all three in bottles and beats.

I lit a cigar and stepped into the chaos. But then — the world blinked. What a sight.

She must be new.

Or stupid.

But damn... she was interesting. She was drawing attention. Too much of it. Eyes followed her. Some hungry. Some confused.

But I watched. She didn’t dance like she wanted attention — she danced like she was starving for it. Like it was the only thing keeping her alive. dressed in black velvet and fire, slit up to her thigh. Eyes closed, head tossed back, like she’d died and come back possessed.

She was young but wild, barely a woman. My kind of fucked up.

She wasn’t like the others who threw themselves at me. She didn’t even know I was watching. And yet, every move screamed for someone - anyone -to finally see her. I saw her. Not the body, Not the beauty, But the crack in her soul. She seemed like the kind of girl who'd scream into pillows at night, not for pleasure, but to forget.

Anyway, She looked… appetizing, . a puzzle with one jagged piece missing — and maybe, just maybe, I could be that final piece.Or better - maybe I could break her completely, then show her what it feels like to shatter the right way.

I could give her something no one else ever would. A reason to never forget me. In Pleasure, pain, The kind of memory that gets carved into your skin and soul. I chuckled.

Still yet, she looked unfamiliar, didn’t belong in my world, she walked straight into it. And now she was mine.

I called Marco. My brother. My right hand. The only man I trusted with secrets and bodies. “That one,” I said, voice low and certain. “Take her to Room Three. I want her clean, quiet, and waiting.”

He didn’t ask why. He knew better. But when he moved, I watched expecting her to follow. They always did. But then I saw her pause. Marco leaned down, whispered in her ear. Her face changed and noticed She hesitated, shook her head and walked away, lips tight. Said something to my brother. Then turned… toward the ladies' room.

I didn't need to chase her, I owned the air in this building. she should have known better,or maybe...she knew exactly what she was doing. Either way- she had my attention now.

She thought I’d let her walk? No, darling. You’ve been chosen. And when I choose… you don’t get to walk away. You crawl, beg, or you scream. But you never walk. Not from me.

As I walked towards the room, I smirked. She had no idea what was waiting on the other side. But soon…She will. She’ll know what it means to be seen. To be touched like worship.To be broken, rebuilt, and owned. She looked broken already — I’m just here to finish the job. And maybe…Give her the pleasure of a lifetime for her pain. A gift or maybe a curse. Something she’ll never recover from.because I’m not her savior, nor am I a monster. I'll be her lesson.

******

Morning came, and I still hadn’t slept. Not from the kill. That was routine. It was her. I told myself it was just another night. Just another girl. But I knew that was a damn lie.

Phone rings. Ma.I sigh, and swipe to answer. “Yeah?”

“It’s been months, son. You never visit. Your father—”

"I’m swamped, Ma. Deals. Clients. I can’t just drop everything.”

“You always say that. We miss you—”

“I’ll come when I can." and before she could say further I hung up.I don’t need this right now.

My phone buzzed again — saved me from diving deeper into whatever the hell this feeling was.

“Boss, the new site’s ready. Grand opening in three weeks. Everything’s in place.”

About time.

I may be staying for a while, the business must be established.

I gave Marco the reins. “No fuck-ups..Keep the streets clean. My name doesn’t get dragged. but If someone breathes funny, cut their air."

He nodded. He always understood.But as I boarded the private jet, i caught myself glancing toward the clouds. That bitch. That broken beauty. Still in my blood. I didn’t even know her name. But I knew one thing —

She'd remember me.

And I wasn’t done with her.