Page 17 of Caressed By Sin
I blurred to the front door, so fast no human eyes could comprehend my image.
My nose tracked her scent as I snatched the door open.
Wind rushed past me.
The noise of the club was silenced once the door slammed behind me.
A rusty car drove by, emitting smoke into the night sky. I stepped back as the male driver honked and sped away. Bad pop music trailed behind. I’d forgotten the singer’s name, but she was horrific. Not that it mattered. All popular entertainers’ names merged into nothing after so many years.
Where are you, Fatou?
I remained in the shadows, searched the parking lot, and spotted her at the far end.
There you go.
She jumped in a white car and slammed the door.
An electric charge of adrenaline jolted me.
In a single burst of energy, I cloaked myself within the darkness and leaped into the air, rising high with ease.
Long ago, I had huge wings that always got in the way. I could never wear a proper jacket. Most of the time, I hid during the day and hunted drunken women at night—too intoxicated to know what they were fucking.
When I finally matured, my wings fell away along with my tail. And my power rose so much so, it allowed me to control my gravitational field. I could manipulate it as I wished.
Fatou sped off in the car.
Where are you going now, Fatou?
I hovered overhead and sped along behind her, drifting several feet above the car and keeping the vehicle’s pace.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at a three-level hotel.
I frowned in disgust.
Cracked lime green and sea blue paint covered the outer walls of this ramshackle building. Drugged-out prostitutes stumbled back and forth in front of the building, while cars, with their lights off, lined the streets waiting for them. Some of the girls leaned against their vehicles and smoked cigarettes.
A cracked neon sign proclaimed ‘Paradise Inn: Cheap Hourly Rates.
I hoped Fatou hadn’t been staying here long.
Was I the sole reason for your visit? Or are there other incubi here?
A wino pissed on the right side of the sign. The stench of liquor and urine floated from his wrinkled skin.
This depresses me.
I found Fatou as she parked and floated high above her.
She stepped out of the car and held the cell phone against her pointed ear. She had that ridiculous wig on again. “Adae, for the tenth time. No. I did not see Azar in the club.”
How did Adae trick you into working for him?
“Enough, Adae. There’s no reason for me to further search Azar out.” Fatou stormed off. “I’m going after the Boto Brothers. My flight leaves for Brazil in the morning.”
The Boto Brothers?
I shook my head. Those demons would tear her sweet flesh apart in seconds.
