It was a cruel sound, and he said, “I don’t fight ‘girls’, they fight me! I just crush them, and beat them, and make them bleed. Girls are too...weak for me to fight! They are only good for killing! Killing and fucking!”“Don’t you mean that the other way around?” Béla asked, trying to get his goat.The grin on his face widened, telling her that he preferred the sequence of actions in the order he’d stated them. Any girl he took would be killed, then fucked.Matthew was pleased with the concerned. Holy crap. I couldn't believe it. I was falling in love with an heiress.A month later, I was still trying to figure out what was going on. I'd called the number for Katie listed in the campus directory, but the girl that answered said she'd only seen her "roommate" a couple of times, and had no idea where Katie was now."She didn't leave any kind of note or anything?" I asked in desperation. "You really have no idea where she might have gone?" Sorry, no." Okay. Well, thanks, I guess," I said,. " The police looked surprised but obeyed immediately.Sal sat down alone with Leon near the lobby desk, ignoring the bitches across the room. "This had better be good. None of this shit about buying internet time." Oh hell, Sal. I saw your sign. It made me laugh. I was just joking with your bell boy... Sal, I'll get right to the point. You remember how rich my family was, right? Back in the days before the plague?" Well... Yeah..." My dad, he converted a lot the fortune into gold. I've been to. Fewer and fewer people walked in and I knew the club was close to capacity. Most men immediately went right, heading straight for the bar while the girls threw themselves into the growing sex pit. I made my way along the outside of the room, feeling a little out of place in my cut-off army green shorts and white t-shirt. Thankfully the shorts were short and the shirt was tight, the flip flops however didn’t really help me out much. I found a seat on an abandoned barstool and turned my attention.