He's Good at Being Bad

I was suddenly involved in a murder case. I was just a passerby when two men caught the man walking in front of me, and they stab him, and the other shoots him in the head. The fucked up part was that there was a police car by the end of the street. When they heard the gunshot, of course, they saw me staring at the dead man on the floor, and the worst part was that one of the men smeared me with the blood and threw the knife and gun at me after they killed him. I even caught the blade and the gun and held them. They run, and the police didn't saw them. They only saw me!

That was the most fucked up part, and of course, I ran! It was my immediate response even though I wasn't the one who killed the man. I was panicking that I even brought the fucking knife and gun while I ran away from the police...

I wasn't dumb. But it was evident that I went dumber because of that moment. I couldn't think and let my reflexes respond at that moment. My fucking reflexes are so dumb I want to smash my head.

And I wasn't drunk. But I admit that I was sleepy at that time. You know why I was in the streets late at night? Because I was craving some burgers, and I end up buying ice cream! It was a joke, literally. My parents started it by making me an accident!

They should have flushed me in the toilet or wiped me on the tissue! Why the fuck do they have to do it unprotected, fuck! And the worst part is that they did me in a dirty restroom of some cheap bar!

I blame no one but my fucking dumb ass. I know I am smarter than I actually look! I never know I'll go literally downhill because I was so dumb to even bring the weapon used to murder a man.

That's why I was here. I am literally on every news because I was the dumbest person I've known since the beginning. Believe me, I'm not dumb, but I was always in certain unexpected places. I was hiding from the police.

I know a person who could at least help me. Not help, but you know, keep me out from being sentenced to a murder case. I went to Dares. He's the queen mother of prostitution in this town. I met him because I was an immigrant and had been hiding since my tourist days are done. My race is a half half-comodo dragon, half-lizard. Kidding, It's a secret. I need to keep my race a secret to keep myself safe. But I'm European, half Asian. And I was pretty when you put makeup on me. Other than that, I'm helpless. I was skinny but not too much, and my boobs are there but unnoticeable.

Dares looks at me, and he laughed, "You were all over the news."

"Believe me, I'm getting tired of my fame."

He laughed so hard I laughed too. My life's a joke. If only I can kick myself in the face, I already did, but I can't even reach my toes. I know, how satisfying could it be if I can just kick myself in the face? It's life worth of ecstasy.

"What do you need aside from protection?" This happened before, and all I had to do was tell him the specific terms I need. The last time I did was that I went to an Alpha from the northeast pack of Harin. We didn't have sex since he was preserving his body to his mate. I think he was delusional. He is such a joke; I couldn't even compare to him. He is crazy; he keeps on telling me about creatures I've only read in books. He keeps telling me about packs and his mate; she is to become his luna something like that. I have only read such existence in books. So I was sent to him as I was sold to him in a contract for 3 months.

And boy, he was obsessed. He told me I wasn't his mate since I was a human, so he wonders why he was obsessed with me. Like no for real, I feel like I've become dumber being with him, the fact that I'm already dumb, huh? I didn't know I could go dumber. We never had sex even though I lust for his body because, boy, that damn lunatic has some crazy toned abs, and the amount of melanin is too much I couldn't handle. I could only fantasize about him, but he was still restraining himself because I wasn't his luna. That dumb lunatic, he's crazy, so after our contract ended with me being his companion, I went away and found a real job that would keep me alive.

Until the murder happened; and I'm back here to this very place.

"Lucid has been asking for you. Do you want me to send you there?"

"Nope, I need someone higher than the law." Lucid, although lunatic, he's pretty rich. Still, I couldn't reach his level of crazy to the point of believing in werewolves and vampires and other creatures of the night.

Dares gave me a concerning look, "You know that men who own the law are beyond dangerous. Women to them are plaything, and they've killed some women I've sold to them."

I shook my head, "I'm better dead than behind bars. Give me to the man who's above the law."

Dares was still hesitant, but I pleaded, my real emotions emerging on my face as I stopped being careless and always looking like a joke, "It doesn't matter if he's crazier than Lucid or if he's older than me. I need someone who can remove my involvement in that murder case." I was desperate.

The thing is I am poor. Very poor that I had to fake my documents just to find a place here and to help my parents and my siblings financially, I left them in the country where I came from. My initial plan was to marry a citizen of this country to legally stay and live here and be their legal citizen or just work since they pay bigger.

But I left my luck there. I was helpless, so I began to work as a waitress in a local diner, a burger cook just in front of my street, and a stripper; which pays the most. I only had to do my little sexy dance, which was I couldn't even do well since I wasn't built for dancing. My body was stiff and all over awkward whenever I dance, so I just swayed and showed some cute ass. The men paid me, which was kind of ridiculous for me that I laugh whenever I remember that.

Until Dares sold me to the man who's beyond crazy, even crazy than Lucid, this man was a whole lot psychopath.

And it was obvious; I was sold to the psycho billionaire.