To The Rescue

[Knight’s POV]

I sit in the bar, swirling my drink, while everyone remains oblivious to my presence. I had begun frequenting this place the past few weeks in order to collect information on Hunters Moon’s movements. Word was that they had begun to work with the underworld, and once I figured out the extent of their working together, I planned on ruining them.

A year had passed since I left that place, or rather, was banished and left for dead, and not a fucking day went by that I didn’t think of ruining it. Especially since it was the reason that I couldn’t claim the one fucking thing that I actually wanted and was the one that took everything from me.

Letting out a growl, I down my drink and then snap my fingers and wait until a waitress dressed in a tiny black dress scurries over with expectation on her face.

“What can I get for you?” She purrs, leaning down just enough for her tiny breasts to bulge.

“Whiskey,” I respond, shoving my empty glass at her. “Now!”

“Yes sir.”

Giving me a