Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 546: A New - (Part 8)

Winter tilted her head at the remark. "If you are concerned about others discovering my artificial nature through speech patterns—"

Her voice warped mid-sentence. Static flickered through the word.

Then it came back entirely different.

"—like, oh my god, don’t worry, I totally get it," she said, tone lighter, slower, careless in a way that almost hurt to hear. She shifted her weight onto one hip, lifted a hand to brush her hair back, fingers loose, nails catching the light. "I’ll just, y’know, vibe. Grab a drink. Maybe find a couch. See where the night goes, right?"

She punctuated it with a small, thoughtless little shrug.

Don raised his brows.

"...Wow," he said. "Yeah. I guess that works."

He ashed the cigarette and started walking toward the house. "Let’s go."

They crossed the street together, music swelling as they neared the property. Lights spilled across the front yard. Voices layered over the bass.

As they walked, Winter spoke quietly. "What occurs if this plan fails and we are told to leave?"

"Then we break in."

"I see."

They were close enough now to make out the front gate and the pair of guards posted there. Just then, a short man in patterned pajamas stood a few feet away, gesturing angrily up at one of them.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Tell them to keep the noise down, dammit! My kids are trying to sleep!"

One guard—tall, broad, shaved head—looked down at him without much interest. "Get lost."

"I’ll call the police," the man snapped.

Don glanced at Winter. "Now just follow my lead."

He stepped closer to her and set a hand at her waist.

"Lower," Winter said.

He blinked. "Huh?"

"To more accurately resemble a dirt bag who belongs here," she replied calmly, "it would be more appropriate to place your hand on my posterior rather than my waist. I would also recommend squeezing it. Vigorously."

Don opened his mouth to respond—

They reached the gate.

He stopped talking, drew in a breath through his nose, and took one more pull from the cigarette before letting it hang from his fingers.

The guards had turned their attention toward them now. One lean, dark-haired, arms folded. The other heavier, jaw set, one hand resting near his belt.

The neighbor in pajamas hovered off to the side, face red, still muttering to himself.

Don stepped forward with Winter at his side.

Their attention stayed on him only a moment.

Then it shifted.

Winter stepped half a pace forward, shoulders loose, posture casual, already wearing the role.

"Ugh, finally," she said, pitching her voice light and lazy. "I thought you guys were about to make us stand out here all night. My feet are literally dying."

One of the guards looked her over from head to toe without hiding it. His mouth twitched. He stepped aside without a word, hand lifting just enough to clear her path. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The second guard didn’t move.

He held an arm out in front of her. "Hold on. Invite?"

Winter blinked and turned her head back toward Don, expression slipping neatly into confused annoyance. "Babe?"

Every eye went to him.

Don walked past the second guard’s extended arm and stopped close enough that the man had to tilt his head back to look at him. Don was taller. Not by a little.

He exhaled smoke straight into the guard’s face.

"My money funds Johnny’s operations," Don said flatly. "And his dumb henchmen have the audacity to ask me for an invite?" He leaned in just enough to make it personal. "Is this the fucking White House now?"

The first guard glanced between them, unsure.

The second’s jaw set. "I’m sorry, sir, but maybe I should check with him first."

Don nodded once, slow. "You do that. So I can beat both your asses."

The first guard frowned and stepped in, placing a heavy hand on Don’s shoulder. He was only a little shorter, built wider through the chest.

"Hey, why don’t you calm—"

Don turned.

Fast.

His hand closed around the man’s collar and yanked him forward. "Woah—" was all the guard got out before Don drove a fist into his stomach.

The impact folded him.

Air burst from his mouth. His upper body lifted from the force before crashing back down, shoes skidding as he hit the ground. The man in pajamas nearby let out a startled noise and fell backward onto the pavement.

The guard on the ground gagged once, then again. White foam gathered at the corner of his mouth as he rolled onto his side.

Don turned to the second guard.

"Listen here, you little shit," he said. "My people did business with that fuck Johnny before he hired you from whatever bargain security company you crawled out of. My business is with him."

He took a step closer. "Go ask him yourself. It doesn’t end well for people who waste our time. And if you think he’ll stop me from putting you down for doing it..." His mouth twitched. "Go ahead."

Winter slipped in smoothly, sliding an arm around Don’s back.

"Don’t be upset, daddy," she said, tone airy. "We can’t have you picking up another murder charge here. It’s bad for business."

Behind them, the man in pajamas scrambled to his feet. "Uh—y’know what," he blurted, backing away, "I think they have ear muffs... yeah, they have ear muffs—" He turned and bolted down the street.

The remaining guard swallowed.

’Who the fuck is this guy?’

’I don’t get paid enough for this. He’s here for the boss, not me.’

He lifted his wrist and pretended to scan his digital notepad. "Oh—uh—wait. I think I see your name here—"

"I didn’t give it to you," Don said.

The man laughed nervously.

Don shook his head. "Step aside."

The guard did. Immediately.

Don smacked Winter’s ass once, firm and unembarrassed. "Run along, kitten. I’m gonna find Johnny and ask why the fuck he’s throwing a party when our profits are low."

Winter gave a pleased little hum and slipped past him, heels clicking as she headed toward the house.

Don turned back to the guard still on his feet and tossed him the pack of cigarettes. It bounced once off his chest before he caught it.

"That should help with the pain for your friend there," Don said.

Then he walked through the gate.

’Can’t believe that worked,’ he thought.