Violent Tendencies

Zander

"I saw Selene go into the house," I tell Darius and Santos as we stand outside on the driveway.

"That's fucking impossible," Santos huffs. "Blaze wouldn't take his fucking eyes off her."

"Unless she killed him," Darius offers and gets an excited look in his eye. It's the same one he gets whenever he thinks about our girl.

"Call him," Santos says as he begins to light another spliff.

"No need," I hear Blaze's distinct growl from behind us.

I turn and cross my arms over my chest. "Bro, why did you let her come here?"

"Let her?" There's a wild look in his eye. Something I haven't seen in a long time. "The bitch got the jump on me."

"She's inside," I nod towards the house. "How the fuck are we getting her out?"

"We?" Blaze's lip curls up in anger, his scar pulling at his left eye. "I'm dealing with her tonight. You three go on back to the house."

I sigh, knowing nothing is going to stand in his way now that he’s set his mind to it.

I give him a nod, motioning for the other two to follow me as Blaze scowls and stalks into the house, and I hope to God he doesn’t fucking kill her. She pushes all of his buttons, so I’m not surprised he’s starting to snap.

We climb into the car and I start the engine, glancing over at Darius.

“You think he’s going to kill her?”

Santos hoots in the back, slapping his knee for dramatics.

“As if. Our girl would win that fight easy with her fucking eyes shut. I kind of want to stick around and watch it happen. She’s always horny after a kill, and my dick gets rock hard seeing her covered in their blood.”

“You’re disgusting,” I mutter, mentally cursing my dick as it jumps behind my zipper at the image that’s now in my head.

We drive down the driveway and I do a second take when I notice a car parked by the gates. The guys spot it too, and just as Santos pulls his gun out, preparing to rain bullets between the two cars, I spot the blood splatter all over the windshield.

“What the fuck?” Darius murmurs from the back, waiting for me to pull over before carefully climbing from the car to inspect the situation.

Santos lets out a low whistle as he walks around the car, peeking in the window to see the mayhem inside.

“Diablos?” Darius questions, raising an eyebrow as Santos opens the door to get a closer look. They are practically unrecognizable, but I recognize one from the night they went through the fucking house and attacked us.

“Who the fuck…” I mumble before my eyes zero in on the dash to see the scythe drawn into the bloodied brain matter. “Selene did this.”

Santos groans, rubbing his dick through his pants, but Darius frowns.

“You sure?”

“Yep. She left her reaper mark,” I nod, motioning to the symbol.

“Well fuck, we agreed to keep her yeah? Because I’m not letting her go. Starting to think she’s crazier than I am. I’m impressed,” Santos grins, slamming the door and moving around to me. Selene and Santos are dangerous together, but the fuckers are perfect for each other.

I roll my eyes and jerk my chin towards our car.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here and wait for our girl and the angry asshole to get home.”

I can’t wait for her to get her psycho ass home so I can get her under me again.

Selene