Scars (The Triad 1)

ELLIOT

“Honey, I’m home!” she screamed as she burst through the damn doors like fucking Rambo. The music drowned out most of her words, but we all got the gist. This bitch was fucking insane and most definitely had a death wish storming into a crack den blind like that. I could feel all of us go still in the middle of the fight to look at her.

Is that…is that blood on her face?

The guy I had just knocked to the ground swung out his leg, and I hit the floor hard. Fuck’s sake, I thought. She was too much of a distraction to have around. Once I had hit the ground, he took a moment to rove his eyes over her body.

I shot him in his eye.