Darius glances at Scar Face who grunts, motioning to the door.
“Yeah man, it’s your house, go crazy.”
Santos lets out a hyena laugh, making pew pew noises as he darts down the hallway, causing Darius to chuckle before following him, glancing over his shoulder to wink at me.
“I’ll finish this then get back to finishing you, deal?”
I giggle, hating the sound that leaves my mouth, but he flashes me a bright smile and goes to help his friend, leaving me with the angry dude and Zander who looks just as pissed.
He eyes my weapon and snorts.
“Do you even know how to use that thing?”
“Of course I do. I’m a prostitute in this shithole. I’d be stupid not to know how to defend myself,” I snap, hating it when men assume I’m defenseless and need saving all the goddamn time.
Before he can stop me, I stalk after Santos and Darius, my eyes landing on a heavily tattooed guy in the kitchen. He grins at me, cracking his knuckles.
“Just what I fucking wanted, a portable cum dump. The guys will like you. Put the gun down and come here, I won’t hurt you unlike these assholes,” he croons, and I can’t stop the fucking eye roll.
Is he for real right now?
I lift my gun and cock my head.
“Why do guys think I’m worried about getting hurt, when I’m usually the biggest monster in the room?” I question, confusion flashing in his eyes before I smirk and pull the trigger, his nose splattering as blood sprays from the wound. He drops like a sack of shit, but a deep groan comes from him, telling me he’s still alive.
I silently dart across the room and slit his throat with my knife, creeping through the next room and towards another door, flinging it open to find another guy has somehow managed to get his arm around Santos’ neck.
The door opening distracts him enough for Santos to break free, but the fucker keeps getting in my way as I follow the guy with my gun. After a few seconds, I scowl.
“Fuck’s sake, asshole. Duck!” I shout, Santos turning instantly, his eyes going wide for a second before he drops to the ground and out of my way.
I grab my knife again and throw it across the room, the blade lodging in the guy’s forehead just as Darius joins us, his face and chest covered in blood.
The room goes quiet as the guy drops to the floor, and I tsk as I walk over to him and put my foot on his head, yanking my blade out.
“What an idiot. I even warned him that I was going to get him because I told you to duck. Are all men so fucking stupid?” I ask, turning to face them to see them both staring at me, mouths open.
Santos has a raging boner, but I’m not surprised. Crazy, remember?
Zander and the other asshole jog in as we hear car tires screaming away from the house, and Darius points at me as if it were all my fault.
“She did it.”
“She saved my ass. Now I’m horny as fuck, and I’m about to start humping the couch cushions. Fuck, my dick is seriously fucking hard right now. Did you see that Darius? She got him smack bang in the forehead!” Santos exclaims, not hesitating to wrap his arms around my waist and spin me around, kissing me hard. Death seems to make me horny too, so I moan into his mouth and don’t fight him off, despite the audience.
I’m yanked back hard, and Zander glares at Santos as if he has the right to.
“We have shit to clean up, and you are not going to leave it with us while you fuck her in victory. Get to work. Blaze, run her home,” Zander orders, but Scar Face scoffs.
“I’m not taking her anywhere. She can’t fucking leave after what just happened. Are you stupid?”
My back stiffens as anger rolls through me.
“You can’t keep me here, jackass. I killed two people, so why would I say anything?!” I shout, but his angry eyes land on mine and he sneers.
“Because no bitch knows how to kill a guy like that, let alone without remorse. You barely even blinked at it, so you’re not just some hooker slut from the city, you’re trained to fucking kill.”
Oh, fuck.