Zander
“I don’t give a shit if she’s trained, that just makes me wanna fuck her even more. Seriously, she threw a fucking knife at him from across the room and got a bullseye! Please let me keep her, she’s perfect!” Santos begs, grinding my gears a fraction.
I’ve never known the fucker to be so fucking obsessed with a chick before, but since she saved him in a bloodied way, he wants her right or wrong.
Blaze shakes his head, glaring at our friend.
“The fuck is wrong with you? Other than the obvious. She might be a fucking spy for all we know. We can’t have her fucking up our plans!” He hisses.
I watch Blaze for a moment before sighing, rubbing my temples with frustration.
“She’s right, you know? We can’t keep her locked up here.”
“Says fucking who? I thought you would have loved the opportunity to be locked up with her, Zan. Go get her out of your system while you can,” Blaze snaps, causing Santos’ eyes to dart to him with a frown.
“Hey! I get her! She distracted that dude until I broke free, then she…”
“I’m aware she saved you and killed the guy with a knife. We’ve been going over this for nearly an hour, dick head. Zander wants her, so let him have her,” Blaze grunts, all eyes going to me with confusion.
I count to three in my head, needing to compose myself before speaking.
“She stays tonight, then we take her home tomorrow and suss out her house, alright? No one fucks her until we know who she fucking is and who she works for, got it?” I say calmly, making Santos scowl and throw complaints at me in the process, but Blaze gives me a nod, agreeing with me. I can always rely on him to side with me.
I have to admit though, I’m surprised that Selene got involved in any of it and didn’t run the moment she could. If I thought she consumed all my thoughts before, she sure as fuck did now.
Who the fuck is she?
“I don’t want her to go, I like her! She obviously likes me if she’ll kill a guy for me!” Santos continues to argue, draining some of my willpower.
“We talk to her tomorrow about it all, alright? Tonight she stays until we can get some information out of her. You and Darius stay here, Blaze and I will go and see what we can find out,” I mutter, both of them groaning at me.
They’d end up fucking her if we let them go and interrogate her without supervision.
I head back out to the back room where we left Darius in charge of the little imp and find them in a heated argument.
“I am not fucking staying here!” She screams and lifts her gun to me as we walk in.
“Whoa,” I raise my hands. “Chill. We have a few questions about what just went down.”
“I saved your useless fucking lives,” she sneers. “I should’ve fucking ran when I had the chance instead.”
Okay, so she’s pissed and understandably. But I need to know why the fuck a weapon trained hooker is fucking my father.
“She’s pissed,” Darius echoes my thoughts and grabs his cock through his jeans. “Fuck, I really like her pissed.”
“Same,” Santos pipes up behind me. “Baby, we really like you pissed.”
She rolls her eyes but I see a ghost of a smile hover around her lips.
“Listen, I like to suck and fuck cock,” she shrugs. “But men tend to think a female deserves to be beaten or raped instead, all of what you saw was self-taught.”
Nope, not buying it.
“Look, it’s late as fuck. We’re gonna clean up and crash.” I look into her bright blue eyes. “Please stay here so we can talk in the morning.”
“Do I have a fucking choice?” She retorts.
“Nope,” Blaze growls and she deflates.