“You can’t do this, you fucking bastard” I pushed him harder, scorling at his smirk. He chuckled at my grim attempts to free myself. “I swear Tyler, if you don't stop now, I am gonna kill you” I scoffed, angrily. He zipped his lips, with a smile of a saint on his face. I rolled my eyes, walking past him as soon as his grip on me loosened.
“Angel, I can afford it, you know that. You just have to tell me what you like.” he said walking up to me. I grimace at his words, of course. Why did I just think to reason with him, anyway?. I ignored him completely, walking into Shea’s suite. Apparently, Shea and her 10 year old son, Edward, are staying in a suite here, with Taylor for a month. Yup, it's been a month since we were here, in this bloody mansion. She and Taylor have come along this past month. They have made their “friends with benefits” an official anno
TRIGGER WARNING - MATURE CONTENT AHEAD Luke’s PoV I pushed the gun out of her hands pulling her up off the bed, roughly, “What fuck are you doing? Ti, have you lost your fucking mind?” I yelled. Her tears were streaming down her face, a look of defeat in her eyes, that was killing me. “I fucking love you, Ti, you can’t do this” I said, my eyes turning red with rage. I grabbed her face in my hands, crashing my lips on hers. Interweaving our passionate tongues in an instant. Her lips turned animalistic coaxing with mine, blended in love. She pushed herself away for a millisecond, trailing seductive kisses dow
Tyler’s PoV I grabbed the bastard by his collar pulling him up in the air with my hand, the metal chain that was wound around his ankle rattling profusely. His eyes turned red with pain, “Fucker, tell me about the shipments and save the pain of your last moments on this freaking Earth” I said, calmly. He mumbled something incorrigible, I took the syringe from Luke’s hands bringing it nearest to his neck, he shuddered on seeing what I was about to do. He yelped, “Just kill me, please” he cried. I laughed loudly, injecting the slow poison into his body. He yelled in pain, “no no...please kill me. Don’t torcher me” he sobbed as a baby. I chuckled at his meek attempts to free himself from my grasp. Punc