We glare at each other, waiting for Poison, and it fucking pisses me off.
“Poison better want you; otherwise, motherfucker the truce is off,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“It’s fucking unbelievable. You’re fucking stubborn son of bitch,” War growls, moving his head from side to side.
“I’m only taking care of my sister,” I snarl, lowering my eyelids.
“Right. That’s why your sisters were at the Dreamhole; who knows what the fuck could have happened to them. Thank fuck that I was lucky to meet Poison,” War yells, raising his brow.
The back door slams, stopping our chatter. Poison runs across the lot towards us. She smiles at War and runs into him. War pulls her into his arms.
“War, what are you doing here,” Poison asks, smiling at him.
“I’m here talking to Demon,” War says, pushing a lock from her face.
“Demon, what’s going on,” Poison asks, turning in his arms.
“Poison, I see that you know this motherfucker! What in the hell were you doing at the Dreamhole? I asked you earlier about it, and you didn’t respond. How in the fuck did you dare to go into their turf? Anything could have happened to you and Candy,” I growl, resting my hands on my waist.
“Yeah, Halo and Cherry went too, so you have to talk to your Old Lady,” Poison hisses, bopping her head.
Fuck!
Halo and Cherry went to the Dreamhole? It’s fucking unacceptable. I’m going to have to have a talk with Halo and the sisters.
“Yeah, but it didn’t. Not a thing happened to us,” Poison scoffs, bopping her head with her attitude.
War pulls her into his arms and whispers something to her. She smiles at him and is a totally different girl from him. Well, color me fucking amazed. This shit is real.
War has the gall to kiss her in front of me, us.
“Motherfucker, that’s enough,” I growl, glaring at them.
War holds her close, running his fingers through her hair.
“Demon, Poison is my Old Lady, and I’m taking her with me,” War growls, glaring at me.
“Fucker! Poison, is that right,” I ask, looking at her.
Poison turns to look at me, moving her head up and down.
“Yes, Demon. I love him,” Poison says.
“Poison, it’s a done deal,” I say.
“Fuckingtastic,” Poison says, smiling at War.
“Babe, grab your stuff,” War says, kissing her temple.
“Okay, it’s going to take a few,” Poison says, looking at him.
“I’ll be here waiting for you,” War chuckles.
Poison runs to grab her things, and I stare at War.
“Motherfucker, you best take good care of her. I’ll kill you if I hear that you’re abusing her in any form! Deal be damn,” I hiss, gathering my brows.
“Fucker, she’s going to be taken care of. I’ll never hurt her in any way. That girl owns my soul,” War snarls, resting his hands on his waist.
