Kane shoves past him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’ll chase.” Jude starts to run toward me, but Preston slams a hand to his chest.
Preston, the smaller of the three, is single-handedly stopping both of them.
“He’s my prey. Back off.”
Hmm.
I wouldn’t say I’m his prey. If anything, it’s the other way around, but his words still put a smile on my face.
He called me something of his.
Is that supposed to be entertaining?
“I haven’t seen you this injured in a long time,” Kane says. “You sure he’s the prey?”
Touché.
“Of course he is.” Preston laughs in that disturbed, unhinged way, throwing his head back.
“He’s lost his mind again,” Jude says.
Again.
I tap my middle finger against my thumb.
That means Preston is prone to losing his mind?
Why?
Kane steps farther into his space. “Who is he, Preston?”
His laughter finally dies out, but there’s still an edge to his words. “He dared to hunt me in my own goddamn place. Love that!”
Happy to serve.
Jude hits him upside the head. “You should’ve let us catch him, dumbass.”
Preston’s fit of laughter returns as he practically bounces in place. “No, I’m going to hunt him, too, before I chop him into tiny little pieces. Oh my, I’m getting hard thinking about it. I’m so fucking hard.”
I don’t think that’s the reason he’s hard, but by all means. If he wants to hunt me next time, I’ll happily oblige.
“Focus, man,” Jude says.
“You fuck off, both of you.” Preston’s still moving in place, as if he can’t stay still. “I’ll arrange the cleanup and watch some security footage.”
“Find out how he managed to trespass on this place, Pres,” Kane tells him.
“Not important.” Armstrong laughs, walking away with a spring in his step. “Not fucking important.”
“Get your dick sucked,” Jude shouts after him. “Don’t go fucking crazy.”
Yeah, that won’t be happening.
Preston getting his dick sucked, I mean.
I narrow my eyes on Jude, considering the best way to bash his head in without being killed by Kane.
