"FUCKING TWAT!"

Chris:

There was so much “blood”.

The poor blue haired guy working the sign-in desk, Nick, puked at the sight of Elicia bleeding all over Elias rushing her out to the SUV. Using the cover of the SUV to poof them back to the villa unconscious and bleeding heavily, where Mom, Dad, and Mama Eve worked quickly to stop the bleeding that came from a nasty laceration along her lower head and right shoulder.

“So, explain why we aren’t beating the shit out of this Cunt?” Ben snarled into a semi-conscious Peyton’s face as the private jet, soared high above the majestic Atlantic with its deep blue waters hiding secrets within their depths.

Heading back to Houston, more specifically, DeWalt Texas to handle business with Bain and his brother, who happened to be an instructor at the school and surprise, surprise, a Bear.

“Patients brother. He will get what’s coming to him, but also his brother.” Elias looked up from the cream leather sofa with an evil glint, twinkling brightly from his amber orbs with his arms stretched out along the sofa back, and his foot bouncing in an agitated pose crossed over his knee.

Smirking between us as Peyton mumbled something underneath his breath, while his head lolled side-to-side. Leaning forward with a hissing exhale, seeing Elicia’s lifeless body slumbered against the shattered wall with reflective speckles of mirror laced through her colorful locks.

“What was that B-itch!” Pushing his bloodied, healing face back with my fingers as his sinister smirk glared back at me with a fiery snap of raging heat rocketing up my spine.

“I said, “That must be some tasty pussy.” Licking his lips as he hissed the last word, snatching his blooded shirt into my fist as his feet lifted from the floor.

Snarling with a deadly roar as saliva flung and plastered against the cream-colored cabin walls, smirking as his body flinched back in fear. Dropping his ass back into the chair, back handing him with a satisfying crack as crimson streamed through the air like wet paint.

“Chris.” Roger spoke firmly, snapping my eyes over to my brothers as they sat coldly across from us, leaning forward with amused smirks laced across their faces.

“I haven’t felt like this since…” Ben linked coldly as his eyes bore holes through Peyton, tilting his head like a predator sizing up his target.

“Yeah. Since Jasper and Vallera.” Elias looked up with a darkness looming over his face as Peyton laughed in a gargling exhale.

“She really knows how to pick them. She was so innocent when I had her first.” His voice pitched as Roger choked him with a hand, pressing his claws into his neck with a sickening snarl as we tried to calm him down.

“Breath. He’s only trying to press your buttons.” Gripping his forearm as he vibrated under my blazing palm, shifting his weight as his claws retracted but held his grip firmly.

“She’s still innocent you twat.” Roger shoved him backwards, standing quickly to his feet as the plane banked slightly, meaning we were not far from our destination.

“So, you think. Her freshman year was a wild one.” Elias jumped up, slamming his fist into his stomach with a solid ouf, slumping forward with a gargling cough as he spit a wad of bloody mucus at our feet.

Great, spend more money to have the jet sanitized and cleaned.

“We don’t have the prettiest pasts ourselves.” Ben laughed darkly in our link, looking over at Elias as he pinched the bridge of his nose with an exasperated exhale.

“It’s not the point. This piece of shit is describing my kitten as a slut because of him and his brother, when she is the sweetest, most genuine, and bashful little thing that has ever graced our presence. He’s comparing Elicia to that whore his brother fucked in her bed. In her safe place on what was to be a happy, and adventurous journey but was left with a shattered heart and a powerful emotion of abandonment.” Elias looked disoriented as his words conveyed a deep sadness as Peyton howled in laughter.

“You think it was voluntary?” His sickening laughter filled the suffocating cabin as the fasten seatbelt dinged into effect, feeling as the pilot banked and adjusted into our decent.

The heavy anchor sank through my stomach as our faces paled at his arrogance and pure lack of humanity, lunging at his punk ass as he smirked darkly with an arrogant gleam.

“What did you do?” Growling lowly as his dark smirk ticked up into a sickening joker grin, gripping the armrests tightly with bound wrists as he crossed his leg casually with a shoulder shrug.

“You’ll just have to find out, now won’t ya?” Sneering as Roger jumped from his seat, slamming his fist into his jaw with a hollowed crack silenced by the pressurized cabin.

“What are we planning, Brother?” Leaning back into the soft leather, hearing the engines drop an octave as the sunny, luscious lands of Texas peaked through the windows with a strange calm before the storm kind of feeling stirring within is.

Only Queers and Steers come from Texas.

Chuckling darkly at the Gunnery from Full Metal Jacket.

“If they did what we are thinking, then we need to follow the Supernatural Law of handling this situation. Firstly, contacting Dad and Mom so they can call the council.” Elias exhaled a shaky breath as the landing gear touched down along the runway, jutting and jolting slightly as the jet powered down the engines for a back-drag to slow down.

“MAN! You’re taking all the fun out of it. Why can’t we do what we used too?” Ben whined sarcastically, punching the armrest as we taxied into a private gate.

“And jeopardize losing everything we ever wanted in life, for what, this piece of shit and his dick-less brother. Pass.” Roger laughed darkly, unbuckling before the light dinged to “unfasten seatbelts” securing our carry-ons and Peyton’s unconscious ass.

“Exactly. Not to mention this involves our mate, even though she hasn’t realized the bond forming.” Flicking Peyton’s forehead as Elias carried him over his shoulder, quickly securing him in a wheelchair making it look like he was passed out drunk.

“Speaking of our “temptress” I wonder how she is doing? We did kind of leave suddenly.” Ben rolled his eyes mockingly, speed walking down the terminal towards our private car waiting at the pick-up curb.

“GUYS!!!” Snapping around in shock as Randi jogged towards us with a confused expression as he looked at Peyton’s unconscious ass slouched in the wheelchair.

“Shit!” We whisper shouted in link as he stopped with a soft grumble fixing his silky blue tie that flipped over his shoulder.

“What are you doing here? And why isn’t E responding to my texts?” Flinching at the mentioning of her nickname, looking over at my brothers as they silently raged war with themselves.

Randi’s bright smile faltered as he dialed someone, examining Peyton with a hiss as he snapped upright with a glistening twinkle in his greenish red orbs.

“Rex. I can’t make it this flight. A Family Emergency has appeared and it’s serious…Yes, I know we had plans…I’m sorry Sexy. I’ll make it up to you on our next adventure…You too, Sexy Rex.” Randi slipped his phone into his back pocket, following closely behind as we continued to our original destination.

“Can’t get anything past him.” Laughing in our link as we exited through the side lobby of baggage claims.

“So, who do we have the pleasure with today?” Randi laughed darkly, flicking Peyton’s greasy dark locks as the white Lincoln Navigator sat beautifully against the blinding Texas sunrays.

Tossing our bags into the hatch compartment along with our guest as we quickly loaded into the sharp black and white leather seats, smelling that distinct new car crispness.

Roger programing the GPS as Ben pulled out into the bustling Texas traffic, glancing over my shoulder as Peyton bounced and swayed with the drops in the highway concrete.

“Randi, meet Peyton Delois. Bain Delois’ elder brother and scumbag of the year.” Elias looked back at Randi as he leaned over the seat, punching his face with a sinister hissing growl.

“We haven’t even told you anything, yet.” Ben looked back at Randi through the rearview mirror with his goofy “deadpanned” expression, laughing with a sharp click of his tongue.

“No need. By the looks of it, Chris and this Fucking Twat had a decent fist-to-fist.” Randi unbuttoned his white dress shirt, slipping it off leaving his white tank and slacks as he leaned back against the side with his arm draped along the headrest.

“Actually, there’s more. Elicia was at her early morning workout when we felt a strange panic come over us. Luckily, we were already close by, picking up some coffee to bring over to her before her classes started.” Dropping my head back as Randi snarled with a strange hissing click, reaching over the seat to smack Peyton with a backhand.

“FUCKING TWAT!” His hand cracked loudly against the tight leather lining.