“Fuck my life.” I muttered, hanging my head, gripping the stair railing hard. If I could crush it with my hand I would have. As it was, I was sure I was making a dent in the wood.
“You broke my nose.”
“You're lucky I didn’t deflate your tits.”
“I’m gonna go on up to bed,” Savage said, rushing past me up the stairs. Gaping at him, I growled. “You’re really going to walk away and leave me to handle this?”
“I really gotta piss, baby.” He said, disappearing upstairs. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the overly painted, plastic barbie doll wannabe and challenged, “Well, I don’t have all night.”
Wouldn’t you know it, the stupid slut charged me. Her fake ass nails extended to slap me across the face. Too bad for her she was in five inch hooker heels because I just stepped to the side and stuck my foot out and the bitch went tumbling down landing face first on the bottom step.
Her loud cries woke up a few of the brothers and when they saw me standing over her, they went back to sleep. Leaning over the dramatic wailing bitch, I smiled. “Oh look. Now you have missing teeth to go with that broken nose.”
“I’m gonna kill you!” she shrieked, well more like lisped shrieked. Was that a thing? Because that’s what it sounded like to me.
Stepping over her, I laughed as I headed upstairs. I wasn’t worried about Darla. She was harmless. Just a cut slut with an axe to grind. What worried me was if Savage was using all the hot water. If he was, God help him, because he was going to meet Jesus’ tonight.