DAMON

My head’s spinning with rage, fucking burning, blood pounding like it’s going to rip my veins apart as I storm to the car, hands still red from those dead bastards in the warehouse. Ronald’s going to bleed, him and his Wells fuckers, thinking they can screw me, steal my world. Andro better have every damn piece of info, or I’ll smash his fucking face in. I don’t wanna kill tonight, not after Cupcake’s tears, her soft giggles, her moaning my name, but if Ronald’s men show, ...