2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Caspian

I’m gonna cut off his dick and feed it to him. It’s only fitting since that’s probably why he’s talking to her. His eyes will be next. Gonna pop them right out of his colossal head. Maybe play hacky sack with them. I only need to cut out one eye to do that, so he can watch me play.

“She’s smiling at him. Why is she smiling at him? That guy can’t be funny. Look at him.”

Lorne slaps my back as he laughs. “Thought she was just another pussy.”

“She is. Our pussy, and I don’t like people touching my toys. Especially new ones.”

“Jesus, Cas, stop.”

I turn to look at Lorne, but my vision is blurry. “We’re gonna kill him, right?”

Lorne pulls a white cloth from his pocket and dabs it on my face.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“You broke the glass with your head, Cas. You’re bleeding.”

I turn to the window. Shards of glass are now on the pane and the floor around my feet. I didn’t even realize I’d done it. I tend to zone out when I get angry. The only signs of what happens when I do are apparent on my flesh. But usually, it’s someone else’s blood.

“What the fuck was that, man?”

Ignoring Lorne, I stare out the broken window at her. I want to beat the grass she’s sitting on because it’s touching her ass. Then I see it; his hand on her leg. Fucker thinks he can do that without losing a limb. “He. Is. Touching. Her.”

I take the stairs two at a time, almost flying until I get to the door. Pushing it open, I stomp to where she’s sitting in the yard. “Get the fuck away from her, and I’ll make it hurt less when I kill you.”

“Who the fuck are you?” the punk demands.

His stupid face has a shit-eating grin. Before I can say anything, Snow places her hand on his and turns to look at me. I make a mental note to break the hand she’s touching first.

She beams at me, and I swear it’s like being bathed in the warmth of the damn sun. “Hello.”

“Hi. Tell him to get lost.”

“Why would I do that? I’m having a conversation with Peter, who’s a perfectly nice guy. You, on the other hand, should go to the hospital to tend to your wounds. You have a gash on your face, and blood is staining that glorious Good Vibrations shirt.”

I love her. She knows who the Beach Boys are. I’m torn between bending her over and fucking her until she calls me Daddy or killing the piece of shit who’s still touching my girl.

I’ll make Peter cry like a little bitch before I put him out of his misery. I don’t like that she’s being nice to him. She shouldn’t be nice to anyone other than Lorne and me. She looks so pretty as she tries to hide her anger, but I can see her teeth grinding as she holds a fake smile. It’s not her usual smile. This one is tight. Her dark eyes widen as I loom over her.

“Get up. We’re leaving.”

Her expression quickly moves from anger to shock. I’m not sure if Sunshine can be angry, but her pretty eyes narrow at me, and her full lips form a straight line. Something weird tugs inside me, something foreign and confusing. I don’t like how she makes me feel. It’s probably because I haven’t fucked her. If I fuck her, she’ll be out of my system, and life can return to normal.

But she likes the Beach Boys.

“You don’t want me to force you to get up, Sunshine. I’m not known for being gentle.”

“Cas, I’ve never spoken to you a day in my entire life. Usually, when someone wants to talk to me, they say hello like Peter over here and engage in an actual conversation. This caveman nutjob thing you have going on won’t work.”

Her breath hitches as my hands wrap around her biceps and hoist her into my arms.

The little preppy weasel jumps to his feet and steps toward me. I bark a laugh. “It’s cute that you’re pretending to be a man when you’re so scared you want to piss your pants.”

“Get your hands off her,” he demands, his body shaking.

“Who’s going to make me? You?”

Pain shoots up my arm. I look down to see her teeth digging into my flesh like a piece of steak.

I ignore her love bite and stare the preppy fucker down. His eyes move from her mouth on my arm to my face, and his hands leave streaks along his Khaki pants. Buddy is sweating, but he’s still willing to try to protect her. I like that about him. He’s not a total douche. Maybe his death will be quick.

“Let her go.”

“Aw, look at him, Sunshine. He doesn’t realize he’s a Teacup Poodle going up against a Pitbull.”