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Shouldering my way past the remnants, I made my way home. Standing in front of my door, I reached in my hair for a pin, only to realize, I hadn’t worn my hair up the entire time we were gone. Slamming my head against the door, I slowed my breathing, trying to calm myself.

“Fitri!” Gunner’s voice came from behind me.

When his hand touched my shoulder, I turned around and buried my face into his chest, frustrated over everything that had happened to us.

“Hey, it’s alright. Shhh.” He rubbed my back and led me to his house, gently placing me on his couch.

“Wash up. Then rest. I’ll be back to check on you.”

“What about you?” He wasn’t looking too good during the surgery, swigging whiskey every twenty minutes.

He smiled softly before standing up and kissing me on the forehead. “I like that you worry about me, but I’m alright.”

I watched as he left the house without looking back or saying another word. I was too tired to even try to decipher that. Standing up from the couch, I walked to his kitchen and turned the sink on. It sputtered before finally giving me a steady flow.

My hands were still coated in Eliseo’s blood. My heart pounded as I brought it to the front of my lips, slowly turning it around.

Still drunk on the scent of him, I stuck my blood coated finger into my mouth and savored his taste. My pussy throbbed, missing his cock, and I choked back a cry at how messed up this was. Quickly washing my hands, I scrubbed and scrubbed until the welts on my skin begin to bleed, going down the drain with everything else.

Wiping them on my pants to dry, I sat back down on the couch, kicking off my boots and pants, falling to the side on the cushions. I buried my hands under my head, letting the exhaustion of the day take me over.

Chapter 13

Eliseo

“Here, let me help you.”

“Fuck this! I don’t need your fucking help. I got it!” I yelled, right before I fell on my ass out of my bed.

“You’re such a cranky asshole!”

Silirushed to me and helped me back onto the edge of the bed. I flopped backward and ran a hand down my face, then covered it with my arms. This was exactly why I didn’t want her to do this shit. Why did she have to go and get crazy Otis? He had been dying to cause me misery from the moment I met him.

That was why he sent us out on that stupid mission, I just knew it. He wanted us all to die and never come back. It was a win-win for him because we did come back…with the shit he wanted.

“What am I here for? I’m here for you, you cranky bastard,”Silisighed.

Siliclimbed on top of me and pushed my arms away, rubbing her cute little nose against mine. She melted my damn heart, even when I was being an extra asshole these days.

“You’re just a little frustrated. I can help with that, too.”

She slowly kissed me, and my anger dissipated, transforming into something else. She had been hungrier lately, and sometimes I questioned why. She always had a way of never letting me question long, though.

Her hand ran down my chest and into the waist of my pants, stroking my cock to life.

I groaned and flipped her over, losing balance a bit since I couldn’t seem to remember that I only had one knee now.

She chuckled and pushed my pants down, letting my dick spring forth and slap her inner thigh. I grinded against her, groaning at how wet she was. She never did pick up panties again after our trip, and I was glad for it.

Well, not when we were around the other guys. The hunger in their eyes pissed me right the fuck off, but then I remembered I was just an old bastard with one leg now, and shechoseto be withme.

Damn this line of thinking.I only have one fucking leg. It was making my dick go soft until she dug her claws into my shoulders, pulled me in, and bit me on the neck. I groaned as the blood rushed through my body into her hungry mouth and between my legs, hardening me more than I could handle.

She confessed to me after the guys dropped me off back home that the smell of my blood got her drunk with need and lust. She was changing again, but it didn’t stop me from protecting her and giving her what she needed.

No one had to know. As long as we kept it to ourselves, everything should go on the way it always did.

“Eliseo, your blood is like a drug to me. It tastes so damn good and makes me so horny,” she moaned against my neck. My dick strained to get inside of her, wetting her inner thigh with precum from excitement.