A good month had gone by, Lena visited her grandparents on the weekends with Havu and sometimes Striker or one of the boys. Keeping tabs on Tommy, she actually took Kygo once because Striker and the boys were hunting. Kygo and Tommy got along famously.
But as things go, you can't have happiness all the time. Hardship and bullshit come and slap you in the face just as you start to feel normal. As such hardship came in the form of Kacey trying to get into the house. Astrila and Bombproof chased her off with some serious freezer burn. But that wasn't all, Striker kept getting calls from some bimbo who wanted her husband dead. He tried to explain and always got cut off.
Well now Lena was about sick of her husband listening to this dumb bitch. So when he left next she called Kygo and Belle to babysit. Loaded herself up on weapons, gave them instructions and headed out after him on a horse she borrowed from her grandparents. A swift running young stallion who was willing to learn and take any command given. He was jet black and bore deep blue flames.
Lena was done with some other women telling her husband what to do, having him leave home... she wanted this bimbo dead. Bitch could have nut up by now and done her husband in herself but nooooo... she wanted it done proper.
She was smart though, dressed in black and camouflage, covered every inch off herself. Even went so far as having her horns painted in the male pattern and her face painted too. She had followed Striker to Pride, he mentioned something about a first meeting in person on the phone. So she waited in the shadows, watching.
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Striker waited in the alley, tail flicking. "Where is she?" He snarled.
Stella appeared and crossed her arms. "What is so important? You are supposed to be killing my filthy cheating husband."
"Ah'm done, Ah can't do it anymore. Ah have a family to think about now." Striker shook his head.
"I don't care about you and your sister having freaky children, I paid you to do a job!" She screeched.
Striker bared his teeth. "She ain't my sister, she's the best thing to happen to me."
"Whatever..."
"Ah'm not doing yer dirty work anymore! It ain't just me anymore. You want that bastard dead... do it yer damn self." He turned to walk away.
Stella grabbed him.
He growled. Another growl sounded and he turned.
Stella froze, watching the shadows.
A blur of black and green barreled out of the shadows and teeth latched onto the neck of the white bird making her squawk and try to throw whatever it was off.
Striker was freed and he backed up staring.
Lena growled clenching her jaw around that neck and cutting off her air. Eyes a swirl of yellow and red. Tail lashing about behind her as Stella struggled only to fall to the ground. She pulled out her holy pistol, pressed it to the bird's temple and pulled the trigger splattering blood everywhere. Only then did she let go and huff some. "Bitch..." she uttered and panted.
Striker blinked and walked over. "Lena?" He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her.
"I... I just lost it. She grabbed you, tried to order you around and I lost it." She said and wrapped her arms around him.
He nuzzled her and rumbled. "It's okay..." he rubbed her back. "Let's go home."
"What about the body?" She asked.
"We can handle that.." a couple of cannibal sinners from the cannibal district had stopped by smelling the fresh kill.
Lena smiled. "Thanks." Striker and Lena took off back home to Wrath.
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Lena cleaned herself off at home after sending Kygo and Belle home. Tail wagging she relaxed some and walked out of the bathroom.
Striker smiled some and hugged her close. "Ah can't believe ya did that fer me."
She nuzzled into him and smiled. "I love you Striker and I wanted you around." She smiled and pulled him down into a kiss.
He rumbled and held the kiss. Tail wagging behind him, damn he loved this woman. Little firecracker.
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Lust Meets Wrath
RomanceLena, an imp from Lust, meets the Cowboy Cassanova from Wrath, Striker. Unbeknownst to them, this meeting isn't exactly by chance, it's been orchestrated from the beginning.