A Killer's Instinct

II. Displeased

No one's POV.

If someone personally close to Staysha were to describe Staysha's personality, they'd say she was like a shot of whiskey in a porcelain teacup. She was so classy, innocent and independent on the outside but, on the inside she was so wild and knew how to get down and dirty.

Staysha reckoned this was a one-time thing and Justin presumed she knew that as well so he didn't say much when he watched her getting dressed. This wasn't the first time she has done something like this and at the same time he was just another guy who she wanted to have fun with for the night.

"I'll walk you down," Justin averred, as he got out of bed and put a shirt and some shorts on. She nodded not saying anything more as she grabbed her bag slipping it around her shoulder and she walked out the door that he was sympathetically holding open for her.

"Thank you," She courteously spoken. He opened the driver's door for her as well. "Thanks for the night." She added.

"No problem," He winked as he shut the door.

This whole time the men that were big and in fitted suits that Staysha had observed at the funeral, were taking representations of her and Justin together, scheming their next retaliation.

Staysha had made her way to her apartment safely, oblivious to the fact that she had been charted by The Vipers the whole time. She unlocked the door as they parked across the street, watching as she entered her home before driving off.

Leonardo Castillo, leader of The Viper's, had ordered Eli and Xander in on the job to watch and stalk Justin after the funeral. To them it was a great plan because they knew he had to be there, and it was a good way to start keeping an eye out for him for their next retaliation.

"She does not live with him. We'll give you supplementary notification if there are any more happenstances with him." Eli had articulated into the phone. They had tracked her address on their GPS, writing it down on a piece of sachet paper before driving off.

Staysha began to settle into her apartment feeling hungrier than ever. She had blasted music from her iHome that had her phone plugged in and began pirouetting about the kitchen as she had equipped herself a sandwich; taking out the meat, lettuce, cheese, mayo and bread. Her phone had begun to pulsate and she had turned down her music before pressing Answer.

"Hello?" She resentfully spoken into the receiver after looking at the caller ID.

"I've been trying to get ahold of you all night, where the hell have you been? I stopped by your place and your car wasn't there. Care to fucking explain Staysha?"

"Miller, first of all. You are not my boyfriend. You do not dictate to know these things about me. We are friends. But, if you keep this neurotic hold on me we will be strangers. I was out and that's all you need to know, my phone was off. But, I am home safely. Now please, stop calling me and stop worrying about me." She said before hanging up.

Not even seconds later he sent a message apologizing but Staysha had disregarded it. She had ignored her phone for a while just listening to the music play as she ate and read a magazine that was sent in her mail.

Meanwhile...

Justin had gotten in the shower and was getting ready to head back to the granary since he was informed that the guys were now there. He had dressed into some black pants, a black t-shirt, and a black sweatshirt with some all black shoes. If anything, black, gold, silver, green and red were his favorite colors. The colors signified clothes, weapons, money, and blood. All of his preferences.

As he was on his way to the warehouse, he looked into the rearview mirror to see hickeys daubed all over his neck. That's new, most undeniably from Staysha. He couldn't help but think that she was pretty good in bed. Well, actually amazing in bed. He's probably had better sex before, but none that he can think of at the moment.