"You're sitting on my dick" he muttered, and Emory's eyes widened a bit.
She became conscious of her sitting position, and she could swear she felt his boner on herself.
She quickly stood from him.
"Young girl!" Uncle Reginald scowled alarmingly.
"Calm down, uncle. He won't die" Conrad muttered.
"Next time, fox. Target my vein" Levi smirked devilishly at her.
She scoffed.
"Coming here was a mistake, you fuçking...
"Watch that mouth" Levi interrupted, sitting up on the ground.
The blood on his neck stained his shirt.
"I hope your pillow becomes wet every night, motherfucker!" She spat ragingly.
"I get that a lot" he muttered with an unhinged calm.
Emory gave him the middle finger before storming out of the house, leaving the men in awe.
"What was that" Uncle Reginald said, moving close to Levi who's just standing.
"She's Emory Carson...the craziest girl in school" Hynce said.
"And?"
"Someone probably sent thugs to her like she said, but they obviously used Banks name" Conrad said.
"An enemy?" Uncle Reginald frowned.
"We know who it is... Bloody Chadwick. I'm breaking his fucking skull" Levi replied and went upstairs.
"She ruined my dinner and broke numerous chinas" Uncle Reginald said.
"We can always replace the chinas, and you can cook another dinner" Conrad shrugged.
"No! I mean... maybe tomorrow, not tonight" Hynce quickly said, and the man's phone rang, interrupting them.
After a minute of speaking on phone, he picked his car keys from the couch.
"My wife is back, I have to go. Take care of Banks" he announced.
"Oh...sure!" Conrad nodded as Reginald left the house.
"Fuck! I wanna buy Emory a jet for ruining this poisonous dinner" Hynce said.
"Relax" Conrad patted him, and Hynce nodded.
"Chadwick is perfectly overstepping his boundaries" he said.
"He's getting it soon, Banks won't lay low after this, trust me" Conrad said with a crazy smile.
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LEVI'S ROOM*
Levi is shirtless, and his madly ripped upper body is on display, his abs and pacs flexing as he cleaned up the neck and arm wounds in front of the mirror.
He remembered Emory's challenge earlier, and a cruel smile climbed his seductive lips.
To others, it's an attack, but to him, it's a challenge.
Catch me if you can, and he's all ready to do the chase.
To think he has been pretending not to see her since three years ago, and now she presented herself for sport.
Such a good little girl.
He finished cleaning the wound and slapped a small plaster on it to control the bleeding for now.
He's gonna get rid of it after it stops, he hates any barrier on his skin.
Unlike his friends, no single tattoo on his visible body, but he has a hidden one, known to only him.
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