The Assassin Mate

Excuse me but I really don't care

Okay so apparently not only do I suck with grammar but I write really short chapters in this book, the other book I'm working on has like one thousand words per chapter ;-;

I reached out my hand and bitch slapped him with all of my might. "Excuse me but who do you think you're dealing with??? This isn't some love story where we run away together (lol, or is it?). I don't care if your numbers are low, those are YOUR numbers. Deal with it yourself fleabag." I spat at him angrily.

However I must admit the look on his face was priceless. He looked as if he were a man that had been shot six times then given a wet-willy. Basically, his expression was quite entertaining.

So, feeling victorious I walked away and continued to kill. One dead two dead three dead four, reload your pistol and you kill a couple more. I'm so funny, aren't I funny? "Hysterical" Ruby said sarcastically from beside me. "Stop listening to my thoughts damnit! They're miiiiine." I said sounding like a child having their toy taken.

"If your thoughts are your's then how come your annoying voice is bellowing in my head." She said as she stabbed a mutant in the throat. Know who else's voice is annoying? That deep scary sexy british ANNOYING voice? YOUR'S RUBY. "Is my voice really sexy..?" She said as I could literally hear her smirk.

"SHUSHHHHH" I yelled as I shot another mutant with my new dagger. The mutt came back over to me, only covered in dark red splatters. "Okay Lady, We need to leave. My pack can't handle this." He said as he panted heavily. Each time he panted his ripped shirt expanded and showed off his toned and muscular- "Natasha what in the actual hell-" Ruby started laughing. OH MY GOD SHE DID NOT.

"Okay mutt, if your pack can't handle this, that as well IS NOT MY PROBLEM. Obviously if a bunch of dogs can't handle a little bit of murder, well then you might as well just draw on some whiskers because YOU GUYS ARE A BUNCH OF PUSSIES. Not to mention, I don't understand what you're saying anymore because you must be speaking French, We? We we? The hell?" I said to the man as he let out a low growl. "Well Natasha," he looked to Ruby and nodded in thanks. God damnit Ruby you just had to say my name. "I guess I'll just have to explain things to you when we get back to the pack house because this is no place to explain" he said eye balling me for a reaction.

"THERE YOU GO SPEAKING THAT FRENCH AGAIN. WE. NOT WE, YOU. I DON'T CARE FLEABAG." I yelled in anger as I casually ripped the heart out of one of the mutants.

"I have a name you know." He sighed angrily as he started to lose patience. "Did I ask for that name? NO. THE ANSWER IS NO." I spat as I tried to hold off one of the biggest mutants I've ever seen. "It's Mathew. My name is Mathew." He said as he killed the mutant for me. "Well Mathew... I don't give a damn about you or your stupid pack." I said coldly as I ripped the throat out of another mutant. I looked over to Mathew to see his last nerve snap.

He grabbed me and threw my small figure over his shoulder and he started to walk away, with my friends too busy to notice. I pulled out my dagger from my thigh holster and stabbed him near the shoulder blade. He growled out while I yelped as a searing pain hit my lower shoulder.

I heard him mutter a small chuckle as he started running at full speed through the woods to what I assume was his pack house. Oh joy.