Notorious

8

I killed people left, right and center. It was my job. The sight of blood and shredded flesh shouldn't bother me, right. Yet, as I stood in the bathroom bandaging Nikki's back up; I wasn't sure if I could stomach it without hurling.

"Why do you do that?" She asked me, looking back.

"Do what?"

"You're a hitman, yet you can't handle seeing my scars."

I shrugged, trying to think of a reasonable explanation she would believe that wouldn't involve me confessing my undying love for her. "Because I know you, that's why. It shouldn't have been like this you know."

And of course, in this house you couldn't have privacy for longer than 10 minutes because the door opened slightly and I stuck my foot out to block whoever was trying to come in.

"Guys," It was Seth. "Guys, I really need to piss and I've been holding it for about an hour..."

I rolled his eyes and Nikki laughed once before walking out into the hallway. Seth stood in the doorway, dumbfounded at the sight of her naked in a towel and me behind her.

"It's not what it looks like." She snapped at Seth before he ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Holy shit..." I heard someone say from the living room and turned to see Mark, Kristen and Scar sitting on the couches, passing around a joint.

"It's not what it looks like." Nikki tried to explain.

I could honestly care less about what any rumors were spread or what anyone said about us. For some reason it bothered her.

"I was just helping her clean her cuts because Michelle had to go jump the bitches that got her," I cut in.

Scar just focused intently on staring at the wall, avoiding any kind of conflict or drama.

"I bet you did." Mark scoffed and that's when I snapped, my psychotic temper coming out.

"If you had given a fuck about her and went to check on her, this wouldn't have even fucking happened." I could feel a fight coming on if Mark wasn't smart enough to shut his mouth, "I already beat the shit out of you. Want me to finish what the fuck I started? 'Cause I can put you out of your fucking misery right here, right now. You want to be put six feet under? I can do that for you."

Kristen's eyes widened and I kept cursing myself that she was always around to see me like this.

Thankfully that was enough to shut Mark up as he glanced away, crossing his arms over his body. Mark was a good fighter don't get me wrong. That's why Tyler valued him, but he didn't stand a chance if I flew into one of my blind rages.

"Should we get some drinks going on or something before everyone comes over?" Scar asked, trying to lighten the mood as Tyler came in the front door, eyeing us.

"Hey! Curtis and- What the fuck is going on?" He asked, frowning with confusion and disgust when he caught sight of Nikki naked in a towel, me with my shirt off, hair dripping wet and probably a murderous expression on my face and Mark, who had his arms crossed, nose still swollen and slightly bloodied. "I don't want to know," He pointed to us, "And I quite frankly don't care. More importantly, Curtis called me again, said him and a few of his Bloods are comin' down here later tonight. We're gonna have a meeting."

"Meeting about what?" Nikki asked, and he turned to look at her.

"First of all, go put some clothes on. You're like my sister, I don't wanna see that." He pointed to the hallway and judging by the look on his face, he wasn't in the mood to argue.