Game of Survival [S. S. Book Two]

Fifteen

"Oh, I should've got a haircut," Sheriff muttered as he looked in a small mirror. I'd lost track of how long we'd been sitting here watching him stress about something. Although, I supposed it was understandable. When one was to go on a date after a long while, nervousness was to be expected.

Stiles moved closer to his dad. "Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut." He shrugged, earning a look from his dad.

I frowned at Stiles' rudeness. "Be nice to your dad. I think you look incredibly handsome."

Scott nodded and smiled. "I think you look great."

Sheriff Stilinski nodded in appreciation at us. "Well, thank you son and daughter I should have had. Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea." Sheriff tugged at this tie and loosened it.

Stiles fixed his dad's tie. "What, Dad... Dad, it's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man."

"It's a woman, Stiles."

Stiles gave his father his stereotypical goofy grin. "Okay."

"A very beautiful woman," the sheriff added.

"And who would that be?" I asked with a smile.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, who is she?"

Sheriff Stilinski gave us a small smirk. "None of your business. Either one of you."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "I want to know."

"Stilinski!" We turned to see Donovan being escorted out in handcuffs. "Stilinski!" The sheriff's face contorted to one of seriousness.

We exited the office to find Donovan standing in the middle of the hallway. "I'm gonna kill you."

The sheriff was completely unfazed. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

The deputies moved towards Donovan and he kept his eyes on the sheriff. "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife, and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now." His lawyer was shaking his head, but Donovan continued talking. "Because this is why."

The silence was deafening and then a familiar, sarcastic voice decided to speak up. "Wow, that was awesome."

I did a 180 to face my boyfriend and shook my head. "If you know what's good for you, stop it. You're going to make things worse."

Stiles ignored me and continued talking. "That was awesome. That was great." The ice in Donovan's eyes terrifies me. They show that he can kill and that he will if he gets the chance. "We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know?" Donovan remains silent. "Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell. You know, just stuck there, forever."

I instantly covered his mouth and glanced at Donovan. "I'm sorry about him."

Donovan smirked. "One day soon, I will get out. I'll find a way to hurt you, your family, your friends, and your precious little Ally. I would hate to see her precious little figure get damaged. What do you think?"

Stiles gripped my hand tightly and glared daggers at Donovan. "Stay away from her."

He stepped closer to Donovan. "Trust me. You will regret the day you were born, do you understand? You are going to rot in that jail cell and you will never get out."