Rich muttered darkly about show offs and egoists as he returned to his beloved gun. He ignored all attempts by the waiters to offer him ice cream. [i]Can’t the idiots see he was busy?[/i] Irritated the man gave the latest waiter the finger before returning once more to the task at hand. He forced two similar pieces together, but they slid across one another. He hissed loudly as the sharp edge slit his finger. He cursed under his breath as he examined the cut before bringing his finger to his mouth to suck off the blood. He forced himself to swallow his own blood despite the horrid coppery twang overwhelming his tongue.

“Dickwad! That almost took off a precious digit.”

Sela rolled her eyes as she motioned for the waiter to bring her another bowl of scotch almond gelato. She knew her husband all too well. He refused to even look at Seira because he wanted to be macho. Stupid man won’t even acknowledge that he doesn’t even know how to reassemble the gun from those drips and drabs. Did he really think he can outdo a weapon alteration specialist?

“Stop being a stubborn old man. Ask her to fix.”

Rich mimicked gagging as he stared at his wife. Luckily for her she has a hot butt, or he would have … have done nothing. Damn that sexy lady. Her stupidity can be such a turn off at times. That prissy brat would not understand Puppy like he does. Hell what would she even know about wielding a gun. She looked barely eighteen for Christ’s sake. The girl was nothing more than a bitchy homecoming queen in his eyes.

“No fucking way! The bitch did this in the first place.”

He looked when a shadow fell over head. His eyes met Seira’s black ones. She gave him a sickly saccharine smile as she placed her hands on his shoulders. The half Jamaican brushed the female Asylum’s hands off away and piled on the pieces together before sitting on them. [i]Why wouldn’t these crazy Asylum bitches (his wife included) leave him alone?[/i] He crossed his arms and glared. His facial expression fixed like a mask despite the discomfort he felt. Some of those pieces were rather pointy. Awkwardly his eyes trailed down Seira’s legs. Damn, she had really nice legs even though she was rather on the short side.

“Oh no you don’t! You did enough damage for one day,” he snarled. 

He shifted uncomfortable as the girl closer. Soon he found himself sitting on the floor as he had involuntarily jerked up when one of the so called sharp pieces pricked through the seat of his pants. She pinned him against the way. They were so close that he could almost smell her perfume. The artificial candy scent made him wrinkle his nose. That smell was anything, but sexy. He tried to scowl in defiance as the woman kissed his jaw bone teasingly before she left a trail of kisses. What the fuck! Now she is kissing his cheek too. Sel is so gonna murder them both. His eyes widened a little as she began twirling one of his cornrows round her finger. He continued shifting uncomfortably as he felt his body temperature rise. A soft click made him jerk his head to the side. Seira laughed as she held Puppy teasingly in front of him.

“That wasn’t so hard now… was it?”

“God damn it!” Rich growled in frustration as he pushed pass the Asian vixen.

Tricking a man like that was not cool. Rage and embarrassment roiled inside. Rich stormed over to his wife and grabbed her hand. He felt her try to tug her hand loose. It was a half-hearted protest. She began following him round the corner. The dirty glare she gave the little slut made him smirk. His woman had his back. No doubt about that. He wanted to kiss her right then and there, too bad she was a little too stiff to be a proper exhibitionist.

“I want to kill that little … umph… umph….”

Rich crushed his lips against Sela’s paler ones to silence her. What he needed now was a little romp among the sheets and not some lady’s bitching. He could feel her literally relaxing in his arms. He rubbed his nose against hers.

“I still think the other women are ugly.”

MIX laughed. “If you say so Sel! I, on the other hand, think that red headed punk had a nice cleavage.”

With that Mr. Prentice kissed his missus again before she could start arguing with him. Nothing was hotter than dragging an angry wife to bed. He closed his eyes as he attempted to teleport them to the nearest bedroom. The half British smiled as he pushed his wife down onto the bed. A nice, long apology was in order. 

“Sel, only you drive me up the wall. All the fucking time.”

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Sela brushed her off the dust from her dress. She fished out her compact and began studying herself in the cracked mirror. A slight brush of the hair and reapplying some lipstick made everything perfect once more. LIV ignored the boy’s rambling. There was no way she was going to try and talk over the kid, because that means she would be practically shouting. Sela concentrated. She waited for a moment before concentrating again. This time she was practically staring in Rich’s direction. She raised a thin, well-shaped eyebrow. Nope the problem wasn’t from her end. It didn’t appear to be coming from his side either. He wouldn’t dare block her like that.

“Kid, you need a psychiatrist.” Rich muttered.

“Just a psychiatrist? I suggest we book the undertaker as well.”

“Tsk. Still testy tonight?”

Sela rolled her eyes. “Alchemy is a no go. This will be a chore.”

“What about the kid?”

Rich backed away as his wife approached him. His instinct told him that he won’t like what she was about to do. Nothing good ever happens when she smiles like that. NOTHING. Not even when he proposed. He felt his back come against the rough stone wall, and he promptly slid down. Sela grabbed hold of his coat lapel and pulled it towards her. What!

“STOP!” He yelled desperately.

Too late. Rich felt Puppy leaving its holster. He crossed his arms as he watched that traitorous wife of his sashay her way towards the teen. Bitch! Stealing his best weapon and giving it to that whelp. He could have sworn this was her way of one upping him in retaliation. He sighed as he heard the teen exclaim happily. He prayed the boy shoots himself in the face. He didn’t even move as a bullet buried itself in the wall inches from where his ear was.

“WHAT THE FUCK! Kid gimme back the gun.”

“Rich, shut it. He has good aim.”

“Good aim my arse. He almost put a bullet through my head.”

“Actually I was aiming for that spider beside you.” 

Rich looked to the side and saw the remains of the poor insect. He covered his face with his hand and sighed once more. When this is over, he shall personally march that hare brained kid to the nearest psychiatric office and lock him there.

“So I see,” he replied sarcastically.