Oyizamsii

As in the fucking nut jobs that run the city? The goddamn mafia who controls everything? No wonder the police freaked, they're in their pocket. So are the judges and the mayor.

Shit, this is serious.

"That's Black." He nods to the blond who's licking the flames from a lighter. "Jake." He gestures to the one who looks like him. "And Alejandro."

"Well, nice to fucking meet you. Want to tell me why you had goons come here and attack me last night?" I snarl. When I get scared, I get defensive, sue me.

His eyebrow arches as he leans forward, his hands dangling between his parted legs. Fuck, why is that hot? "As they explained it to me, you attacked them first."

I think back. Shit, maybe he's right. "They tried to grab me."

"They did." He nods. "But for engaging you in a brawl, they have been dealt with. That was not their orders. I understand one of them hit you?"

I reach up to my still sore lip but drop my hand—it's too late, he noticed. His eyes narrow. "That's not on, they're awaiting judgement for that."

"What does that even mean?" I yell.

"It means, pretty bird, they're going to die." The blond laughs, the sound a bit crazy.

"Why do you want me?" I question, holding my breath.

"Your father owed us a debt," Sylvester starts, and I swear he arches an eyebrow again. "Yes, I understand your relationship is…rocky?"

"Robbin? I'd kill the bastard if I could. Fine." I slip from the chair. "How much does he owe you? I'll pay it if I can."

The blond, Black, slides in front of me, his blue eyes locked on me as he licks his lips. "No, we made a deal with your daddy, pretty bird. Tell me, love, are you a screamer? Me and your dad have a little bet," he queries.

I react without thinking, yanking back my fist and punching him in the face.

Shaking it off, I watch him lurch backwards. His hand comes up and prods his mouth and nose as blood gushes from the wound. He starts to laugh, making me jolt back myself. Lifting his head, he grins, his teeth covered in blood. "That was hot, want to do it again?"

My eyes widen, but Sylvester voice comes from behind him. "Enough, Black."

Black sighs but winks as he backs away, only then do I notice the bulge in the front of his jeans…is he erect? Holy fuck. I jerk my eyes up, but it's too late, he noticed and is laughing again.

The crazy fucking bastard.

"What kind of deal?" I snap, growing tired of this game as a sick feeling rises in my stomach. They don't want my money, they made a deal…

"For you." Sylvester shrugs.

Oh, for me he says, casual as you fucking may.

"He. Sold. Me. To. You?" I snarl.

"She's hot when she's angry," Black whispers to the big guy, Alejandro, who rolls his eyes.

"Yes, he did. To cover his debt, and we always collect, Oyizamsii. Now, would you like to pack a bag, or shall we do it for you?" Sylvester asks calmly.

Like I'll just agree to go with them. Fuck that. They might be the Cobras, the scariest fucking assholes in the city, but that doesn't mean I'll go willingly. Leaping over the bar, I grab my bat. "Get the fuck out! I ain't going anywhere with you crazy bastards. You want his debt? Take it from him, I don't care."

"I can't do that, love, a deal is a deal. You're ours." Sylvester shrugs as he stands.

"Can I?" Black grins, stepping forward, but Sylvester puts out his hand to block him.

"Go with Alejandro and pack her bag," he orders, and Black deflates for a moment before wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"I'm going to jerk off into your panties. See you later, pretty bird."

The big guy steps forward and claps him on the shoulder. "Upstairs, they said."

Wait…they know where I live?

I step into their path, and the big guy stares down at me, his face hard. "Move, little one."

"Fucking make me," I snarl, and swing my bat at him.

He catches it mid-air like a fly and rips it from my hand before frowning at me. "That wasn't nice."

"Oh, well ex-fucking-scuse me," I taunt, then I dart my knee forward. He's too busy to notice, and it connects with his dick.

He grabs his cock with a wheeze, his face turning red as he falls to his knees. I lift my fist, but the blond catches it mid-flight, tutting at me. "Sorry, pretty bird, we can play later," he purrs, and then I see his fist coming towards me.

I don't have time to duck. It smashes right into my face, and I'm out cold.