“Fuck yeah, all bets are off since he’s brought this shit to my house, motherfuckers,” Santos laughs, his eyes darting around between them all as if he needs permission to let loose. Darius glances at Scar Face who grunts, motioning to the door. “Yeah man, it’s your house, go crazy.” Santos lets out a hyena laugh, making pew pew noises as he darts down the hallway, causing Darius to chuckle before following him, glancing over his shoulder to wink at me. “I’ll finish this then get back to finishing you, deal?”
