“Do we tie her down?” Darius asks, and I raise both eyebrows at Zander. I turn around quickly and fling my knife, watching as it sails toward Darius’ head. It nicks his cheek before continuing past and slamming into the plastered wall. “I fucking dare you to try, bitch,” I snarl. Darius touches his cheek and looks at the blood on his hand with shock. “I think I just came,” Santos groans and drops down onto the couch.
