“If you fuck my sister, I will fuck you up so hard you won’t know where your mouth ends and your asshole starts,” Silas says to me. I turn and face him. And stare. And stare. And stare some more. I don’t blink. I don’t break eye contact. And I don’t say a single fucking word. Whiny-ass baby has good stare stamina. I’ll give him that. He’s not blinking either. I crack one knuckle. Then a second. Then a third. All without breaking eye contact. Kinda nice that the onions already lubed my eyeballs. Makes this easier.
