His Little Killer

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"You fucking bastard," I grip the back of Parker's neck and drag him into the alleyway.

"Que chingados, pendejo? You led them straight to us!"  Kade says and grabs me around the waist to pull me away from impaling Parker with my heel over and over and over and over. "We have to go now, they're getting closer."

"They're back there pretty far." Parker said, looking over his shoulder with a grin. "I'm pretty fast, aren't I?"

"Shut the hell up," I say and restrain myself from beating the shit out of him. "Here, take this so we can fix the problem you've created. I snapped and handed him the bag of food. Do not drop it or I will put a bullet between your eyes and between your thighs, got it?" I didn't wait for a reply as Kade and I took off running down the alley with Parker hot on our tails.

Kade gracefully reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone and quick dialed a number. "Where are you?" He asked, not even out of breath. He didn't hear the reply as Parker accidently ran into his back and knocked his phone out of his hands and into the air. "Fuck me," he cursed.

I leapt for the phone and put it to my ear. Like I assumed, it was Dylan. "Where are you?" I asked and grabbed Kade's hand to keep him from strangling Parker.

"Maddox?"

"No, it's fucking Mother Theresa. Yes, it's Maddox! Where the fuck are you?!"

"I'm pulling down an alleyway. I'm tracking Kade's phone. Take the next left, I'm across the street." I end the call and toss the phone back to Kade who catches it with ease and slides it back into his pocket. I lead Kade and unfortunately Parker, too, down the left turn. I see a sleek black car sitting on the side of the road with Dylan hanging out the window with his phone in the air, trying to get service.

He isn't even paying attention as we cross traffic, cars honking at us and people yelling at us to get out of the way. Kade and I slide into the back of the car and before we can get the car door shut, Parker jumps in across us, nearly dropping the food in the process. Dylan doesn't even wait for the car door to shut before he slams on the gas and races down the street.

"Get the fuck off me now! I swear to-," I reach down and unstrap my knife before Parker grabs my wrist to stop me. At his touch, I start to seethe. There wasn't much room in the back of the car to begin with but now that I had Parker pinned to the seat with my hands around his pathetic neck, there wasn't any room at all now. Kade growled at Parker when he gripped onto his sleeve in attempt to free himself from my grasp.

"Who is that?" Dylan asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"I have no fucking clue," Kade responded and climbed passed us to get to the front seat.

"Are you going to stop her?" Dylan asked, looking back at me.

"Look at the road, Dylan! Don't kill us while I kill him." I snapped and pressed harder on his throat. His face had turned purple. Dylan still didn't look convinced but that wasn't really my problem.

"Just let her do what she needs to do." Kade brushed it off and grabbed the food from the backseat. He opened one of the subs and groaned. "I hate turkey."

"Shove it up your ass," I hissed and got closer to Parker so I could watch the life drain from his eyes. "You know, I didn't have a problem with you looking but when you touch-,"

"Or lead the police straight to us," Kade added, munching on one of the donuts.

"-I seem to go a little crazy." I dug my nails into his neck and felt the blood drip down my fingers.

"I thought you.....weren't crazy. You're.......deranged." He choked out causing me to bite back a bitter laugh. "Don't...kill me."

"Why not?"