Hannibal was in the living room with his girlfriend when I walked in. He sneered at me as he put a foot out, making me fall down.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. I stood back up, dusting myself off.
"Whatever the fuck I want!" I replied defiantly. He stood up as well, looming over me, eyes filled with malice.
"You've been cockier ever since you started that Satanist bullshit. You better watch your back Murdoc, cause someone like me might now find that attitude very respectful. Won't be so cocky then will you?" he smirked, pushing past me to get to the kitchen.
Hannibal's girlfriend, Marietta stood when he left the room and rushed to my side. "Are you okay?" she asked, eyes filled with concern. I nodded, eyeing her warily.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, taking a step back. She noticed this and raised an eyebrow.
"Why're you..?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to you." Was all I provided before heading to my room and closing the door. Hannibal would've killed me if he'd seen me talking to his girlfriend. She was off limits, and I wouldn't provoke him unless I had a death wish. I traced a faint scar on the back of my hand, a reminder of the last time I had messed with him.
I smashed my face into Paula's in a sort of hasty kiss as we clumsily made our way into the bathroom. I picked the middle stall and threw her in there, she smiled and wrapped her legs around her waist and we proceeded to make love.
Apparently we cause a ruckus because all of a sudden, quick movement was heard and I was on the ground.
"What the fuck is wrong wit' you man!" Russ yelled. He picked me up and punched me in the nose.
"Oh, bloody 'ell…" I moaned, feeling blood gush. "What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at him, he didn't pay attention but turned to Paula.
"Get out." He said menacingly to her, she scurried out of the bathroom, Russel turned to me and cracked his knuckles. "'aight, Mr. Niccals, you an' me gonna have a lil' talk."