His face... Seth stirred, feeling his body more exposed than it had been in some time. The air was cool like the metal around his neck. That was new. However the shape his face was in, wasn't. The last thing he remembered was looking out over his new domain--their new domain after having beat Richie into submission.
Two-fer
The culebras had managed to get two Geckos on the throne. Whatever that meant. Seth only had one job--okay, maybe two. Look out for his brother and get their take of scores. So what the fuck was this shit? He curled upward and looked around as his vision became less blurry. "The fuck?" he questioned hoarsely.
"The Fuck!" he cursed again at the clear understanding of being completely naked. A hand immediately tried to cover his crotch before grabbing the sheet next to him. Once his package was out of sight from others around, Seth quickly felt for his neck in search of any possible bite.
His hand found the chain which made him swear yet again. The only thing distracting him from his current predicament was a voice. 'Freddie!' Kate? As cold as his skin had felt from laying on the marble floor, nothing compared to the feeling of seeing someone back from the dead.
Richie had been wrong. Carlos had been wrong. It didn't make sense. Why lie about--The thought didn't get very far in his head at seeing Kate Fuller in all her glory. "Shit!" Seth scrambled forward, mindlessly picking up the forty-four while keeping the sheet covering his front as hand with gun tried wrapping the linen around him as he moved toward the preacher's daughter back from the dead.
Arrival
Two-fer
The culebras had managed to get two Geckos on the throne. Whatever that meant. Seth only had one job--okay, maybe two. Look out for his brother and get their take of scores. So what the fuck was this shit? He curled upward and looked around as his vision became less blurry. "The fuck?" he questioned hoarsely.
"The Fuck!" he cursed again at the clear understanding of being completely naked. A hand immediately tried to cover his crotch before grabbing the sheet next to him. Once his package was out of sight from others around, Seth quickly felt for his neck in search of any possible bite.
His hand found the chain which made him swear yet again. The only thing distracting him from his current predicament was a voice. 'Freddie!' Kate? As cold as his skin had felt from laying on the marble floor, nothing compared to the feeling of seeing someone back from the dead.
Richie had been wrong. Carlos had been wrong. It didn't make sense. Why lie about--The thought didn't get very far in his head at seeing Kate Fuller in all her glory. "Shit!" Seth scrambled forward, mindlessly picking up the forty-four while keeping the sheet covering his front as hand with gun tried wrapping the linen around him as he moved toward the preacher's daughter back from the dead.
"Kate!"