A ticklish warmth spread across Amarya's lips. Damien's open mouth stunk of cigarettes and tobacco, and Amarya's nose crinkled when she tasted the familiar scent on her tongue.
Although she had a history of smoking, she'd prefer her romantic partner not to shove the taste of cigarettes down her throat all the time.
Amarya was tempted to bite down on his lower lip. The image of seeing his scarlet blood ooze from her teeth marks made her shiver in excitement.
Joan was the first one to make a move. Almost immediately, she rushed forth, driven by the maddening disgust she harbored for the boy she had yet to know the name of. She wrapped her hand around his well-defined wrist and yanked. Hard.
Damien's body jerked backward, and his hand was ripped from Amarya's shoulder, and the pair stumbled apart. But the crazed glint in Damien's green eyes had yet to fade, while Amarya wiped her mouth with disgust.
Amarya scrubbed her lips harshly with her shirt's coarse sleeve, rubbing off the layer of dead skin that had come into contact with Damien's lips.
"What the fuck?!" Damien cursed angrily. When his eyes landed on Joan, who still had her hand wrapped around his wrist, his eyes widened, and he stared at her blankly, unblinking, like a fish. "You- Black Lion."
As of now, he'd yet to know the real name of the mysterious girl behind the downfall of Mad Dog.
"What do you think you're doing?" Joan asked. Her eyes furrowed together, and a dangerous glint flashed in her brown eyes.
Damien faltered, momentarily shocked by Joan's threatening eyes.
"W-Why do you care?" He didn't want to set down his pride, especially in front of Amarya. He attempted to wrench his wrist free from Joan's firm grip, but she wouldn't budge.
"PK," Joan muttered.
PK's familiar mouse-like form materialized. "Yes?"
"What's all the legal jargon?"
"For kissing without consent? Let's see… kissing without consent is legally classified as sexual assault…"
Joan began to repeat PK's words as it spoke. "Kissing without consent is legally classified as sexual assault."
"If pursued, he can expect a fine of at least 1000 dollars, which isn't something someone in the slums would have laying around."
"If pursued, you can expect a fine of at least 1000 dollars, which isn't something someone in the slums would have laying around," Joan repeated.
Damien paled. "Fuck off!" he growled, attempting to free himself from her grip once more, but it was to no avail. His wrist remained firmly ensnared in Joan's claws.
From the sidelines, Amarya gratefully gazed at Joan. The tasted of cigarettes still lingered in her mouth, but she was grateful the bastard wasn't pressed against her anymore. Damien's handsome looks were wasted on his horrible personality.
"Did you not hear her? She said she didn't know you," Joan stoically said.
"And you believe her?" Damien clasped his free hand over his mouth to stifle the laughs escaping his mouth. "You're all being fooled. She's nothing but a crazy bitch."
"Since she's such a crazy bitch, I'd advise you to keep your distance." Joan leaned in to whisper, "Who knows what a crazy bitch can do?"
Red flashed in her eyes, and Damien felt the weight of the world crash down upon his shoulders. The blood in his face drained to his feet, and he suddenly felt at a loss for words.
"I-Is that a threat?" Damien nervously laughed.
Joan released his wrist and took a step back. "Who knows? That's up to you to decide."
"Let's go," Joan beckoned to Amarya. "There are other arcades in the area."
She strode past Damien, her hair billowing in his face. Damien couldn't do anything besides uselessly watch her from afar. In comparison to her, he felt utterly powerless.
He lowered his head in shame, ashamed that the same girl had managed to get the best of him two times. Besides Amarya, no woman had such a strong grip over Damien.
As Amarya passed by Damien, she purposefully slammed her shoulder into Damien, sending him stumbling back. "Stay in your place," she growled under her breath as she passed by.
For a brief second, Amarya's expression was so hostile, Damien nearly shivered. But he loved the look on her face.
Because she was looking at him.
He grinned at her, a feral hunger plaguing his eyes.
In the next second, the hostility in Amarya's eyes vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She'd returned to her demure and innocent persona.
Damien chuckled. "It won't be that easy to get rid of me," he whispered back. Damien always got what he wanted. And he refused to make Amarya an exception to that.
Amarya averted her eyes and trailed after Joan like a loyal dog.
As Viktor passed by, he sent Damien a disgusted look. Damien met his gaze with a hostile one. Mixed in with Damien's green eyes was a bloody red that forced Viktor to look away and rush away meekly.
Although the Grimm Bros had been involved with the White Snakes, they'd never seen the other gang leaders. And there was no reason for them to have had to.
Damien chuckled as he watched the group leave the arcade. "So that's the girl you left me for, huh?"
From the corner of the room, a girl recorded the commotion in amusement. Her hair was dyed bright pink, but her brown roots gave away her natural hair color. Piercings dotted her face, and rings protruded from her lower lip and nostril.
A thick black lined her eyes, accentuating her striking, luminescent blue eyes.
"Julian is going to love this," she giggled to herself. Her eyes curved upwards into soft crescents. Although her appearance wasn't far from hostile, she still charmed numerous boys. But she attracted different boys than Amarya, who's innocent appearance tended to reel in class presidents and the like.
Unlike Amarya, she tended to attract the mischievous ones. But in the end, it did her well. Because she had numerous gang members in the palm of her hand. And her influence extended much farther than just one gang.