“Son of a crud-muffin’ biscuit eater… this is horse-puckey.” Alysa grumbled, it obvious she was still pissed as hell that Jason was overseeing what she was supposed to be doing. Her fingers ran through her hair as she went to yet another store to kick out the squatters, wondering whether or not this was a pointless endeavor just to keep her busy. She loathed bitch-work and this screamed of bitch-work.
Her knuckles were blood stained and while that made her feel a little better, it wasn’t enough to wash the bad taste out of her mouth. How was she supposed to move up in the ranks if she was treated like a child? Then again, maybe if she stopped screwing up, she wouldn’t have so many issues. That was her number one goal… to stop making stupid mistakes and to stop pissing off Rowan. She could give two shits about Jason or Gabriel. Grunting softly to herself as she squared off with a dealer that wasn’t one of theirs, the Scion ran her tongue against her teeth, tisking a bit.
“Sorry, bud, you’re not wanted around here anymore. This is Scion territory and you have exactly two seconds to get your shitty drugs collected and anything you own before I make you regret traipsing where you’re not welcome.” After the warning, she counted out loud for the two seconds given before her head cocked to the side at the lack of movement from the dealer.
“Okay then.” Without warning, she moved forward towards the male, her body stepping gracefully around the pile of boxes and furniture that was between the two of them. He attempted to swing on her, but Alysa dodged it with ease and brought her own left hand around towards his face, fist clenched tightly in the process. Ramming her fist against his jaw, she sent his head snapping backwards and even as he stumbled backwards thanks to the force behind the punch, she was bringing her other hand around, slamming it into his stomach. His cries for mercy and promises of leaving fell on deaf ears as she swept his legs out from beneath his body, sending his bony body to the ground. Lunging onto him, she narrowed her eyes, pummeling his face with both of her fists, knees pinning his arms to the ground while her butt pressed hard against his chest to keep him still.
“This works.” Alysa muttered, still wailing on the dealer, deciding to take her frustration out on him since she couldn’t fight Jason, Rowan, or Gabriel.