Henry's POV
What can I say?
I knew Kenny wouldn't want to stay inside our new safe home for long, but that we would stumble into gang-related bullshit the next moment wasn't what I had expected.
And it had to be naked women that these deranged individuals locked up; luckily, however, I saw not an ounce of desire in Kenny's eyes when he looked at them.
Some part of me knows that he wouldn't be looking at victims with those eyes, but I can't control my thoughts and emotions, the suspicion and fear that won't be forgotten that fast.
The only positive aspect of this little adventure, besides this practically being a date with Kenny, was that I could kill something.
And not only something, but quite a few somethings.
I pushed the door open with ease.
On the left side, behind the door, was a corner with a few leather couches and a TV, with seven guys on them.
Two instantly sprang up to fight us after seeing us enter; three stayed seated, and two tried to flee.
