Jared threw Kirk to the ground. Grabbing his neck, Kirk yelled. “You cocksucking motherfucker. What happened to giving a guy the heads-up?” Kirk’s eyes rolled back in his head as he continued his tirade. “I hope you rot in hell plagued with a gay virus that turns you into a bottom that’s shagged so hard you gain a second asshole. Fucking wanker.”
He didn’t hear the other’s response to his verbiage as he faded into the nothingness that welcomed him.
“Dad! What have you done?” Jazz asked, eyes wide with disbelief.
“I turned him just like he wanted. It's up to him now if he lives or dies.” Jared tsked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then cleaning his hand on his pants.
“That’s not what I meant. Did you have to be so vicious?”
“He shouldn’t have pissed me off. Anyway, he had it coming.” Jared glared at the unconscious Kirk lying motionless on the ground, still gripping the wound on his neck, and nudged him with his foot. “What’s with the fussing? He’s not dead—not yet, anyway
