My hands grow out of my ass.

Lenox pov

"We're going on a trip to kill a stupid bitch," I sing at the top of my lungs as I skip towards the big barn behind Lazarus' packhouse.

Everyone in my way avoids me, but honestly, it's for the best. I'm in a mood to have one fucking enthusiastic walk through that forest, perhaps even close to cat papí territory. Who knows?

The only thing I know for a fact is that my mood brightened. Hearing what the little kitty cat said set my rage to a new level, but I'm not mad; I've been waiting for a good reason to go on a rampage. I know she needs it, Atlas needs it, and so do I.

Once I reach the barn, I groan as I notice the lame key at the door. Did Laz think this thing could possibly hold me locked out of the beautiful toys he's hiding there? Pft, naive as fuck.

I kick the door and curse when my foot collides with it a little too vigorously, creating a hole in the wood. I stare at my leg, stuck in the hole and grin, "To stay here and act like a wounded animal or destroy the door