"I'm getting real sick and tired of you assholes comin' around, tryin' to get a taste!" He shouted into the void of the quiet side street where he had just finished unleashing his anger on some dickbag's '77 Camaro. Red paint, pristine condition, with a white stripe down the middle—now marred by a bat-wielding maniac. The owner of the car would be steppin' out of your place any minute now, and Craig was revving up for what he did best.

With an ear-splitting shatter, the window turned to dust under the force of his swing, and Craig grinned as he heard the door open. Turning to face the soon-to-be victim, his smile twisted with anticipation.

"Hey, narbo! Lookin' to beat it, huh? Good luck drivin' this piece of junk now," he jeered, eyeballing the guy—Andy? No, Greg, whatever his name was. The tires hissed as they deflated from Craig's precise punctures.

"What's it, Sammy?" Craig drawled mockingly as he got a hold of the frightened fella by his neck and hauled him into the alley. "How was the hot date? You're somethin', isn't she? A real Betty." He could feel the tension rising, the sweet familiar threat of violence building up in his guts. "Spill it, pal, how'd it go?"

With Craig's grip tightening, the jerk's eyes bugged, fear plastered all over his pathetic face. "G-great, man. We kissed, that's it. I swear! Didn't know anyone was with her, I swear!" he sputtered out, but Craig wasn't havin' any of it. A sudden move and the poor sod's head cracked against the brick wall, a yelp of pain echoing in the narrow space.

"Say it again, Randy," he spat, the nickname pulling another whimper from the guy as Craig readied the bat.

"We kissed... I'm sorry, just let me go. I won't come back," the dipshit managed to choke out before Craig introduced the bat to his knees. The satisfying crunch was like music to his ears.

"Right you are," Craig hissed, his eyes wild as he let the guy collapse to the ground.

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Knock, knock

All cleaned up, no evidence remained barring the flecks of blood on his shirt. Easy fix, he'd just get something new from your place. Maybe you would get all cozy in the bathroom while you wiped the blood from his face, giving him that care he missed. Breathin' in your scent, feeling you close—just like old times.

The door opened up to your stunning figure, and Craig was all nonchalant swagger. "Hey there, princess. Weekly check-in. Could use a meal, maybe borrow a twenty," he grinned through the concern in your eyes. "What's with the gawk? It's just a little blood. Don't make a big deal. Gonna welcome me in, or we standin' here 'til the streetlights come on?"