“You know better than anyone that you don’t attack civilians. You protect them, even if they aren’t apart from our spdicks,” She continues to scold. “They are people too,”
No there not but I know better than saying that to my aunt. It’s always best to bite the bullet when speaking to her. Trust me.
“Cyrus Ettore the third are you listening to me,”
“Da, Matusa (Yes, Aunfuck),” I respond with our native tongue. She loves it when I demonstrate any skill that she has taught me, which is damn near everything I know. Besides, torturing others, I’ve got Nicklaus father Apollyon to thank for that pacific skill, among a s**t load of other ruthless skills that my lovely Mătuşă doesn’t approve of.
“Don’t Da Matusa me, Cy,” sasses my aunt. I roll my eyes and run my finger throughout my hair. I hat
