"We are about to have the best time of our lives." One said, his eyes lingering on the short shots the boy was wearing.
'He's seventeen years by estimation,'' Joss thought. His shirt looked like it had been torn by one of the men staring at him like a thanksgiving turkey.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Joss asked, his hands shoved in his pockets.
"This is none of your business, act like a DelLuca, go to the human world and stay there." One said.
He sounded irritated, not happy that his fun was disrupted.
"I'll rather stay here and bother you." Joss said, smiling faintly.
"Here is a better option, why don't you sit and watch us have some fun with this puta" the other suggested.
The pleading look on the boy's face tore something in Joss, there's something about him that makes his beast purr. His smell, his face, his everything made Joss crazy.
