Boom, I Got Your Boyfriend! I Got Your Man!

The phone rang twice before Zack picked it up, one hand placed on his jutted hip.

"This is Vengeance, what can I do for you?"

He motioned for me to grab paper and something to write with. I quickly found both and kissed his cheek before heading into the kitchen to feed Pinkly, Icky, and Majesty. I poured the kibble into the three dishes, making sure that Majesty got plenty considering she was a Great Dane. The dogs all came bustling in once they heard the sound of food being poured. I chuckled as Ichabod slid to a stop in front of his bowl before going back to the living room where Zacky was just getting off the phone.

"That was a Miss Cevon Youngblood. Her boyfriend has been cheating on her for two fucking years and she wants him dead," Zacky said to me once he pocketed his cell.

"What else is new babe? So where is this fucker?"

"His name is Dylan Cooper and she said he would be at 2381 Nova St. right now. So come on, let's go and get this over with," Zacky said, grabbing his gun and V. U. cap.

I followed him, grabbing my gun and shads. We hopped into the black Hummer and I pulled out of the drive way while Zacky locked in the coordinates in the G.P.S. I smiled, a sadistic sort of smile if you will, as we got closer to the address. I loved my job almost a little too much, almost. Killing these sick bastards, it was like we weren't just doing the girlfriends a favor, but the rest of society as well. I heard Zacky chuckle and I glanced at him to see what was so funny.

When I didn't see anything out of the ordinary I asked him, "What's so funny Zack? You're starting to worry me just a tad."

He chuckled again before replying, "I'm worrying you? You're the one over there grinning like a psycho killer whose out for blood."

"Oh, sorry love. I guess I'm starting to enjoy our job just a little too much," I said, trying my best to not smile as much.

"It's okay Bri. I enjoy it too. Hey look, we're here. Come on, let's go kill this sick bastard!" my boyfriend said, getting that familiar sparkle in his eyes that he always gets before killing someone.

It was the same sparkle that showed whenever he wanted sex too. It was that very sparkle that always turned me on. We got out of the Hummer before I finally took a good look at the place. It was a shabby, run down shack surrounded by the forest. Why the guy would be here, I would never know, but it made our job a hell of a lot easier.

Zacky slipped on his skull bandanna over his face and I did the same with mine. He turned to look at me with those sparkling green orbs that had the glint that said "Natural Born Killer". I nodded my head and we went towards the door. It was unlocked, as I figured it would be. I opened the door slowly and looked around to see if the coast was clear.

Once I figured it was safe to go inside, I motioned for Zacky to follow me inside. We walked in and shut the door silently behind us. There was a door that must have led to his bed room and Zacky went ahead of me, opening the door slowly, with care and precision. He looked around and then motioned for me to stand by the door. I did so as he went in.

I looked inside the room and saw that the guy, who I presumed to be Dylan Cooper, asleep on his bed. The man whom I called the love of my life nudged him with the barrel of his revolver and he instantly woke up, looking around in a daze until he saw Zacky with the gun and me in the door way. He started to scream until Zacky silenced him by shooting the gun at the spot on the wall just by his head, causing him to shut up. Zack then motioned for me to come into the room. He always stayed silent while we were out on the job; I was the talker. I walked in with my gun pointed at him the entire time.

"Are you Dylan Cooper?" I inquired the man who was now sitting up, trembling in fear.

He just sat there and shook, not saying a word. I glanced over him quickly. He had dirty blonde shoulder length hair that was matted down to his head with sweat. He was fair skinned with angular features and light blue eyes that were wide with terror.

"Answer me you worthless son of a bitch! Are you, or are you fucking not Dylan Cooper?" I inquired again, more sharpness and venom in my tone.

"Y-yyy-yes. I'm him. Ww-why?" he finally mustered out, his tenor-like voice trembling as he spoke.

"You hear that, Vengeance? This sick fuck wants to know why we're here for him," I said to my love in a snarky, somewhat sadistic manner.

He laughed darkly in response.

"You see Dylan, we have this sort of, hatred, you might say, for little shit heads like you who think it's all fine and dandy to cheat on their girlfriends! You should be fucking ashamed of yourself you stupid fucking bastard! You don't fucking deserve to live. Today is your last day bub," I reeled on the prick before motioning for Zacky to come to my side.

"Who, who are you?" he asked us, shaking even more than before.

"The last people you will ever see in your fucking, damn pathetic, shitty excuse for a life. We're Synyster and Vengeance. And you have this many seconds to live," Zacky spoke darkly before holding up his middle finger.

Dylan screamed for only a moment before Zacky and I shot him simultaneously, the both of us cackling sinisterly. I smiled to myself before running out with Zacky's hand in mine to the Hummer. We got in and pulled off our bandannas before I pulled Zacky in for a fiery kiss.

"God I love you Zack," I growled as I sped away from the scene towards home.

"You have no idea how hot you make me when I see you like that," Zack growled back, causing me to step on the gas even more.

"I'm gonna fuck you so damn hard when we get home Zachary," I practically screamed out as he started biting down on my sweet spot just above the base of my neck.

Oh he had no idea what I had in store for him when we got home.