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Unknown Binding
First published February 22, 2016
I'd really be a mother fucking hermit. I never say the F bomb. I guess it only appears in my head when my fridge creeps me the F-bomb out.

Twisting in my seat, I glare at her and would smack her across the face if she didn't have all our lives in her hands.
"Damn you, I'm going to have a bruise. I realize he asked a question. I'm not brain dead."
I've never wanted a handout and by God, we all know my own mother has her own way of living, but student loans right about now sound perfect. I'd never let Ivy know this. She would sing her version of the told you so game all the way to my grave.
The city air definitely doesn't play nice with my curls. The humidity loves fucking them up....
"This is my very rude friend Basil Harper. She hasn't been around many people. She's more like a caged animal than a human."
Even the man's veins are drop dead sexy. I wonder if he (ivy's friend she just met who IS NOT THE MMC) knows I'm staring at his hands. I slowly drag my vision up to his face and yep, he knows I was staring as my eyes meet his, and then he shoots me a dazzling grin.
"You're pretty." I slap my hand across my mouth and feel the blush creep up my toes.
sassy pain in the ass pants

" Yeppers, so next time..."

"Pretty, but damn, you must be fucking dumb."
The deep baritone edge of his voice rips me from my staring. "I fucking said it would be a bit."
I peer up to see the commotion as the blonde stomps off with both of her ass cheeks hanging out of her barely there skirt. With each stomp, I can practically feel her anger radiating for her hooker heels.
"Fucking whore," Van mutters.
I giggle out loud, thinking the exact same thing. Night after night, I've seen women throw, jump, and leap their ways into Van's lap. I mean I get the attraction thing, but clearly he must have a reputation on the streets for being wickedly delicious in the sheets.
"What's funny, rookie?"
Peeking up through my lashes, he's staring right at me, and I want to die. I've never held more than a five-word conversation with the man, let alone him directing a question at me....
"Answer me." ....
"I was just thinking the same thing." ...
"Oh." He grumbles and turns back to Stew. "But no shit, Argo is already on the hunt for me."

